Month July 2016

Something Special: The Three Graces Book Six

414oO+2E5JL._SX311_BO1,204,203,200_I’m quiet when I slip inside the house, pull off my boots and socks and head down the hall toward the back of the house.  Through the open door of the master suite, I hear: “How hard do you want it, Grace?”

“Hard, Sir.  Please.  I want to come on your cock.”

Trust Nico to give her exactly what she wants.  Hearing them go to it makes my blood rush south.

God.  Damn.  My erection tents the front of my jeans, demanding release as I listen to the slap of flesh on flesh.  I can only imagine how he’s taking her.  I open my zipper, pull out my dick, and fist it, getting myself ready to join them.

Grace moans.  Nico swears.  “Jesus, sweetheart.  Your pussy’s so wet.  So fucking tight.  I want to pound it, but I don’t want to make you sore.”

She begs him to do it anyway.  “Please, Nico.” (more…)

Hurricane Season

5139HqPvAnLHeather and Carla sat in wicker chairs, facing me. Martín remained behind me, pulling off my clothes, one piece at a time. I was nervous, but I arched my back a little as Martín’s warm hands grazed my nipples then cupped my breasts. When all my clothes were on the floor, Martín placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him.

No puedo esperar,” he said, as he unbuttoned his pants.

“Martín,” Carla said, “You really can’t wait? You’re just being greedy.”

I hadn’t realized that Martín hadn’t spoken out loud at all up to that point. Now it dawned on me that he didn’t speak English. “Está bien,” I said, as I helped him remove his pants.

He placed his hands on my head and gently pushed me to my knees. I took a moment to examine the long, rather thick cock in front of me. His balls were shaved, and a drop of pre-cum had pooled in his slit. I placed my hands on his ass and drew him closer. I licked the pre-cum from the head and realized that it had been almost a year since I had a cock in my mouth. The realization sent a shudder through my body, and I slammed his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. He moaned out loud.  (more…)

Something More (The Three Graces Book 3)

51V6XtQqZCL._SX260_It’s two hours before I normally pick up Hannah. Two and a half hours before I start getting charged by the minute. Rules are rules, and there are penalties to be paid. As I drive to the motel, I think of all that’s gone on, of what each of us owes the others, and wonder how it’s going to play out. My question is answered when Cord opens the door. The warmth of the room hits me first, then the sight of both men, shirtless and barefoot, dressed in their Dom leather pants.

Cam stands beside the turned-down, king sized bed, dangling handcuffs and holding a deerskin flogger.

“Clothes off,” Cord tells me. “Then kneel.” (more…)

Something Different (The Three Graces Book 2)

515qqIvcjRLI pick up my guitar. Stringing chords that shouldn’t go together, I find what makes them work. It’s like nothing I’ve ever written, nothing I’ve ever heard. When Nico adds his flute, Jackson’s and Jacob’s jaws drop.

Magic. Pure, simple, elemental, it evokes memories of a young white girl, taken against her will. Finding a way to survive, to accept, then embrace the harsh facts of her new life, only to be torn from it, forced to return to a world where she’s no longer welcome, and all she wants, for the rest of her life, is to go back.

“Damn, little sister.” Nico turns off his digital recorder. Thank fuck at least one of us got it. I truly don’t know if I could do it again. I might be able to come close, but to re-create it exactly would be like writing a short story, setting it aside, and writing it again, verbatim.

“Anna. That was…wow.” Jacob is pretty much speechless. Jackson rubs his chest, making the barbells through his nipples glint under the lights. When I get up and go to the kitchen for a chilled bottle of water, he follows me.

There’s six feet three inches of male heat on my back when I grab one of the reusable glass bottles and close the refrigerator door. He bends down to murmur in my right ear; his nose nudges the row of hoops that rim it as his breath dances over my skin. “I don’t know where you went,” he says, “but I sure as hell hope you go there again–and take us the fuck with you next time.” (more…)

Something Else (The Three Graces Book 1)

51+U0eN4dNL._SX390_BO1,204,203,200_J.T. notices my submissive traits: keeping my eyes down, letting the two men lead the conversation, listening more than talking. And I notice his dominant traits: paying attention to my needs, making certain Cherry finally brings the glass of water I ordered when we first got there, asking if my burger is cooked the way I like it, complimenting my hair and flowing New Age dress, asking me the standard getting-to-know-you questions.

I tell him where I was born, where I went to school, where I work, where we live.

“You need to come out,” I tell him. Please please please. “It’s too cold for swimming, but on warm days, the fish still jump. Or we could kayak.” We have two, but a neighbor has several that he rents to campers, fishermen, and the occasional waterfowl hunter looking for a better way to retrieve downed birds.

Nico seconds the notion. “Sure,” he says, lifting his beer in a toast. “Bring your stuff. Spend the weekend. I’ll give you my room, or there’s a couch.” His choice of words reminds J.T. that, so far, we are friends and nothing more. Hopefully that’s about to change.

The warmth in Nico’s eyes makes me wonder if he’d rather share his room–his bed–with J.T. alone. It would let the two men bond before adding me to the mix. Trouble is, I can’t get a handle on J.T. What’s he up for? (more…)

Wicked Hot

51OXOZ0DOyL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Kevin mounted Amy from the top. As he slid his cock in and out of her, he asked the question that always made her blush and avoid answering. “What do you fantasize about?”

She gave her standard answer: “A massage on the beach in Tahiti. You know, in one of those little huts over the water?” She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts.

“No. Really. I want you to tell me. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

“I don’t—”

“Yes, you do,” he said. “I can smell your pussy on your fingers when you do.”

