He washed his hands, showing proper cleanliness technique, and looked at himself in the mirror. What a stud. His hair dark was combed perfectly. With a grin, he recited his favorite line from a debonair man who women adored. “Bond ... James Bond.” A tapping on the door made him quicken the drying of his hands.
Opening the small door, he saw her standing in front of him. She didn't say anything but her breathing was quick and shallow. Her eyes looked into Eugene's and the intensity of her inner fire scorched his passionate soul. His boner returned quickly, feeling the sexual fever from her simple stare.
The woman forced her way into the tiny bathroom. Her eyes talked for her. She wanted Eugene.
Their mouths met in a dance of tongues and saliva. She was hot and her hands groped at Eugene's body, tugging and squeezing.
Eugene grabbed her shoulders, pushing her against the small sink. The thin fabric of her blouse couldn't conceal the hardened tips of her nipples poking out, begging to be suckled. With animalistic urgency he tore her blouse open, revealing the silken lace of her black bra.
Eugene dove forward, licking her nipple through the fabric and causing her to groan. His other hand reached between her legs, seeking her heated heart. She widened her legs, causing her skirt to rise and Eugene found his treasure. As he slid his hand along her inner thigh he could feel the heat and touched the wetness of her flesh. She wore no underwear, which Eugene appreciated, and his fingers began to toy with the opening of her slippery cunt.
This woman was aroused to the point of explosion and Eugene wanted to feel her convulse around his cock as they feverishly fucked. The Mile High Club needed a new member and he wanted to be the one to join.
Her moaning made Eugene even hotter and hornier. The pressure of his cock pushing against his pants was becoming painful. He was aroused and his blood heated to a boil of desire with lustful anticipation for this beautiful creature. They had cable television channels for this kind of encounter, things like this weren't reality. Things like this didn't happen to him. This was the kind of kinky, erotic fantasy usually only found in books, especially his books.
The woman pulled at Eugene's neck, digging her red fingernails into his skin. Obviously, she wanted more. As their mouths came closer together, his finger slid within the velvety wetness of her tight pussy. While they kissed, he let his finger swirl in her juices. Her pussy tightened and loosened as his finger delved deeper and moved in a circular motion, widening her inner walls.
She was an inferno of desire and threw her head back. With Eugene's fingers rubbing her engorged clit, her moans signaled she was close to climaxing. She brushed her fingers along the beads of perspiration across the front of her neck and began to suck on her fingertips, moaning with pleasure.
She unleashed her inner slut, grabbing Eugene's shirt and yanking him forward. She kissed him lustfully again then pushed him back. He slammed against the door with a loud thud. Her eyes burned with desire as she tugged at his pants, seeing the bulge swelling inside. Her passion rose to an unquenchable thirst for sex.
She finally unfastened his belt and lowered the zipper. Her jaw dropped as she saw his cock for the first time as it stuck out, pointing like a sword. A small dribble of drool trickled from the corner of her lips as she knelt down before him. Her lips were red and moist. His cock began to throb in anticipation as she hovered above it, teasing the head with her tongue.
She looked up at Eugene, longingly and panting with desire and finally spoke.
"Peanuts?"
Eugene replied. “Peanuts? What the fuck are you talking about? Those are my balls, not peanuts."
"Would you like some peanuts?"
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One amazing night. A waste of time? Or a new beginning?
Fortune's Promise
© 2009 Karen Erickson
A Fortune Story.
After winning the lottery a year ago with her two best friends, Maddie Carpenter's life should have changed for the better. Right? Wrong. She's still stuck in her boring old life while her friends are living theirs to the fullest.
Watching one of them get married brings all her self doubt into sharp focus. She resolves to do something exciting, something thrilling. Starting right now, with the singer performing at the reception.
Tanner is still bitter over his divorce, bitter toward women in general. But something about sweet and sexy Maddie turns Tanner inside out—and he can't resist her.
One amazing night of sex turns into many nights of more amazing sex. Soon their relationship is moving way out of the casual zone. But both carry excess baggage of suspicion and distrust that could cost them everything...
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The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he sat up straight, aware someone was watching him. He turned around to see a woman standing in the wide entryway of the bar, backlit from the bright lights coming from the hallway of the hotel, her curvaceous figure silhouetted perfectly for his perusal. He cocked his head, appreciating her voluptuous form, wishing he could make out her face. He waited, anticipation filling his gut and he damn near prayed she would walk inside the bar.
She finally did, taking tentative steps, the skirt of her pale gold dress swirling around her feet as she entered the dark room. He recognized her immediately.
