FFM: Two Girls & A Boy

There's a reason that every guy wants a girl on each arm, and in this collection you'll find three of my sizzling stories fully explaining why! In Red Number Five we find an out of work journalist who's luck seems to be turning around when two young hotties take him up on his offer to grab a bite to eat. But when he learns of their sinfully seductive secret, will he be able to make it through the night alive? My Night With Wolves details a young girl's first foray into the world of BDSM as the third for an attractive couple that she'd met. But when push comes to shove, will this gorgeous but couple be too much for her to handle? And finally, in A Succubus Stole my Girl! a lover's quarrel becomes downright weird when an attractive demon shows up and offers to fulfill his desire to watch his girl hook up with another woman - but with such a skilled lover will she ever crave the touch of a man again?

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This collection is over 20,000 words of mouth-watering stories about breeding, bondage and dominance, femdom, vampires, submission, hotwives, pregnancy risk sex, blood play, paranormal romance, and the lucky lads who wind up with a hot and eager girl on each arm!

Shifters and Weres of the Monsterlands

With their strong, powerful bodies and a primal understanding of their animal passions, it's no wonder that shifters, and weres to cause our hearts to flutter in the night. In this collection, you'll find three of my sexy stories about such beautiful beasts, like Stray, where a lonely Med student's wishes for companionship are magically answered one afternoon when a scrappy little stray that he picked up turns out to be a gorgeous shapeshifter, who is more than happy to spend her days with the romantic lad. In Cursed! To be a Woman you'll hear a tale of two brave heroes who have to figure out how to lift a surprisingly sexy curse from their friend before everyone does something they might all regret! And finally, My Night With Wolves details the story of a young girl Kendra, who decides to spice up her life by answering a personal ad for a "third" for a weekend of bondage fun. When she meets the attractive couple, she's head over heels but when their play turns rougher than expected Kendra quickly discovers why they've had such a difficult time locating play partners.

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This collection is roughly 19,000 words long and includes an MMF threesome between two guys and a shifter, bondage, dominance, submission, fear play, erotic romance between a lonely med student and a gorgeous exotic werecat or neko, face-sitting, pregnancy risk sex, and an MFF threesome between two werewolves and a more than willing girl.

Vampire Week at #theBondageClub [mmf, domination, vampire]

Sadly heartbroken, the young and beautiful Brandy is determined to begin her third year of college with a fresh start. When she learns that her own University of Toronto has a bondage club, she excitedly signs up but is a little surprised by some of their rules, such as only meeting after dark. After a week of steamy chats with their hunky, yet mysterious student coordinator Andrew, she trusts him enough to meet up and even agrees to come alone. But when she arrives there's a dark stranger that she hadn't counted on meeting and after being tied down, the boys reveal a terrifying secret about themselves. Nearly as frightened as she is aroused, will Brandy trust her kind master more than the hot, fearful blood beating in her heart? More importantly, will she ever make it out of this bondage den in one piece?

This story is 6500 words long and features consensual bondage and dominance between three participants. Inside you'll find a searingly hot vampire MMF threeway, blood drinking, spanking, bondage, dominance, fear play, submission, a shy girl being tied down with restraints and the budding romance between a master and his submissive.
 

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Brandy nodded frantically, her hips practically dancing in an attempt to get away from the sting of the ruler. The next thing she felt, however, was the soothing touch of her new master’s chill hand upon her sweltering backside. It was calming and cool as he stroked her reassuringly. She didn’t dare peek around to see him, but his voice was kind and soft as he spoke. 

“Good girl Brandy,” he cooed in her ear, “you’ve done so well.”

A warm, contented feeling filled her body and danced upon her aching skin. His words were so good to hear, but she couldn’t help but smile as she hatched the next part of her plan.

“B-but you’re wrong,” she nervously spoke, her lungs heaving for air, “I’ve been such a bad girl…”

Surprised by this turn of events, Andrew played along with the novice girl. “Oh? Are you certain?”

“Y-yes, I am,” she turned and met his gaze, her eyes fiery and lustful. “I’ve been playing with the clothespins…on my own…”

Andrew smiled. Through their previous conversations, he said that he’d let her decide what she was comfortable trying while he got used to what she could handle.

“I see. Those are for extra bad girls.”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and vigorously nodded her head, her pulse thundering in her veins.

