by Liz Adams
“Which is?”
“The only thing that can save you is a woman.”
Bruce stilled, his face unreadable, and stared at the ceiling.
Shit. She’d said too much.
He rolled out of bed in a smooth move before she could reach for him, hold him again one last time. “Get your clothes back on and meet me downstairs,” he ordered, his back to her.
“Where are you going?”
“To untie Rob and Al. There’s something we need to discuss.”
Goldie watched him leave. She should get out now. Make a run for it. She got what she came for. More than enough to pay for the surgery. If she had any sense in her, she’d get the hell out of there. Now.
But damn it, she couldn’t. The intimate experience she had shared with Bruce flooded her heart. Running away from that seemed impossible. In fact, the encounters with all three men made an impression on her. The memories of Rob’s skills and Al’s creativity cemented her decision not to run. She took a deep breath.
Okay, Goldie. In for a dime, in for a dollar.
She extracted her clothes from her duffle bag, slipped on the black leggings and top, and traipsed downstairs letting her hair fly free.
***
She got angry looks from Rob and Al as she stepped into the living room. She didn’t see what the big deal was. They got to tie her up and she wasn’t angry at them. Of course, they didn’t ask to be tied up by her. Yeah, getting beat by a girl wasn’t likely to be their proudest memory.
Rob sat at the edge of a lazy chair. Bruce and Al stood at the unused fireplace.
“Thanks for not running.” Bruce nodded at her. He addressed the others. “Now I know you’re probably still upset about her tying you two up, but drop it. I need you to set aside those feelings for what I’m proposing.”
Where was Bruce going with this?
“Goldilocks? I understand you wanting to keep your anonymity, so I’ll call you Goldilocks for now. How would you feel about staying with us?”
“What?” Goldie spit out before she could control herself.
Rob shouted, “Are you out of your mind? She’s a thief, for Christ’s sake!”
Bruce made a calm-down gesture with his hands. “A thief that managed to overtake you and Al.”
“You’re the one that said we have to avoid women. You said we can’t ever have an ordinary relationship.”
“She is anything but ordinary, Rob. And this wouldn’t be an ordinary relationship. Think about it, Rob. Think about how she could help us.”
Even though the prospect of having all three men at her disposal made her tingle, she wasn’t going to just drop everything and be their sex wife.
“I get it,” Goldie said. “You guys have needs so you want me around to satisfy those needs. As flattering as your proposal is, I’m going to have to decline.”
“See?” Rob said. “She declines. End of discussion.”
“Robin. Let me explain to her what I’m really offering.”
What he was really offering? What else was on the table?
“Goldilocks, it wouldn’t be just for the sex. I’ll make no illusions about it, I think we would all benefit from you on a sexual level, but you also have skills that we need. Skills of a profiler, skills of a fighter, and yes, even skills of a thief. We would need your skills to help us fight crime.”
“Fight crime? Are you cops?” Goldie snuck her rope’s remote control in her hands. She’d jet out of there in a flash if she needed to, but the situation intrigued her.
“You’re telling her too much,” Rob crossed his arms on his chest and frowned.
“She needs to know everything,” Bruce said. “But I’ll only tell her if you’re okay with the idea. So are you okay with it?”
Rob looked like he was mulling it over. He gazed at Goldie. She remembered how amazing he was between her legs. To have access to those talents every day? It was crazy, but she wanted him to say yes.
He did. Not vocally, just with a nod. But it was enough to send a tingle down her spine.
Bruce turned to the butler. “Alfred?”
“It’s your decision, sir.”
“I value your opinion, Al.”
Goldie watched the expression on the man who took her to new levels in the kitchen. She couldn’t read his butler poker face. Eventually, he nodded his consent.
She kept a firm grip on her duffle bag in case she needed to make a sudden escape. “So are you or aren’t you cops?”
“Goldilocks, I have friends in high places. If you agree to join us, I’ll have your criminal record wiped clean. You’ll get a fresh start.”
A fresh start. She let the idea sit in her mind, turning the opportunity over and looking at it from all sides. No more running from the law. She looked at her duffle bag.
As if reading her mind, Bruce said, “The money is yours whether you join us or not.”
She let out a sigh of relief. Her mother would be okay. Goldie surveyed the living room. She could get used to this lifestyle.
“What would I have to do?”
Bruce picked up a folded pile of clothes from the fireplace mantel and handed it to her. “Try this on.”
“What is it?”
“Your new identity.”
She donned the black cape and long gloves. The gloves felt stiff along the side.
“Is there a splint in the gloves?”
“Flick your hand fast, like this.” Bruce made an action with his wrist like he was throwing in a fishing pole line.
Goldie imitated the action. A row of blades popped out along her arm.
“Cool!” She said.
“Lightweight titanium blades with a spring-action release. You’ll have matching boots for more damage to your kicks.”
“I love this.” Goldie struck kung-fu poses and practiced a few side and front kicks.
Rob smirked. “Wait ‘til you see the basement. It’s quite the cave of tricks.”
“And this,” Bruce handed her a black mask. It fit snug over her head.