The hot little piece who had caught his eye when he performed at the reception. The one who had stood in the corner and watched him with wide eyes the entire time he sang. The bridesmaid. There'd only been two and Brittney had told him all three of them had won the lottery along with her.
She could work.
Her gaze scanned the room slowly, chewing nervously on her lower lip as she came closer to the bar. Just the sight of those even white teeth nibbling on the lush fullness of her pink lower lip had his mind conjuring all kinds of images. All of them dirty, all of them sure to shock the shit out of this chick. She had a regal way about her, reminding him vaguely of an ice princess. The tilt of her chin, the almost haughty expression on her face, the way she walked with perfect posture and graceful movements.
Tanner wondered what she would do if he propositioned her, whispered in her ear that he wanted to fuck her brains out.
Hell, he was in a mood. Not only did he want to get laid, but he also wanted to do it in every dirty nasty way imaginable. Little Miss Prim and Proper would put a lockdown on her panties if she had any clue as to what he was thinking about.
Maybe she wouldn't work.
She finally ended up at the bar, a few seats away from him and she sat, pulling up at her skirts as she did. It didn't help, he noticed. The bodice of her strapless dress slipped, revealing the delicate pale lace of her bra for the briefest second before she yanked it back up. She glanced around, her gaze meeting his and her eyes widened in shock. She had caught him watching every moment.
He smiled at her and she looked away, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. The bartender ignored her when she tried to gain her attention with a wave of her hand and her shoulders slumped. Resting her hand on the countertop, she looked utterly defeated.
Tanner cleared his throat when the bartender approached and she smiled at him, the look on her face flirtatious. “You ignored her."
"Who?” Her eyes widened and she glanced up and down the bar. “Oh, you mean her? I'll get to her in a minute. I thought you might need something."
He certainly didn't need her. “I want you to go over there and take her order. And tell her it's on me."
The bartender nodded, the light dimming in her eyes. Maybe she realized he wasn't interested. Damn right. “Of course, Mr. Robinson."
She walked over to the bridesmaid, pointing a finger at Tanner halfway through her spiel. When the bartender turned away to prepare her drink, the bridesmaid glanced in his direction, a tentative smile on her lips. He smiled back, and she looked away, her cheeks pink again.
Tanner grabbed his drink and slid off the stool, walking slowly to
wards her. She didn't notice, too busy gathering her drink from the now-jealous bartender who glared at him as he approached.
She sipped from her drink, her lips wrapped around the skinny red straw, and he knew without a doubt that she was the one who could help him ease his troubles tonight.
Now if only she would be willing.
He sat on the stool next to her and she literally jumped, turned her startled dark brown gaze upon him, her lips still attached to the straw. She gulped loudly and set the glass down with a thump, a nervous smile on her face.
"Thank you.” She waved at the glass. “For my drink. You didn't have to do that."
"You're welcome.” He tilted his head towards her, wondered what made this woman so damn nervous. Most of the women he encountered fawned over him but didn't necessarily act nervous. No, they were more the type who knew what they wanted and went right for it.
A free night in the sack with the famous singer, that's what they always wanted.
He grimaced. Fuck, when did his life get so pointless? So empty?
She must have noticed his grimace because she frowned, even looked ready to hop off her stool. “I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone."
Without thinking, he rested his hand on her forearm to prevent her from leaving. The tips of his fingers sizzled at the contact, sending a jolt of awareness throughout his entire body. She appeared affected as well, gooseflesh blossoming on her skin beneath his touch.
"Don't go,” he murmured. “Stay with me, just for a few minutes."
She settled herself on the stool and he removed his hand reluctantly.
"Did you enjoy it?"
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Three men, a tomboy ... and one erotic game that could change everything.
Three for Me?
© 2009 R. G. Alexander
Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee ... and Charli. It's never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She's always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.
Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she's got plenty of fantasy material. It's a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel—and Charli's “best man” duties take a kinky turn.
Through what looks to be foul play by Lee's new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing “The Race Erotic". With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but all three of her remaining single buddies.
They're the only family she's ever known. She can't imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?
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"I wanted that outfit.” Natalie glared at her, looking intimidating in a leopard print body stocking.
"I'm sorry?"
Shelly came and got between them. “Nat, you know you don't get to choose your outfits. Besides, you've already been the naughty schoolgirl several times now. Give someone else a chance."
Naughty schoolgirl. Charli covered her face with her hands, peeking at herself in the mirror through her spread fingers. She'd had her hair put in pigtails. She hadn't worn pigtails since she was nine.
The little Mary Janes and thigh-high white stockings were bad enough. The plaid skirt was so short she could see her clingy white underwear that had, thankfully, been in a store-bought package beside the ensemble. But it was the shirt, most of all that was giving her fits.