With soft, caring hands, Andrew played with the clasps of her bright pink bra just long enough for it to fall softly to the floor. The cool air of the room rushed to kiss and tease at her milky exposed bust, causing her nipples to stand up even more than they were. When Andrew clamped the first clothespin upon her nipple, a slight sear of pain flickered along her, radiating outward. The second was dulled only by the growing ache of the first. When she’d tried this earlier in the week it hurt far worse than it did with Andrew – he’d probably loosened them somewhat.

She heard a distant clatter of soft metal and soon realized that Thomas was standing beside the low bench-like table where Andrew was punishing her. His face was a blank of emotion, and she could only watch half in horror and fascination as he cinched her wrists to either edge of the wooden table with expert speed.

He looked like he was going to smile, but the only thing that he did was flash her a toothy grin. From this angle, it almost looked like his predatory smile had fangs.

Like it or not, she wasn’t going anywhere. She figured that it was a test as he kept looking at her, but the rebellious girl would never give him the satisfaction of hearing her say the safeword. Brandy hung her head low and rode through the sweltering pain and focused upon the snug coolness of the leather around her wrists.

“So,” Thomas smugly turned to Andrew, “do we reveal our little surprise now or later? She’s definitely not going anywhere.”

A slight pang of fear began to creep along her flesh. She’d admitted to Andrew that she was quite interested in fear play, but even this was a little extreme.

“W-what are you…?” she attempted to ask before being cut off by the sneering Thomas.

“I’m asking your prince charming if we should bite you now or later.”

“Oh…okay. Honestly, I-I-I don’t really like that sort of thing,” she stammered a reply.

Thomas slowly leaned down to look at her square in the eye, his words as subtle as a venomous blade.

“Well then, that’s just too bad isn’t it?” as he smiled, he revealed terrible fanged grin that no human would ever be capable of. His sharp incisors looked fake, but even if they were, this was quickly going well beyond what they’d discussed.

The poor girl began to panic. Brandy tried to shriek in fear, but Thomas’ hand was clamped over her mouth faster than she could even blink. 

Numb with fear, she couldn’t even hear what he was saying but she soon realized that those teeth moved too organically, too well, and definitely weren’t plastic. Her mind faltered at the possibilities as she was slicked in a fearful, icy sweat. The room suddenly seemed much colder and darker than it was before...

Girls who Love Girls: Three Stories of Lesbian Lust

Girls just wanna have fun. In this sizzling collection you'll find lusty lesbians and bi-curious babes to satiate your desires. Hot Nights in Wintermarch follows the exploits of three adventuring heroines who, after a successful dungeon crawl, return to town to enjoy themselves. But even after a night of good cheer, the celebrations are far from over as the elves devise a sexy little surprise for their lonely human friend. Within One Night at the Beach House we meet best friends Eva and Beth, who are content to soak up the rays at Beth's parents swanky cottage. Having drank their way through dinner, its only once the sun goes down that the girls realize that they're hungry for something else entirely. In Bitten by Lust a young, sexually conflicted mercenary stumbles upon a cozy tavern and finds more than good cheer in the arms of its supernaturally sexy Innkeeper.

This collection is roughly 26,000 words long and includes drunken college girls, beautiful elves, seductive vampires, first-time hook-ups between sexy girls, and sizzling bath scene between three young, tempting girls that's simply too hot for words!

Available exclusively from Amazon.

Bitten by Lust [ff, first-time, milf, vampire]

Young, beautiful, and heavy with treasure, the skilled thief Elira Netherdrake is the last surviving member of an ill-fated adventuring company that met its end exploring the underground ruins of a mysterious temple beneath Wintermarch. Barely making it out alive, all seems lost as she spots a deadly blizzard on the horizon. However, as luck would have it, she stumbles upon a small, cozy Inn nestled in a wooded grove nearby. The tavern is run by a beautiful older woman who only introduces herself as Jaina, who is only too happy to help the bruised and bloodied mercenary girl. Can Elira trust this generous stranger? More importantly, can she trust herself and her increasingly inappropriate thoughts? How will she wait out the storm, she and this beautiful mature woman? Only time will tell...

This story is roughly 7000 words long, and involves erotic romance, vampires, and a first-time encounter between a younger girl and a regal, mature woman who's hiding a very big secret.

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Jaina’s voice became slow and luxuriant as she stole little kisses across the girl’s shoulders. “Might you consider a proposition, my sweet?” she asked, her voice warm and soothing like fine brandy.

