A is for Anal
The ABCs of Erotica
An Erotic Short Story
by Malia Mallory
Grace is demure by day. But Michael knows what lies beneath her prim appearance and he can’t wait to get her out of those confining clothes. When Michael and Grace get together outside of work, fireworks ensue. In a steamy shower, Michael begins to expose Grace to the pleasures of anal play. Grace is more than willing to open that door.
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Copyright 2011 by Malia Mallory
First Edition November 2011
Second Edition July 2012
ISBN: 978-1-4661-7374-3
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A is for Anal
Michael smiled and took Grace’s hand, urging her from the bed. She followed him in eager anticipation, still tingling inside. His frank appreciation released her sensuality from its cage where it had been long confined. She’d spent day after day trapped in a suit, her hair restrained. Only Michael had seen through her prim facade. Only Michael had explored what was beneath.
He led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower taps. Steamy vapor clouded the air, and the tips of Grace’s long brown hair curled wildly. He guided her inside the huge, stone-lined shower. Her bare feet gripped the cool, textured tiles. Deliciously warm water streamed over her skin and Grace laughed—delighted.
Michael picked up a shampoo bottle and squeezed some into his hand. The steam picked up the jasmine scent and spread it through the air. Grace inhaled deeply and allowed the warm, fruity scent to envelop her. He slid his hands through her hair and massaged her scalp with the pads of his fingers. Her skin tingled with sensation from his attentions. His fingers slipped though the strands of her hair, long and silky to the touch. Slow and thorough, he worked the lather, combing his fingers through scalp to ends. She arched toward him, silently asking for more.
Michael piled her hair up onto her head, took the oval soap bar from the dish and rubbed it between his palms until it frothed up. He stretched his fingers around her neck, kneading gently. Michael massaged his fingers into her muscles, back and forth and down to her shoulders. His hands had the subtle calluses of a man who didn’t spend all his time in an office. Soap slicked hands slipped under her arms, down the soft skin of the undersides, and all the way to her fingers. He intertwined their fingers, squeezing them, and then allowed his fingers to travel back up the outside of her arms.
She moaned in protest when his hands left her skin to pick up the soap again. Michael’s tender ministrations loosened her muscles as well as her inhibitions. He moved his hands around to her stomach and pressed himself against her back. Grace gasped as she felt the heat of his body against her skin. He was so hard and so hot.
His palms cupped her breasts, and he slicked soap into the cleavage between. Her breasts were full and firm, but her skin was velvety soft. Her nipples were puckered hard, and he lingered there a moment tracing the edges of her areolae. His fingers traveled down until they dipped inside her navel. Lower and lower, he continued to stroke and slide until Grace felt him spread her pussy lips apart.
Her legs trembled, and she had to fight the urge to push her legs together. He reached between the folds of her lips, washing and stimulating. His hand moved around to her ass, soaping the cheeks, and he slid his index finger down her ass crack. Slow and gentle, he touched the outside of her anus while he rubbed his cock against her ass cheek, back and forth.
Michael leaned forward and nibbled her ear. "I hope I didn’t make you sore."
Grace smiled and shook her head. He’d been powerful and vigorous, but she’d been right there with him, her pussy dripping wet and ready.
Michael continued kissing Grace’s neck while he stroked her ass with the soap. Kneeling down, he rubbed the bar all over her thighs, down behind her knees and over her calves, first one leg and then the other. Lifting each foot in turn, he soaped the skin and pressed his fingers between the toes and then around her ankle, under her sole and arch.
Grace let the languid warmth spread over her skin. Soapsuds streamed down her body and swirled down the drain. The attention was intoxicating. His sensual touch melted her. Every place his fingers touched swelled with arousal.
Michael stood up, guided Grace under the spray and rubbed her skin all over, rinsing the soap down her body. He pressed his body closer and closer until Grace braced herself against the wall. She felt the friction of his chest hair against her back. His hands caressed her ass again, probing. Michael used his feet to spread her legs wider.
Grace flinched slightly as Michael pressed the soap against her anus. She could still feel his rock hard cock against her ass cheek. She was uneasy but not afraid. She trusted him. He would never hurt her. But could she trust herself? When he gave her a choice, what would her increasingly wanton body allow her to say?