Button-down and white, it stopped right beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Already so thin they could see the shadow of her areoles. Shelly and the other woman had patted her with a damp cloth, making it entirely see through. She'd never be able to face the boys again.
"Don't be nervous. It's just two songs. And it's pretty dark in there. The game rents the upstairs club for as long as we're here, so no one but the other racers will see you dance. And I'm pretty sure they'll be too busy to look."
Charli was feeling a little warm. Maybe it was from the tequila, but she wasn't necessarily afraid of this challenge. She was the lifelong friend of four very manly men. She'd been to a strip club before. And she did love to dance. If only she didn't have to wear this humiliating outfit.
She remembered what Connie had said about her having the body of a pole dancer. Had she known this would be one of the challenges? She was going to have a good long chat with Lee's new wife when they got back.
Shelly led them all to a curtained doorway. “Up those stairs you'll find a main stage that will lead you to your individual walkways. Dance one entire song on that walkway for your men. When the next song starts, give him the lap dance of his dreams, and just be open to the pleasure. It's a wonderful experience. The men know what they have to do to get the next clue, so go on and show them what you've got!"
Shelly stopped Charli as the others went on ahead. “Your guys have already been told, but I wanted to let you know that you can only pick one to lap dance with, and the other men can watch, but they aren't allowed to touch you until the song ends. Okay? Great!"
She rushed off, clipboard in hand while Charli took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? The music started, and she walked out onto the main stage. Of course she was. She never backed down from a bet.
Charli strode to the rhythm of the beat, watching her counterparts do the Time with a smile. Dawn, despite her shyness, seemed determined to do this for Tim. And from the expression on his face, Charli could tell he appreciated it. She walked to the end of her walkway and placed her hands on her hips. “If any of you laugh at me, I'll give you a wedgie. Or steal your lunch money."
"Charli?"
"Dear God. And thank you. Amen."
"Fuck, Chuck. You look—"
She lifted her chin threateningly, but Simon's gaze was focused entirely on her breasts. He sighed. “Amazing."
"Yeah?” She caught Shelly making a dancing motion and started to sway to the music. Eric, Raf and Simon were staring at her, looking dazed and totally enthralled. Heat pooled between her thighs. Being the focus of this kind of attention felt ... well it felt great. Empowering. Something she could definitely get used to.
There was a pole, and Charli had always wanted to try one. All those mountain-climbing muscles were put to good use as she leapt up onto the steel cylinder, using her thighs to cling, her arms spread out in a backward arch that gave her the perfect, upside-down view of her audience.
"Sweet Jesus."
"Did you know she could do that?"
Simon didn't respond, barely took his blue eyes off her long enough to blink.
Charli's smile was wicked. She lifted herself up, sliding down the pole until she was on her knees on her walkway, crawling closer to the edge of the stage. “How are the others doing? Are we winning?"
"Who knows? Who cares?” Eric's cheeks were flushed, and Rafael looked over at him, before turning his attention back to Charli.
"I forgot. You're fulfilling Professor Eric's favorite fantasy, sugar. He's gonna have a hard time keeping his hands off you."
Charli stopped her forward motion, sitting up to rub her hands slowly over her damp shirt. Her nipples were hard. Sensitive. The three heartfelt groans made her chuckle. “What fantasy?"
"Nothing.” Eric glared at Rafael, but Raf just smiled.
"No use lying about it, friend. Eric used to tell us that his favorite fantasy was of you as one of his students. One of his bad students. Who needed to be punished."
Charli blinked. The gush of arousal dampened her white schoolgirl panties, and she slid her hand between her legs unconsciously.
"She likes that idea, Eric.” Simon's voice was rough, and she shivered as though he'd touched her skin. “She really likes it. Don't you, Chuck?"
She stuck out her tongue, but inside she was quaking. Images of her bent over Eric's desk, being spanked, being fucked, filled her mind. She closed her eyes, arching
her neck as her hand disappeared beneath her skirt.
The music ended and Rafael made a sound of frustration. All three men shifted in their seats.
"Time for the next round, ladies. You know what to do. You too, guys.” Shelly's perky voice jerked Charli out of her fantasy, making her blush. The new music was slower, sultrier. Reminded her of sex. As if anything didn't right now.
"You have to pick one, babe. Have to pick one of us to dance for."
It wasn't as difficult a choice as she thought. She'd been planning to pick him anyway, if only because she'd thought he was the least likely to tease her. But now. Now she wanted to choose him for an entirely different reason.
"I choose Eric."
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