“I-I-I might.” Elira couldn’t explain it, but something bade her to remain here in the embrace of the beautiful unliving woman.

“Well, sometimes I get a little hungry. So, if you could help me out just a little, I might be able to help you with a hunger of your own.”

“W-what?” Elira sputtered, “I’ve no desire to become…”

Jaina hushed her by placing a feather soft finger against her lips. “Just a little bite, you’ll be all better by morning.”

“I just…I mean, it’s just that I’ve never been with a…” the girl protested but was cut short by her own pleasured gasps as Jaina raked her nails pleasingly along her exposed, youthful flesh.

“Your words might say one thing, but your thundering pulse says another. I plainly heard how fast your hot blood ran as I helped you wash yourself….” she spoke playfully.

Elira closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. “I’m just… I…”

The vampire gazed lovingly at the young beauty before her. “Do you trust me, kitten?”

The young girl nodded with big doe eyes.

“I promise I’ll only take the best care of you my sweet…” The vampire made good on her words as her hands immediately dipped into the water and began to glide wetly along the girl’s trim waist and flesh.

Against her experienced touch, Elira was immediately silenced and reduced to a simpering mess. The older woman carefully introduced her hands along the girl’s flat belly which caused her to squirm uncontrollably, her hips bucking eagerly in the water.

“Your body is so toned and trim,” the vampire marveled at the girl writhing in the warm waters. “It brings back so many fond memories.” The regal woman dared her hands explore along the quivering girl’s aching hips. Elira could only gasp at the sensations wracking her body. And try as she might and despite at least some insistence to the contrary, she allowed herself to cave into the wild pleasures of the older woman’s skilled, gentle touch...

Girls of the Monsterlands

Included within this collection are all three books from the Monsterland Series. Serving the Succubus is the tale of a historian who accidentally summons a seductive succubus. In Red Number Five we find Jackson, a down on his luck journalist who brings home two sultry vampires after a night on the town, and within Stray, a troubled med student finds love and a little something else in the arms of a sensual feline shifter. That's three stories about sexy monster-girls for the price of two!

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Stray [cat girl, shifter, transformation]

Med student Eli Walker is at a loss when he discovers that nothing more can be done for his beloved stray Mocha. Coming home from work one afternoon he helps a mysterious old woman, who rewards his kindness with something that she claims will be able to help his ailing cat. Eli gets more than he bargains for, however, when his darling kitten transforms into a sensually seductive woman right in front of his eyes. Eager to repay his kindness in any way she can, the curious shifter girl decides to ask him to guide her through this strange new world as they explore her new body together.

This story is roughly 7000 words long and involves steamy sex scenes between a man and a shifter (were-cat) girl as they explore their new lives together.

Available from Amazon, B&N, iTunes, and Kobo.

“Mocha…?”

Eli was at a loss for words, for where his beloved cat once lay was a svelte, exotic beauty, with dark, flowing locks. When she crawled toward him, her tantalizingly lean, yoga instructor-like form ably showcased her svelte feminine muscle. Eye to eye with the gorgeous, dark-skinned stranger, he stared deeply into her rich tawny eyes and saw that they were full of wonder and curiosity.

The dumbstruck man was about to say something when the heavenly stranger blinked a few times and then sneezed directly into his face.

“Mocha?” he asked again, somewhat surprised as she leapt forward knocking him over.

“Eee-lie?” she spoke in a curious accent, as if she’d heard people speaking English but had never actually tried it herself. She said his name a few more times as her nude form crawled over the stunned boy until she was finally contented to nuzzle his neck.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit!?!” Eli panted, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as he attempted to deal with the emotions and reality of his darling pet cat somehow turning into a smoking hot petite beauty.

She glanced up unexpectedly and gazed deeply into his eyes, before leaning in and licking his lips with her hot little tongue.

Eli pulled back with a start and she looked somewhat hurt, frowning as she played with her hair. “What is wrong Eee-lie?”

“I just, I mean, you,” he sputtered, “how did you… you’re like me?!”

She thought about it for a short while before nodding and stretching out contentedly beside him.

“I guess I am.”

“Mocha,” he hesitated at the absurdity of what he was about to ask, “…how did you become like me?”

She thought about it with an exaggerated pout. “I don’t know. It just happened.”