His hands roamed everywhere, the sides of her breasts, her hips. His breath was hot on her neck, raising gooseflesh.
Michael’s voice was deep and dark. "Say yes…"
Grace could only moan yes, trembling against Michael’s warm, wet body. His fingers replaced the soap and slid between her pussy lips until they found her clit. He rubbed her, caressing and lightly pinching. Grace jerked in response as nerves sparked between her clit and vagina.
"I’m going to take you Grace."
"Oh yes, please." Grace longed to feel him. The anticipation had been building, and she was aching to feel him inside her.
Michael replaced his fingers with his cock and slid it b
etween her legs. He pushed forward until the head of his cock brushed her clit, and then pulled back across her vagina and ass again and again until Grace didn’t know how much longer she could wait. His cock was hitting the sensitive opening of her pussy and she clenched in response.
"Michael, please…please!" The friction of his cock against her made her tremble with each stroke.
He laughed. "How much do you want me?" His voice vibrated with sensual promise.
"Oh, so much, please don’t tease me." She rubbed herself against him. Her reserve was buried for the moment. All she could think about was his cock filling her.
"A better question is…where do you want me?" He paused, waiting for her response.
Grace didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She recalled how Michael’s cock had stretched her pussy and shivered at the thought of him taking her in the ass.
"Michael. . ." Grace’s voice was hesitant. Did she want this? Was it too much too soon?
"You can Grace. I know you can." She felt the tip of his cock press against her anus. Grace shivered, speechless. No words came as she tensed in expectation.
His fingers spread her ass cheeks, his hips pressed forward, harder, and his cock entered her ass. Grace gasped. It was so tight. The stretching sensation was intense. Michael’s hands stroked her softly, calming her, relaxing her while he continued to press the head of his cock inside her ass. Grace whimpered but didn’t protest.
"Shhhh. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Relax." When the head fully breached the tight ring of her asshole, Michael paused, letting her adjust. Grace took deep gasping breaths while Michael crooned in her ear.
"You feel so good baby. You’re so tight, I can hardly hold back."
Grace relaxed as Michael’s confidence and patience soothed her. The discomfort was not as great as it had been a moment ago when he first pushed inside. Michael pressed forward again, gentle but insistent. Grace was overwhelmed. It was almost painful on one level, yet her pussy was hot and achy and her swollen clit throbbed.
Michael continued to press inside until his whole shaft was inside her ass.
His breath tingled in her ear. "Are you okay?"
Grace could only nod. She could feel his cock throbbing in her ass like a beating heart. It fit so tight, she could feel every curve and contour.
He withdrew, only halfway, before thrusting back inside. With each stroke, he pulled out further and thrust forward faster. Grace felt hot shocks of pleasure and could not help pressing back against him.
Michael voice held amusement. "I knew you’d love this. You can’t fool me with that prim and proper routine." He stopped thrusting, and Grace wiggled back toward him.
"Tell me. Tell me what you want Grace." His voice was firm.
Grace’s body flushed all over, trembling with arousal. "Please Michael…"
"Please what?" He held himself still.
She tried to bring his cock further inside her ass. "I can’t say." Her body was trembling on the brink.
He pulled further out. "Yes, you can."
Her voice quivered. "No…please. Michael, I want . . . you."
"What do you want Grace?"
"I want you to fuck me." Her voice was low, breathless.
"Where Grace, where do you want to be fucked?"
"Michael, please!"
"Where?" His voice was a command.
"Michael, fuck my ass, please."
"How Grace? How do you want it?"
"Oh Michael, deep, please, fast—don’t stop!" Her voice signaled her surrender as she released her last doubt and gave her body over to mindless sensation.
He thrust his throbbing cock deep into her ass, faster, harder than before, until his balls brushed against her tight hole. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was within her. Grace quivered and moaned. She wondered how long he could hold out. She could feel him shaking with effort, and her pussy was twitching as a tremendous orgasm welled up inside her. He took her clit in one hand and squeezed and tugged rhythmically. With the other hand, he grasped her nipple, hard, and Grace went over the edge, shaking, crying while her pussy contracted wildly. Hot waves of pleasure spread through her abdomen up to her breasts. He bit her shoulder with his teeth, leaving a faint mark. His cock burned hot inside her as he thrust himself in to the hilt and filled her ass with hot semen.
