Margie rolled her eyes. “This is a book club, not a true confessions sex club.”
“That’s right,” said Layla. “We read about sex. We don’t actually do it.”
The women laughed long and loud, informing Layla that there were many members of the group who, gasp, actually did have sex.
Layla blushed. “You know what I mean. I meant, we don’t do the crazy stuff that goes on in these dirty books. It would be nuts. Dangerous even.”
“Not necessarily.” Jasmine looked at each member in turn. “What if we could have a second club, an addition to the main book club? A place for acting out our fantasies, not just dreaming about them.”
“Yeah,” said Cynthia. “We’ve read about it, and now we go do it. Or, you do it and tell us about it. Instead of a book report, it would be a real sex report.”
Jasmine nodded. “Something like that. I propose we start living our fantasies. For real. Starting right now. We could begin by arranging our own gangbangs. What do you say? Who’s with me?”
Silence fell over the room. No one spoke for several minutes, each woman contemplating Jasmine’s call-to-arms. Some of them, their eyes wide and flitting from one member to the next, would have liked to step up, but didn’t have the nerve. Some of them had the nerve, but were in committed relationships. Layla had neither the nerve nor a prior commitment.
Freya, an unattached, attractive brunette in her late twenties, showed interest in Jasmine’s request. “Even if I wanted to do it, and I’m not saying I do, I wouldn’t know how to go about it. I mean, it would have to be safe, and controlled somehow. Where would we find the men?”
Margie snorted. “Finding the men wouldn’t be a problem, I’m sure.”
Jasmine agreed. “I’m thinking about that, and I have a few ideas.”
“But they have to be the right kind of men, and I don’t just mean looks. Safety first. If you could manage that, I might be interested,” said Freya. She looked surprised with herself and backtracked with, “I mean, if you could work out the details maybe. I don’t know.”
“Gee, that’s clear as mud.” Jasmine laughed. “Anyone else?”
One other woman, a quiet blonde in her early forties named Pamela, raised her hand. “I might be. If I didn’t have to find the men. I’d be too embarrassed.”
Cynthia raised an eyebrow. “You’re comfortable being in a gangbang, but you’re too shy to ask some men to come fuck you?”
The question brought on another round of titters and exclamations until Jasmine called for order.
“That’s okay, Pam,” said Jasmine. “Maybe I could get together a regular crew sort of, of interested men for us to pick from. I’m already thinking of who I can ask. Come on, there has to be more than just me, Freya and Pam. Step up, ladies.”
Everyone else shook their heads. No, they didn’t want to be in a gangbang, but they all liked the idea of the three braver members going through with it.
“You go first,” Margie said to Jasmine. “You can report back, tell us all about it. If it goes okay, then who knows, right? Others might want to.”
Jasmine glanced around the circle of women. “Okay then. I’ll go first. I’ll find the men, too. We’re going to do this thing. Every one of us. Even you, Layla, before we’re done.”
Layla shook her head, blushed hard.
Cynthia patted Layla’s leg. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie. No one’s going to make you do anything.”
Jasmine sighed. “Of course we won’t. But let me tell you, girl, this could be the opportunity of a lifetime. Who knows what we might be capable of? So, what’ll we call this new club? I’m thinking ‘Gangbang’ something.”
“Gangbang Club,” Pamela said.
“Boring,” said Margie. “Gangbang Ladies.”
“NGG, Naughty Gangbang Group,” said Cynthia.
They tossed around a few more equally uninspired ideas until a quiet voice cut through the chatter.
“The Gangbang Guild,” the voice said.
The women turned and looked at Layla, the girl behind the voice. She shrugged.
“Perfect!” cried Jasmine.
The others agreed readily. Layla smiled and waved aside their enthusiastic acceptance.
“The Gangbang Guild it is then,” said Jasmine. “Some members aren’t present. They’re seriously going to be p-o’d that they didn’t come tonight.”
“That’s okay,” said Cynthia. “I’ll call and fill them in on everything. For now, I think Jasmine should be the acting president of the new club. What do you all say?”
Everyone agreed.
“Good.” Jasmine’s expression sobered. “I accept the position of acting president. And I offer myself as the test subject of the new club. I’m going to go out and get myself in a gangbang if it’s the last thing I do!”
The ladies smiled at one another. Jasmine was a beautiful, powerful woman, and they had no doubt that if she wanted a gangbang, then she’d have one.
“And then you’ll come tell us chickens all about it,” said Margie.
“Exactly,” said Jasmine.
The club members hadn’t been this excited in a long time. Someone they knew was going to live out the fantasies they had only dared read about.
It was a heady, exhilarating evening — the night the Gangbang Guild was formed.
Jasmine Plays Her Hand
The Gangbang Guild No. 1
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iles
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Anwen writes daring, sensual tales for adventurous spirits. She prefers heroines who go after what they want, and heroes who yearn to fulfill their ladies’ dreams. No wilting, helpless virgins in these stories, unless the heroine is pretending to be one for fun.
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Jasmine Plays Her Hand
The Gangbang Guild No. 1
When a group of erotica lovers formed the Ladies Naughty Book Club, they never imagined they’d one day transform their fantasies into reality.
Jasmine grows impatient that characters in the spicy novels she reads live larger than she does. Attractive, single and ready for adventure, she wants what the club’s latest fictional heroine got — a seriously sizzling gangbang.
She convinces the ladies in the club that it’s time to stop dreaming and start acting. They form a new group, the Gangbang Guild, and Jasmine sets out to find the right men to make their racy fantasies come true. She volunteers to be the premier participant, the test case.
It’s a provocative first for Jasmine, and five hard-bodied, virile men guarantee it will be a night to remember. When she develops a special connection with one of them, she earns the best treat of all!
Warning -- Contains explicit language and graphic sex scenes only suitable for adults. Includes one daring woman and five sexy guys in a game of high stakes poker, where the lady’s favor is the only jackpot desired.
This novelette is approximately 20,000 words long, 70 print pages.
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Pamela and the Hired Hands
The Gangbang Guild No. 2
Take Three, Please
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