Before she could finish, another question erupted from his mouth. “Do you remember what it was like before you were like me? Are you in pain? How are you speaking with me? How…”

“You ask too many questions,” she growled cutely. “I’m hungry.”

Turning her head as if to hear some distant sound Mocha rose to her feet and sped toward the door. Remarkably agile, by the time Eli’s eyes caught up with her he could only watch as her perky little bottom bounced out the door.

“Time to eat! It’s time to eat…” she called back excitedly, not entirely unlike she used to back when she had four legs.

Strangely enough, Eli felt hunger too. He hadn’t been eating much lately but this was different. As he rose, he felt other sensations too, like curiosity and wonder.

When he heard something shatter expensively down the hall, followed by the girl’s panicked yelp, he felt a wash of fear too. Were they her thoughts? How was that even possible, he puzzled.

“What the fuck…is going on here…?” he muttered to himself as he made his way towards the cozy kitchen in his loft.

Moments later when he arrived in the wood-floored dining room connected to the kitchenette, he was practically ambushed by the girl. As hard as he tried to put it out of his mind, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her sleek, feminine form, and the gentle bob of her small chest and delicate coffee-coloured nipples.

Her collision somehow turned into a warm hug as she pressed her body against his and nuzzled against his neck.

“I’m so sorry Eli,” her English, although accented, was curiously better. “I broke the picture. I just wanted to see you!” She was practically sobbing.

He stroked her back reassuringly, causing her tight little buns to rise pleasingly and a torrent of inappropriate thoughts to cascade through his mind. Shaking them off, he focused on the splintered picture frame that lay on the floor. It was a picture of his family, and besides one massive crack, seemed okay.

“Don’t worry Mocha,” he spoke reassuringly, “it was just an accident. I’m more concerned that you weren’t hurt.”

“Eli is sooo good to me,” she grinned at him with her hypnotic eyes as she began to knead and rub at his arms with her hands.

The boy blushed deeply, never having been so close to such a perfect girl. Thankfully, her attentions turned elsewhere and before he could wink she scampered off to the kitchen.

Eli arrived in time to watch her standing on her tip-toes to reach the cans of cat-food in the top shelf. She glanced back and was all smiles now that she could finally manipulate the cupboard door and even grasp the cans herself.

“I can get it, see?” she beamed with pride as she fumbled with the small tin of food.

Eli chuckled warmly. “Oh, I can see that!”

He saw other things too, things that wracked him with guilt. Like the graceful, feminine curve of her arched back. Or the way that when she leaned forward, the angle of her carefully sculpted bottom revealed the slightest peek of her velvety little slit, flushed a delicate purple like some exotic orchid...

Red Number Five [ffm, taboo, romance, vampire]

Jackson Tremblay is your typical down-on-his luck twenty-something. Recently laid off and without a date in months, his friends drag him out to a club to cheer him up. Always a gentleman, he soon finds himself defending a gorgeously sexy school girl named Ally from some unwanted attention. The cute redhead soon introduces him to her friend, a demure dark-haired beauty named Marie and the three of them ditch the club to get a bite to eat - although perhaps not in the way that Jackson would've wanted. Just as his luck with women seems to be turning around he wonders if Ally is too good to be true and he can't help shake the feeling that the quiet Marie is hiding something from him. Has he bitten off more than he can chew with this gorgeous pair? Will he live to see the next sunrise? Only time will tell.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains the steamy escapades of Jackson, a downtrodden but cute human boy, and Ally and Marie, the two vampires who take him home for a night he'll never forget. 

 Available from Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo.

The slender brunette, perhaps anticipating more snarky comments, began to protest but was cut silent by what Ally, her juvenile mistress said next.

“You may do whatever you wish with this cute, bookish fellow Marie.”

The graceful brunette’s eyes went wide as she observed Ally with stunned amazement. “…but you never let me….”

“I know,” Ally replied in an uncharacteristically wise tone, “but I have today. He’s all yours.”

As if some unseen shackle was lifted from her, Marie couldn’t help but smile. She tried to keep her composure as her eyes stabbed into Jackson with a deep, lustful hunger. When she took a step toward him, she couldn’t help but grin when he took a frightened step back.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she softly spoke as if approaching a wounded animal, her fangs bared. Try as she might, her voice trembled with excitement as her breath guttered in her chest.

“What are you doing?” Jackson asked as he bumped against his kitchen counter.