She went to the window to examine her reflection. The skin-thin mask covered the back of her head, letting locks of her blonde hair curl out from underneath. The top of the mask at her forehead rolled down over her eyes. At the top of her head, the mask had fake pointed ears, like an animal’s ears.
“The media will come up with a nickname for you once you hit the news.” Bruce said. “The media invents all sorts of crazy nicknames for crime fighters. They’ll probably call you something like ‘Bat Woman’.”
She turned to her three new friends, her chest bursting with excitement. “I’m in!”
A Personal Message from the Author
I’m very thankful that you took the time to read my sexy take on Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Finding the man who’s “just right” is practically every girl’s dream, so I think nearly everyone can relate to Goldie’s search. But how do we find Mr. Right if we need different personalities from him? Sometimes I want my hubby to be strong and to take charge. Other times I want him to be sensitive to my needs and open to what I want. Though I doubt I could ever be with more than one man, having three men with very different personality types certainly solves the dilemma. What fantasy or fairy tale would you like to see me write? And speaking of fairy tales, what did you think of my story? If you liked it, please write me a review on Amazon or on Goodreads, and share the title with your friends. Whenever I read a great review, my whole day becomes beautiful and I feel like I’m walking on the clouds.
Thanks for reading,
Liz Adams
About the Author
Liz Adams, author of the bestselling erotic fairy tale Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land, lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, CA. Her short story Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood, an erotic version of Red Riding Hood, is an Amazon bestseller and winner of Goodreads’ Book of the Month for October 2012. Liz studied music and creative writing at UCLA and worked as a freelance model before making her writing her c
areer. In her spare time she cuddles with her husband on the couch to watch her favorite shows and often they work together doing research for her books. Feel free to contact Liz through Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Liz.Adams.Author.
If you enjoyed Goldie’s Locks and the Three Men (A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale Fantasy for Women), please write a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads! Also, Liz would love to know how you heard about her ebook, so drop her a line at [email protected] or at her website www.LizAdamsAuthor.com.
Excerpt from Alice’s Sexual Discovery
in a Wonderful Land
“Look at us,” Rabbit complained. “We are all wet. How shall we get dry?”
“Let’s run a race!” suggested another man. So the men all started running around without any clear indication of where the race began or where the race ended.
To Alice the men looked like idiots running around randomly as if it would help them dry off. Watching their cocks bob up and down as they ran entertained her. Many of the penises were small bouncy things, but there were a few of the men, Rabbit included, who had actual phalluses. Long, thick trunks flopping out in front of their hips.
The men ran for what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, trying to get ahead of one another and turning at random points. Alice giggled and got to get a good look at their bottoms, too. Many men had big, flabby bums, but a few of the men were blessed with firm ones, like Rabbit.
Alice gathered up her dress and wrung it out. The warm sun in that strange pink sky would have to do the rest. She sat on a large rock that was probably just a small stone. But now that Alice had shrunk to a tiny size, everything seemed huge. Although that didn’t explain the strange colors of this wonderland.
After five more minutes of running, the men stopped and doubled over to catch their breath. Alice watched their buff chests inflate and deflate, their tanned skin shiny with sweat.
Through deep breaths, one of the men managed to say, “I’m…still…wet.”
“Me…too,” another said catching his breath.
“Let’s jump back into the lake to return all the moisture to it.” Rabbit didn’t seem to be out of breath at all.
Alice laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Rabbit asked.
“Look at dee men,” Alice said using her best Spanish accent. “Dey put ‘dee men’ back in ‘dementia.’ ”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Alice said smiling. “It’s a great idea. Have at it. You can make another race of it.” It looked like they needed direction.
So the men jumped back in and swam all around the lake in random directions, trying to outdo each other.
A man with a buff chest and grey ponytail climbed out first. The other men followed. Alice took a mental picture of these nude men, everything hanging out. Yum! She called out to them, “So who won?”
“What?” one of them asked.
“Who won the race?”
“We all did,” another said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The others nodded their heads.
“What did you win?” Alice asked amused.
One of the men rolled his eyes like it was another stupid question and said, “Prizes.”
“And who’s giving you your prizes?” Alice chuckled. She had to admit, having a conversation with a crowd of clueless naked men was a blast. Just wait until she told Lois about this!
This time, the men looked at each other as though searching for the answer.
“We need to find the box of prizes,” the man with the grey ponytail finally said.
Then Rabbit pointed straight at Alice and said, “She has a box of prizes!”
“What?” Then Alice realized what Rabbit was talking about. Alice held up her hands to stop them. “Now just one minute! I don’t have any prizes.”
“But you have a box, right?” Rabbit said.
“Well, yes, in a manner of speaking.”
“Let me take a look.” The grey ponytailed elder approached Alice.
“Wait!” Alice stopped the elder in his tracks. The grizzled man stood still as if waiting for Alice to change her mind. She knew they wouldn’t be satisfied until someone made sure her “box” was empty. And after that bout with Rabbit’s exploring hands, the tingling in her body actually enjoyed the prospect of satisfying their curiosity. “Not you,” Alice said to the elder and turned to Rabbit. “Him.”
