by Liz Adams
“Why not?”
Sean searched for the words. “There’s something I want to try.”
She waited for him to explain further but he didn’t. “Which is?”
“You’ll see. For now….” Again, he kept his words silent.
Amy laughed. “You’re impossible.” She felt silly standing in her bedroom as he looked in from just outside her window, but decided to play along. In the meantime…. “Let’s play a game.”
“Okay.”
“I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully.”
Sean laughed. “That should be easy, though it sounds pretty one-sided.”
“Are you ready?”
“Ready.” He leaned against the windowsill as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
Amy took a deep breath and shivered with the thrill of the game. “What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”
Sean laughed again. “That’s one helluva question.”
“Well?” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, feigning impatience.
“Alright, I guess that…uh….”
“Come on,” she coaxed.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna tell you this.”
“What is it?” Amy stopped tapping her foot.
“It’s just that….”
“Yes?” Her heart beat loudly in anticipation.
Sean sighed. “I’ve had a lot of one-moon liaisons, weekend flings, and hollow romances. I don’t want that anymore.” His severe eyes instructed her she needed to understand what he was saying. “I want more than that now.”
Amy gasped. She felt her heart unlock, springing wide open. The last possibility of a lonely life put on its coat and walked out for good. By the way Sean started rambling, he must not have realized how happy his divulged secret made her feel.
He said, “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you didn’t want the same thing, and then I’d lose our whole friendship thing or lover thing or whatever this is, and I don’t want to lose that, so forget I said anything. It was a stupid game.”
Amy jumped at Sean and kissed him. Hard. She stepped back and waited for his response.
Sean looked shocked, as though trying to understand what just happened. “If I say it again, do I get another kiss?” he finally said.
Amy laughed and kissed him again, gently this time. Sean was the one. Her heart told her so. Would their relationship last? She remembered discovering her girlfriend’s man being unfaithful. He had pleaded with Amy to keep his past indiscretions a secret. She did. When her girlfriend had learned the truth, Red had lost her friend. “Sean, the only way we can stay together is if there are no secrets between us. You know that, right?”
Sean nodded slowly. “You’re right.”
“No secrets?”
“No secrets.” Sean had a gleam in his eye. “Just one question.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”
Amy laughed. “I don’t have any secrets from you.”
“There must be something.”
“There really isn’t.”
“Okay, fine.” Sean’s eyes hunted for the next thing to say. “If you did have a secret from me, what would it be?”
“You’re wicked.”
“You started it.”
Amy sighed, still feeling awkward about standing in her bedroom as he remained at her windowsill. What was he planning? “I guess something I haven’t told you yet is what happened to me when I was twelve.”
“Something to do with all those drawings of yours?”
“Yeah. One day during the spring, I went to the river to wash my clothes, as always.” She paused to check his reaction. He just nodded for her to continue, so she did. “There was a wailing and I thought it was a baby crying. I followed the sounds and discovered the cries came from a baby wolf inside a broken, hollowed out log. A real wolf, not a lycan. I approached the pup to help it, find out what was wrong. Then I heard a growling behind me. I turned to see a full-grown wolf baring its teeth at me. I managed to slowly step away without being hurt. I’m sure it was the pup’s mother wanting only to protect her offspring, but still…. She scared the lightning and thunder from me.”
Sean nodded. “Huh.”
“What?”
“It’s just….” He picked at some moss growing on the edge of the sill. “How do you think you’ll react when you see me grow a snout?”
“I’ll be so turned on, you’ll have to fight me off.”
Sean laughed. “Come here.”
Amy bent over to reach her head through the window. He kissed her again.
***
Short story Amy ‘Red’ Riding’s Hood, Adult Fairy Tale Erotica is available on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Ridings-Adult-fairy-erotica-ebook/dp/B008XDNKW6/
Hear Amy tell her sexual experience with the big bad wolf here:
http://www.amazon.com/Amy-Red-Ridings-Hood/dp/B009KPDXVO/
Excerpt from the short story
Hansel & Gretel and the
Sexual Hunter
Marissa was on her knees and elbows with a cherry-flavored lollipop in her mouth. She looked through the scope at the building across the street, enjoying the view of Hansel lathering his cock. Watching his hand pump himself, his biceps flexing, his head tilted back, it was enough to make her wetter than the tongue feasting between her thighs.
“Lick deeper,” she said, her mouth full of lollipop. The sweet, cherry-flavored juices coated her tongue and she swallowed.
She felt the man’s hands open her cheeks further apart, her pussy exposed to the air, and his tongue sunk deeper inside her.
She checked the scope again. Lucky for her, Hansel had left the door to the bathroom open. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to see his jacking action. But since the door and curtains were open, she could see right into his fourth floor bedroom and through the bedroom, into the bathroom. Also lucky was that the shower doors were clear, not pixilated. True, the steam from the shower wasn’t helping visibility, but the steam mostly fogged up the top of the shower doors. She had the ability to see clearly from his shoulders down. What she wouldn’t give to see the expression on his face.
Behind her, she felt the man’s tongue slip across her folds and swirl around her entrance with strong circles. The sensation of all her nerves firing washed throughout her body. She pushed back against his mouth. He alternated between flicking his tongue against her clit and sucking it. If every part of her body could have sex on their own, they certainly felt like they were doing it now.