“It’s just been so long since I’ve…” Marie’s smoky voice wavered between nervous and aroused. “I just need…”

The kind-hearted Jackson was so conflicted. Marie was easily one of the most attractive, graceful, and well-spoken girls he’d ever met. But she was also a supernatural creature of the night cautiously stalking toward him with a slavering gleam in her eyes.

Unsure if these terrifying moments would be his last, Jackson allowed himself to gaze fondly at the trim curves of her svelte body. He might’ve whimpered at the unfairness of it all, but honestly couldn’t remember – things became a blur around the same time she pounced.

“Oh fuck…I…” was all he could yelp as he felt her hands, delicate and full of otherworldly power, effortlessly pin him against the counter. Fitting that he’d be eaten in a kitchen, he thought.

When he felt her breath tickle his shoulder he went numb. Around the same time that he recognized that her hands were trembling, he felt the slipperiness of her tongue as she dragged it along the tender sides of his neck.

“Marie? I…please don’t toy with me. Just get it over with,” he cringed.

“Oh no,” the dark-haired seductress bit her lip as she whispered to him, “tonight I’m taking my time and savouring every last second of this.” She ran her hands along his slender form, appreciating his chest with her fingertips.

Jackson was stunned and glanced up to look at Ally. The perky redhead was sitting on the opposite counter, watching with glee as she casually teased her fingertips along the pale flesh of her generous bust.

He was snapped back to reality, however, when he felt Marie’s soft hand steal past his belt and into his jeans. The confused boy was about to speak, but words failed him as he felt her icy grip squeeze his hard, aroused shaft. For a blood-starved vampire, she was unimaginably tender.

Marie buried her head against his neck and groaned with delight. “Fuck, you’re so hot and hard, and warm…” she smiled as she began to toy with Jackon’s aching cock. She placed kisses along Jackson’s jaw, and softly stroked his ever-hardening cock. When she saw his eyes flutter, she released her grip on him and gazed deeply into his sparkling, fearful eyes.

He relaxed somewhat when he realized that her insatiable hunger wasn’t just for blood, but something else entirely. “So, Marie…”

But she would have none of it, and hushed him with a finger as she quietly began placing soft kisses along his chest.

“I…” he attempted again, but still she shushed him as her mouth left a little kiss upon his belt buckle.

Jackson looked down in time to see Marie fumbling with his belt, before she simply wrenched the worn leather apart. He was speechless but there was something undeniably arousing about being at the mercy of such a powerful, insatiable girl.

Marie practically beamed with glee when she unfurled his cock, hard, and smooth from his boxers. It hung low under its own weight.

The slender vampire teased her fingertips along its sides before looking up at him with a lusty glaze burning in her eyes. Her smile would’ve been alluring had her fangs not been fully bared.

Serving the Succubus [mf, demon, femdom] (The Monsterland Series, Book One)

Ethan Banks is a jaded graduate student desperately looking for a big break in his ongoing research of Colonial American history. He gets more than he bargains for, however, when he accidentally summons a succubus during a late-night examination of a curious old tome. No stranger to indulgence, will Ethan be able to keep up with her insatiable appetites and balance his schoolwork? More to the point, will she allow him to live to see the end of the week, much less the semester? Only time will tell.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains sizzling sex between a cute, but jaded graduate student, a sexy succubus that he accidentally summoned, and her domination of his willing human flesh.

Available from Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, and Google Play.

“Mistress will suffice for now,” she dispassionately answered, letting the very tips of her claws sink softly into his belly.

Trying to distract her from poking a hole clear through him, he nervously spoke up. “Hello Mistress,” he began, “I’m Ethan, and…”

“I don’t talk with my food,” she smiled, showcasing her wicked fangs once more.

“But, I thought you said that…”

“Don’t dare correct me, meat,” his Mistress purred as she leaned in close and inhaled deeply along his neck. She opened her mouth and pressed her warm lips against the flesh of his neck, as if she were about to take a bite. He felt his pulse throb nervously against her touch.

Ethan desperately wanted to keep her talking. “S-so Mistress, you know that I’m a human, and I was wondering, you know, only if you were willing to chat about it, if I could ask…”

The succubus silenced him with a finger to his lips. “I’m a pleasing, velvety skin pulled taught over an insatiable carnal appetite.”

His eyes went wide and he remained perfectly still as he felt her serpentine tail begin to coil around his leg, snaking its way up his thigh.