Rabbit strode up to Alice.
Again Alice said, “Wait!” She turned around on the rock so that her back was to everyone and no one could see. “Okay.”
Rabbit went to the other side of the rock. “It’s here,” Rabbit said pulling up Alice’s dress. “Between her legs.” He pushed aside her panties and his face filled with wonder. It must have been the first time he saw a woman there. He looked so cute, Alice couldn’t resist stroking his blond hair.
She felt Rabbit’s finger gently touch her. That finger was so ginger and delicate. She looked behind her at the crowd of men around her. None of them were hard. This wasn’t arousing to them? Rabbit seemed fascinated but that hardly meant she excited him as much as she excited the hanged man.
Rabbit licked his finger as if to test the taste. He then dipped it back into her. That finger woke up every inch of her body. Her muscles tensed. He stroked Alice’s inner walls seeking his prize. How long would he search until he realized there was no prize to be found?
She relaxed a little, and found the finger to be soothing. Keep searching, you gorgeous man.
Rabbit withdrew his finger. Alice sighed wanting more.
“I can’t find anything,” Rabbit said.
“Let me try.” One of the men appeared from behind Rabbit.
Before Alice could protest – did she really want to? – the man slipped a finger inside her, probing with a delicate touch. She leaned back on her hands and let her head fall to the side to see the gorgeous muscle men surrounding her. What if they all took turns fingering her? Her heart pounded at the thought. Lord, his single finger was no longer enough. She moved her hips up to meet his hand. Thankfully, he put in another finger. The two fingers wiggled inside her. Alice let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in.
“Anything?” one observing man asked. He had the biggest biceps Alice had ever seen.
“Nothing,” the fingerer said. He let his head get closer between her thighs. Alice could feel his breaths tickle her. Did he like what he saw? He stroked the outer lips now. Alice found herself thrusting her hips, seeking fingers.
“Please,” she said. But felt uncomfortable requesting anything further.
“Hold on a second,” the man said. “There’s another hole here.”
Alice felt a finger wiggle up her bottom. Whoa! Why did that feel good? But the finger immediately came out.
“It’s dry,” the man said.
“Hang on,” the one with the bulging biceps said. “I have an idea.”
Biceps sucked on his thick finger, crouched down between Alice’s legs and said, “I’ll place one finger here.”
She felt a huge, wet finger enter her rear.
“And my thumb here.”
She felt his thick thumb enter her pussy. That was a trick Alice had never even tried on herself! The finger and thumb were attempting to touch each other, pressing along her inner walls. Alice moaned and clenched around his fingers.
Biceps pulled out his digits and said, “Nothing.”
Still, though, he lingered at her entrance, stroking the lips with his fingers. He stuck one finger inside her. Then two. The huge man went on with three substantial fingers. Alice felt herself open up to him, the fingers wiggling mmm inside her. He pulled the fingers out and Alice sighed. She wanted more. She looked at his soft face. He was holding his fingers, slick with her juices, up to his nose. Then he tasted her on his fingers.
“That’s it!” Biceps cried. “That’s the prize!”
“What?” the other men asked. “What’s the prize?”
“Her
box holds an elixir!” Biceps declared and stuffed his tongue inside her, tasting her, drinking her.
“Oooh,” Alice said.
“Let me taste,” another man said. He took over the job, coating her with strokes of his tongue.
Sparks zinged through her body. If this is what oral sex was like, how could a cock be any better? Alice moaned again. His tongue penetrated deeper than the other man’s tongue had, but still she wanted more. More fingers, more tongues, kisses, caresses. Don’t just worship my wetness. Worship all of me!
Why were they making her juices so sacred? And then a thought made her laugh.
The man tasting her stopped and asked, “What are you laughing about?”
“You were swimming in it,” Alice managed to say through her giggles.
The man ignored her and returned to lapping up her juices.
Maybe this time, Alice thought to herself, her eyes closed. Maybe this time I’ll orgasm.
One by one, each of the men stepped forward to taste Alice, lick her with their tongues, snake them inside her and wipe her cleft with them, sucking, drinking, slurping. She wriggled with delight.
I think it’ll happen. Just a little more.
***
Alices’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land is available on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Alices-Discovery-Wonderful-Erotica-ebook/dp/B007VQABJ6/
You can also listen to Alice’s sexual adventures here:
http://www.amazon.com/Alices-Sexual-Discovery-Wonderful-Land/dp/B009KUE57A/
Excerpt from the short story
Amy ‘Red’ Riding’s Hood,
Adult Fairy Tale Erotica
“Come here.” As he hung with one hand on the windowsill, Sean pulled Amy into a kiss with his other hand against the back of her neck. Tingles and shivers spread across the skin of her arms, across her breasts, deep into her belly, and down her legs to her very toes. The taste of his warm lips and spicy male breath made her hunger for more. Leaning outside the window to reach his lips left her exposed to the cold night air. Finally, she had to stand up, breaking off the delicious kiss.
“Come in,” Amy motioned with her hand.
“Not yet.”
