by Corinna Parr
Sage smiled at me with her fierce white teeth. “Come on, don’t be coy. We know you’re not coy. Make a space.” She glanced at the plates, then back at me.
My heart beat faster. Sage spoke lightly, but there was something dangerous in that lightness; I would have preferred a growl. Looking down, trying to ignore the boys who still watched me with evident pleasure, I wriggled my ass until I’d cleared a space to sit with my knees at the table’s edge. Plates and glasses chimed around me as I moved.
Sage said, “That’s better. You see, gentlemen, Jane recently revealed to me her taste for fooling around in public. And since I know you’ve been curious about our little club…” She shrugged helplessly. “The steaks here are amazing, but the dessert is terrible.”
I inhaled softly and studied my hands, layered in my lap. I was appalled but unsurprised when Sage said, “Jane, pull up your skirt.”
I glared at her. Damned if I was going to show those man-children the parts of myself that even my lovers had worked to reach. Then Sage’s eyes met mine, black and boiling thickly like oil. She kept her seat, but in those eyes she’d crawled across the table and seized me by the throat. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
Slowly at first, watching Sage, I gathered my skirt into my hands. The silk whispered up from ankles to calves, then puddled between my knees on the table. Raising one knee and then the other, I laid bare the creamy flesh of my thighs, and finally— my last humiliation— the trimmed red hair of my sex.
Sage’s eyes never seemed to leave mine, but I saw her moisten her lips. I realized that in her way, she was as intent on my sordid display as Eliot and Adam, who smirked and whispered together like schoolboys. Being watched by those molten, hungry eyes did something to me. The skin around my nipples prickled, and I felt the first wash of slickness between my legs. I hoped to God the Oettingers couldn’t see how ready I was to be touched.
“You like to have your pussy licked, don’t you Jane? Ask our guests to lick your pussy.”
I swallowed, then murmured, “Please lick my pussy. Please.” But I was saying it to Sage.
The twins needed no further invitation to come and enjoy their dessert. Adam knelt in front of me, put his hands on my thighs and pushed my legs apart. I wasn’t angled right, so he grasped my bare buttocks under my dress and tugged me to the edge of the table, forcing me to throw my hands out behind myself in order to keep my balance. That posture presented the plump lips of my sex to him; he grinned, then leaned in and put his mouth on me.
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Corinna Parr has a taste for erotica and a knack for words. She lives in Canada, where she daydreams about the day when she can give up her 9 to 5 job and take up writing naughty things full-time. Until then, she stays warm and inspired by pouring her free time into “research” with her muse, the man she calls Sir.
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My family, who believed full bookshelves were the best way to decorate a home, and who taught me how to read quickly for fear of having the latest library find or bookstore discovery swiped when it was set down.
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"Please. Not here," she said.
EXCERPT from WETWARE DREAMS
EXCERPT from ALCMENE AGAIN
EXCERPT from THE NYMPHOMANIAC'S PILLOW BOOK
EXCERPT from THE ZODIAC CLUB
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