“I see,” he replied.

Her horrible, dark eyes bored into his psyche. He tried to speak, but all he could feel was her tail winding up his leg. She flashed a grin when it slithered underneath his underwear, and warmly smiled as it began to tug the last of his clothing from his flesh.

Trying his best to gaze into her eyes, he looked down in time to see his aching shaft bob free of his underwear. He was flushed, hard, and already glistening with precum.

“Oh my,” the demoness cooed, “you’re a much bigger boy than I expected!” Her black eyes danced with delight, as she dragged her palm along his shaft. Her touch was unimaginably soft, and far warmer than any other girl he’d been with. He was about to wonder where her terrible claws went, but was too lost to pleasure to care.

Ethan shuddered, and thrust his hips up to meet her intoxicating touch.

“Such a good boy,” she smiled.

She took his full girth in her hand and gave it a slow, powerful squeeze, before returning to her agonizingly slow strokes.

He moaned softly, partly because of how slow and seductive she was being, but more because the thought of being jacked off by demonic hands that could effortlessly punch clear through a car door drove him wild. That she was intentionally restraining all of her unholy strength so that she might gently tease his cock made him feverish with forbidden lust.

Ethan buried his head in the pillow as he broke the silence. “I’m all yours Mistress.”

“We’ve already established that, but it’s very sweet to hear you say it.”

The succubus released her grip from Ethan’s shaft, and began to trace the tips of her claws along the soft underside of his cock.

Images of Inspiration: Roxie [mf, bdsm, bisexual, submission]

First and foremost, let me start off by saying that I had a lot of fun with Roxie. Although cautious at first, her thrilling and delicious journey into submission with handsome Ash quickly turned into a really rewarding process for me. I was probably helped out by the kind folks at fetlife more than anything else, a place where I had a lot of engaging discussions and really got to explore a side of me that frankly, I wasn't aware that I had. Of course, if you'd like to learn more about Roxie and her new rakish friend Ash, go and read about them here or here.

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And this very fine image, who I fully imagine is the very handsome Ash, is courtesy of steppauseturnpausepivotstepstep

Roxie [mf, bdsm, bisexual, submission] (Dangerously Dirty Diaries Vol. 2)

Shy and reserved, Roxanne is a paralegal at a prestigious law firm in downtown Toronto. She's a career-minded, no-nonsense young woman whose idea of a good time is a weekend in with her cat, Bootsie, and a bag of microwave popcorn. This all changes when a handsome young man arrives in the office. Ash is somehow able to to avoid the scorn of his aunt, who just so happens to be Roxanne's boss. He's also fun and flirty, and seems to love pushing "Roxie's" buttons. As much as she hates to admit it, she can't help but feel drawn to this charming stranger. The more they hang out, the more she finds herself aroused by the dark pleasures that their increasingly risquée chats tease at. In order to better understand what's happening in her life, Roxanne begins a secret journal that she can confide in, and explore this strange, new territory with Ash.

This is that journal.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains sexy scenes of sexy fun between co-workers, the budding relationship between a newly awakened sub and her dom, light BDSM, and girl-on-girl action.

 

Available from Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, and Google Play.

His touch is so strong and patient, and he softly narrates what he’s putting into my mouth, detailing where the chocolate came from, how the coconut was harvested, the fat content of the creme, and so on.

Everything’s warm and hazy, like a dream. I’ve eaten about four or so of the treats before I realize that he’s resting his hand on my thigh. I inhale sharply.

I think he notices and gives me a devilishly playful look, as he brings a chocolate covered strawberry to my mouth. I attempt to bite it, but he holds back, causing me to blush. He smirks, and proceeds to trace the tip of the strawberry along my lips. It feels heavenly.

Feeling my cheeks flush rosy red, and without looking away I give him a little show. I know, that was very, very uncharacteristic of me.

I lick the tip of the strawberry, tasting the silky, imported chocolate on my tongue. Leaning forward, I purse my lips around the bottom and wetly suck it into my mouth, before taking a delicate bite, causing the juices to moisten my lips, and spill along my chin.

His eyes glaze and flutter ever so briefly. His hand squeezes my thigh ever so gently. We’re silent for a moment.

“My,” he speaks in a low, wolfish, growl “such a hungry little thing.”