He rested against her gasping, crushing her against the stone, his cock still inside her ass. "You’re everything I knew you would be." He nibbled her ear gently.
Grace blushed, still trembling. She felt bare. He’d exposed her innermost secrets. It was like he’d stolen her midnight dreams and brought them to life.
Michael pulled his cock out of her ass gently, and they rinsed under the hot shower jets. He turned the shower off and wrapped Grace in a soft fluffy towel. He rubbed it vigorously over her skin, pink from the heat from the shower and sensitized from their experience. He drew her close and gave her a tender kiss.
"Where should we go from here?" he queried as he stroked her hair.
Grace smiled a slow and secret smile. She had more dreams yet to explore.
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About the Author
Malia Mallory lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter. She's been working with words since alphabet blocks rolled into her crib, not only writing her own work but copy editing and proofreading the work of others. She has loved to read about relationships since she first sneaked off with her mother's Harlequin.
Malia Mallory is the best-selling author of The ABCs of Erotica series, which covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also released the Mia's Cop Craving series and Santa's Backdoor Baby. Malia’s books have made the bestselling erotica lists and her books are available in electronic format at major retailers.
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Excerpt from His Desire, Her Surrender
"Tabitha?"
She tilted her head, waiting.
"Take off your clothes." Dominance filled his voice. This was the Marcus she remembered. This was the Marcus her heart refused to release. Tabitha unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. Her back still toward him, she slid her skirt down over her hips, along with her panties. She stepped out, revealing stockings and garters instead of pantyhose. Her fingers reached for the garter.
"Leave them. I like the stockings. They look quite lovely on you. And your shoes. Don't they call those fuck me heels?" His teasing conveyed a hint of challenge.
Tabitha blushed and turned around as she unfastened her bra. He was right about the shoes. The black patent leather gleamed even under the fluorescent lights of the conference room. The heels, high and spiky, were just barely office appropriate. She dropped her bra on the carpet and raised her eyes to his, trapped by the compelling intensity of his stare.
"Undress me." His gaze invited her touch.
Tabitha smiled. "It would be my pleasure." All thoughts of self-preservation fled her mind. This was Marcus. He was here, right now. And she needed him.
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
Tabitha rephrased her response. "It would be my pleasure, Sir."
He gave an almost imperceptible signal of approval.
Tabitha advanced towa
rd Marcus, clad only in her shoes, stockings and garters. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin. She softened inside as she reached for him. Her fingers grasped the top button on his dress shirt and, one by one, she slowly unfastened them. She moved close, close enough to feel his radiating heat. Her fingertips trailed down one arm and undid his cufflink and then turned to the other, repeating her actions. With her fingertips, she brushed the fabric off his shoulders until the shirt drifted free of his body. She caught it, folded it neatly, and placed it on a chair.
Tabitha ached to wrap herself around him, but resisted. She reached for his belt. Her fingers shook as she unfastened the buckle, followed by the waistband of his pants. She lowered the zipper, brushing against his growing erection. She pushed his pants and underwear down only to realize his shoes were still on. Embarrassed, she met his eyes.
"Don't worry, we'll practice." He slid off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and briefs.
Tabitha picked up his slacks and folded them along the creases, smoothing the fabric with her hands. She tucked his briefs inside the pants and placed them by his shirt.
Marcus was naked. Gloriously naked. Tabitha swayed as the memory of their powerful encounters in Hawaii swept through her. She quivered and her nipples puckered. Her hand reached out toward him.
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The ABCs of Erotica — A is for Anal
Top 10 Amazon Free Erotica Bestseller
Grace is demure by day. But Michael knows what lies beneath her prim appearance and he can’t wait to get her out of those confining clothes. When Michael and Grace get together outside of work, fireworks ensue. In a steamy shower, Michael begins to expose Grace to the pleasures of anal play. Grace is more than willing to open that door.
The ABCs of Erotica — B is for Beach
Erica and Ben have been having hot sex for months…on the phone. They finally make the thrilling decision to meet in person. After a romantic dinner, they go for a stroll on the nearby beach. Kissing as the waves crash gently on the shore, the mood couldn’t be more perfect for some outdoor loving. Erica and Ben get down and dirty in the sand, which was always Erica’s fantasy. Will this in-person encounter be as electrifying as their phone sex? Perhaps even better!
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