Hansel’s hand was pumping faster. He doubled over, bending his torso. Perhaps he was getting close.
“Stick your cock in me,” she said.
For a brief moment, she felt the chill of being left alone. Behind her, she heard the sound of a condom being opened.
Looking through the scope, she admired Hansel’s bulky chest, his abs rippling and clenching as his thick bicep worked hard.
Behind her, a lubricated latex-covered dick pushed inside. It didn’t feel much different than using a warm dildo. He entered her with a slow shove.
Hansel looked like he was on the verge of climax. She wanted to be there with him, feel that climax with him, shudder from orgasm with him. Hell, she wanted to swallow him and make sure no drop was wasted.
Damn.
His fiancée was lucky.
Well, not exactly lucky, but at least Gretel got the experience of knowing what it was like to get stuffed by someone who loved you.
In the scope, Hansel’s free hand now rested on the shower wall. It was going to be now, wasn’t it? He was going to come.
“Faster,” she said.
The man behind her thrust his shaft in and out of her. She reached under herself and rubbed, waving her hand furiously as if she could wave her loneliness goodbye. She was close. She swallowed more of the lollipop’s cherry-flavored juice, pretending it was Hansel d
own her throat.
Across the street, through the bedroom, through the bathroom, and into the shower, all close up as though she could give him a hand job herself, she saw proof of Hansel’s highest pleasure spurt and hit the shower wall. His hand white from lather, his cock white from lather, but who knew how much of that was mixed with the cum dripping from his cock?
Marissa screamed and felt the pounding of the man’s long dick as he grabbed her hips with every thrust. She bit down on the lollipop, cracking it to pieces inside her mouth. Her pussy spasmed and tightened around that prick pushing deep within her. What if it were Hansel inside her? What if she could be his fiancée and this cock was him wanting her, loving her, giving to her? The climax lasted longer, rumbling across her body, filling her every limb with sensations she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
And then the last of the waves crashed along her shore. She caught her breath from the exertion. The guy behind her stopped his thrusts, pulled out, and she heard the snap of his condom come off. As far as she knew he was still hard. He didn’t come yet. Probably saving his stamina for another client. Didn’t matter. She got what she had paid for, though she doubted she would have gotten there so quickly had it not been for Hansel.
“The money’s in the top left drawer,” she said.
Through the scope she saw Hansel drying his hair with a towel. His body was wet, his cock hung freely, tired from the workout. She looked lovingly at his bulging muscles as they worked to dry his blond hair, his firm chest, his ribbed abs, his muscle-popping thighs. When he turned away, she noticed the perfect V-shape silhouette of his torso. And, oh, he just clenched his butt cheeks in the most delightful way. What an amazing specimen of a man.
It was a shame she would have to kill him.
***
Short story Hansel & Gretel and the Sexual Hunter (Adult Fairy Tale Erotica) is available on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Hansel-Gretel-Sexual-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00B55X056/
Short Autobiographical Stories
Campus Sexploits Anthologies
In the Campus Sexploits 3: Naughty Tales of Wild Girls in College anthology
“Squirting Secrets”
Liz discovers that her roommate, Laura, regularly visits their neighbor in the dorm, Chris, due to a very special talent Chris has when it comes to a woman – any woman. Though Laura encourages Liz to try him out, and Liz is intrigued by the idea of the experience, Liz has a boyfriend. Liz runs into Chris at the cafeteria and asks him about his “special” talent. Incredibly, he offers to show her. She hesitates at first, but not all that happy with her current boyfriend and their sex life – and obsessively curious now – Live gives in and agrees. Liz discovers the amazing talent of Chris’ magical hands and now knows exactly why Laura keeps going back for more.
Available at http://www.amazon.com/Campus-Sexploits-Naughty-College-ebook/dp/B0091IIJO6/.
In the Campus Sexploits 4: College Sex with Foreign Exchange Students anthology
“College Sex with a Foreign Exchange Student, the Universal Language”
Knowing that your fantasies defined you, what if they were too kinky for comfort? After Liz breaks up with her boyfriend, Liz’s roommate Laura tries setting her up with a French foreign exchange student, Renard. When Liz meets him she falls under his spell and, being a freelance model, she is intrigued by his love of film. He says film is the universal language and can capture all the senses. When Liz points out film cannot capture smell and taste, he insists on proving it by capturing her taste on camera in his dorm room. She tingles at the challenge and accepts, never suspecting his recorded oral interview would opens doors to sexual desires she denied all her life.
Also by
Liz Adams
Fairy Tale Erotica
Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land
Short Stories
Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood
(Adult Fairy Tale Erotica)
Hansel & Gretel and the Sexual Hunter
(A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale)
Alina Said, Call Me Maybe
(A Short Romance)
Short Stories in Anthologies
“Squirting Secrets” in Campus Sexploits 3: Naughty Tales of Wild Girls in College (Autobiographical)
“College Sex with a Foreign Exchange Student, the Universal Language” in Campus Sexploits 4 (Autobiographical)
“The Artist” in Sensexual: A Unique Anthology 2013 Vol 1 (Urban Fantasy)