My nerves are screaming and my face feels like it’s on fire. “Maybe. The strawberry felt so good in my mouth,” I pause, “…’cause it was so sweet and sticky.” His eyes flare with menace and he smiles.

I want to bury my face in the pillows. This isn’t me. I mean, it isn’t, right?

His hand rubs along my thigh softly, and the other brushes along my jaw with a feather-light touch, directing me to look back at him.

He’s beautiful. He’s so strong and rugged. And gentle and tender too.He’s about to speak, but before he can, I’m filling his mouth with my tongue. 

We explode.

His arms wrap around me, as I climb on top of him for our embrace. We’re kissing each other like horny high-schoolers after our very first sip of wine.

I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I want this. I need this.

His hands roam my back. I find myself grinding down hard on his lap. I feel a rock-hard surprise for me.

Ash’s strong hands cradle my ass, as I lean back and begin to tug my top over my head. His lips never leave mine as we tumble about the couch. I lean back on my thighs, and he unbuttons his shirt, and then yanks his undershirt off.

Wow. Just wow.

He’s got muscle, that’s for sure, but he’s also solid. A real man. He makes me feel so feminine. I want to reach down and touch him, but I can’t find the courage. My head is swimming with heated thoughts.

He gently takes my hand in his, and I demurely bite my lip. He likes that.

Ash guides our hands along his chest. I can feel the caged power that is his body. His skin is soft, but his muscles are so hard. I think I gasp, but I’m not sure.

I want him. I want to devour him. I want him inside me, filling me. But, I can’t ask. I’m trapped by wracking shyness.

Suddenly, my knight in shining armour decides to rescue me.

“Do you like what you see, pretty girl?” he’s tender and kind, it’s arousing, like seeing a super-hot single dad playing with his kids in the park.

I nod once, still biting my lip. Normally, I would’ve made fun of girls who do this, but he seems to love it.

“Do you want to see what’s under my clothes?” he asks with a playful grin. I slowly nod, forcing myself to breathe. It’s hard, since I’m so charged.

Our fingers are still intertwined. His hands are calm. Mine are probably clammy and shaking. I’m grinding on his lap. I’m hoping he’ll get the idea. I’m silently begging for him to initiate.

“Pretty girl,” he begins, pausing for suspense, “…can we see what’s under your clothes?”

I whimper a yes, my face buried in his strong shoulder. I’m riding him so hard, and hearing those words sets off the fireworks in my mind.

I would’ve liked the first time that we played to be more romantic, probably more Hollywood-ish. I don’t 

know, I would’ve liked to have been all dolled up, with make-up and lingerie. Although, as a former tomboy, I’d probably have to go to eHow to figure out how to do all of that stuff.

But I don’t. I don’t need any of that. He’s hard and ready, and wants to play with me exactly as I am, right here, right now. Something about how accepting and how ready he is turns me on incredibly.

What happens next is a bit of a blur.

I’m still on top of him, but my hospital pants are bunched up over the handlebars of my exercise bike. I don’t know which one of us threw them over there.

I’m grinding like crazy, my face buried in his neck. It’s warm, and comforting, and smells like a man: faint traces of cologne, Ivory soap, and sweat. It drives me wild.

I don’t know when, but his pants are off. He’s wearing snug boxer briefs that showcase his strong thighs oh so very nicely. He’s rock hard, and the fabric around the end of his bulge is darkening. Then, they’re off.

I love cock, don’t get me wrong, but I love the feel of it. It’s warmth, and hardness. Feeling it against me, and knowing it wants to be in me. So good.

I’m riding him hard. When I realize that the only thing keeping our bare flesh from touching is the thin, soaked fabric of my panties, I bite my lip hard. I want to scream out, but that’s not me.

“Lean back for me?” he asks with reassuring patience.

I do as he commands.

With a kind look, he asks if he can take a closer look at my panties.

I don’t know why he asks, because he knows he can do anything he wants. But I love it. I love fulfilling his desires. I love how he asks.

I start to get up, but he tugs me back. Instead, he slides the wet fabric of my underwear to the side, revealing my aching little slit.

I’m nervous because I haven’t prepared, or shaved, or trimmed, or…

And all of that fades against the chorus that my blood is screaming. I don’t care. I just want him. Any way I can get him. Now.

With one hand grasping my ass, the other begins to tease at the slippery flesh between my legs. The way I’m sitting on him causes my dark hair to part, revealing the pink slit underneath...