“What? You never said anything about that!” She smacked his shoulder, grateful for the darkness hiding her red cheeks.

“I don’t mention it. I enjoy knowing you’ve been enjoying yourself.” (more…)

Come with a Friend

51mB0saI3zL._SX373_BO1,204,203,200_Jason sat on his bed writing in his book, a five-by-five ruled graph composition tablet, with his 0.7 mm lead Bic Atlantis mechanical pencil. He could smell the meatloaf his aunt was cooking downstairs. She sang some crazy disco shit while she worked, which made him roll his eyes. Her meatloaf was awesome. Her singing voice? Not so much.

She was his mother’s older sister, a widow, and she took him in when his parents died. She was nice enough and a good cook and all, but she didn’t understand him. Not like his mother had. He was eighteen, old enough to be on his own, but Aunt Shirley made it very clear that he was to stay with her until graduation at least. With nowhere else to go, he didn’t argue with her. As long as she made meatloaf once a week, he thought he might stay for the rest of his life. If he kept having days like the ones he’d been having lately, that might not be all that long anyway.

His book was more a journal than just a notebook, but journals were for girls, he thought. He flipped through the pages of his writings and drawings, wishing he had something to say. He wrote a lot, but said little, usually making lists instead. The last one in the book was from his eighth period study hall—20 Famous Serial Killers.

He put his book back in his backpack and looked at the clock. He had about forty-five minutes before dinner would be ready. Just enough time to rub one out. He stood up and locked his bedroom door before going to his window. The neighborhood was quiet, not like Mulberry Street, where he had friends, and families lived in most of the houses, not senior citizens like this one. He sighed, remembering Timmy, his neighbor and best friend, and Simone, the girl across the street. She was a tomboy, and was every bit as tough as Jason and Timmy thought they were. And Kevin. He was a pain in the ass and a bit of a bully, but in those days, they were all friends. Jason pulled the shade and returned to his bed. (more…)

A Bride For The Highlanders: A Historical, Time Travel MMF Erotic Romance

51ZYLWkKzDL._SX336_BO1,204,203,200_Ewan’s mouth brushed against the shell of my ear as Magnus moved towards me. His lips caught mine gently before his tongue slipped sensually into my mouth, tangling sweetly with my own. I could taste myself on his lips and it made me ripe with desire. I could feel my sex clench and grow slick as I thought of all that I could experience between the arms of these two Highlanders.

Magnus pulled away with a sexy grin as Ewan shifted behind me, cradling his hard cock in the cleft of my bottom. He was thick and long and slightly frightening. He couldn’t be that big? Was it possible?

“Spread your wee body wide, lass. Show yourself to me,” Magnus demanded, and I blushed but obeyed his command. It was the first time that I’d ever been so sexual in my life and I wasn’t sure whether to be proud of myself or curl into a ball and die.

“Gods, Ewan, she has the prettiest wee pussy I have ever seen.”

Ewan laughed behind me. “Would that I had the same vantage point, but soon enough,” he promised, punctuating his words with gentle, suckling kisses along my shoulder.

With a smirk, Magnus dropped his head and nuzzled my sensitized sex before his tongue split between my lips, licking along the seam of my sex. (more…)

Illusory Moon (A Passion Moon Romance): (A Bear Shifter, Witch Romance)

510iHa9z1SL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Spirits of wind, slip into the lock and open the way for me,” I chanted. My totem, a tattoo between my breasts of a whirling tornado bound in red ribbon, tingled as the magic raced out of me. My will focused by the totem.

I loved being an air witch.

The cloudy air spirits answered my call. Spirits were all around us. As a witch, I had long learned to ignore the sight of them when I wasn’t casting spells. But now that I unleashed my magic, I focused on them. The air spirits zoomed towards me, creating small breezes in their wake as they rushed towards the padlock on the metal security shutter. The barrier between us and the jewelry. The spirits slipped into the lock.

That’s it, babies,” I grinned as they flowed into the tiny keyhole. A heartbeat later, the lock clicked. Adrenaline surged through me, my body buzzing with excitement. I loved being a thief. It was such a fun game.

Awesome, Penny.” Lexie said, beaming at me while wearing the face of Jennifer Aniston. I could only see the highlights of her face and lips from the poor light of a nearby streetlamp. (more…)

Black Friday/Cyber Monday

51OJyUltbtL._SX358_BO1,204,203,200_Lisa smiled when she saw that the bulge in his pants hadn’t been false advertising. His cock was the longest she’d ever seen, and its thickness was intimidating. It was too heavy to stand erect, even when completely hard. She pulled his boxers down to allow access to his balls. His testicles were large, and they hung low on his thighs.

You have some big balls, don’t you?” she said, taking them into her hand and guiding them to her tongue. She licked them slowly, tasting the salt from his sweat. The aroma of his pre-cum momentarily overpowered the candle scents. She licked the drop of pre-cum from his slit and spread it around her tongue. “If they made a sex-scented candle, it would smell like your cock.”

Ready to explode on her face, Rocco said, “Shut up. Put it in your mouth and suck it.”

She paused one more time, looking up at him from her knees and smiling as she moved her mouth onto the tip of his cock. Rocco pointed his old Flip camera down at the girl on her knees before him, grateful that the lighting in the room was pretty good for a supply closet. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth the first time, he couldn’t stifle his moan.

Lisa moved her tongue up and down his shaft as her head moved back and forth. She tasted his salty, slippery pre-cum all along her tongue. She wondered what his real cum would taste like. He put a hand on her head and laced his fingers through her hair, pulling it. She smiled up at him around his cock. Rocco knew that would be as good for the camera as it was for him. (more…)

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