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The Show


An Erotic Story


By Kiki Wellington


Copyright © 2014 by Kiki Wellington. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission from the author.


The Show is a 5,700 word work of fiction by Kiki Wellington. All names, characters, and events are products of her libidinous imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


From the Author:

ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. The Show contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.
























EXCERPT:


He slid his fingers up and down, making an imaginary trail that matched the pattern of the bulging veins. The trip from top to bottom seemed to take an eternity—partially because he was clearly prolonging his touch, and partially because his fingers really did have a long, long way to go up and down that endless shaft. Maggie told me that Mark was big, but lots of women say their men are big. Lots of men say they're big—only to disappoint you once their boxers hit the floor and you think, is that all of it? But there was no penis marketing puffery going on here. Mark was every bit the monster that was advertised.


































But First, a Word....


Thank you for taking the time to read this ebook. I adore writing erotic stories, and if you enjoy reading this even half as much as I did writing it, I'll be one happy horndog. May you get off and get a smile on your face...and other places!


With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,


Kiki Wellington

www.sexwithkiki.com































My palms were sweaty. My heart pounded. My pussy quivered. It was my first time, but she was an old pro. She told me about this for months, but I never thought I'd actually take that plunge and see it for myself. Now that I was here, a combination of fear, morbid curiosity, and lust had swallowed me whole...and taken over my hole.


They all knew her, so when the horny ladies that gathered around him saw her push through the crowd, they all parted like the Red Sea to accommodate his queen bee. That's just the way it was: Coupling had its privileges. They knew that if they pissed her off, they would piss him off too—and if that happens, curtain closes, show's over.


And no one wanted that...especially not me.


"Are you excited, Donna?" Maggie asked me as we continued the long pilgrimage to the front of the room.


"I am," I said with a giggle. God only knows my panties were a puddle of sweat and sex...and I hadn't even seen it yet.


"Good! I think you'll love it as much as I do."


He sat at the edge of the bed. Naked. Hard. Throbbing. Ready. He always waited for Maggie to take her place at the front of the crowd. She was the biggest cheerleader for the biggest cock. She also controlled the show: You didn't get to participate without her say so. With a wave of her hand, she decided what you got and what you didn't, like a sexual Santa Claus doling out gifts in late December.


But that came later.


The drum in my chest thumped even louder when we finally got to our destination. When I saw the look of recognition in his eyes, I knew it was about to begin. She smiled at him with pride, and looked in marvel at all the vultures who stood around us, dying for a piece of him. And as soon as I saw it, I wanted a piece of him too. She nodded. He began.


He slid his fingers up and down, making an imaginary trail that matched the pattern of the bulging veins. The trip from top to bottom seemed to take an eternity—partially because he was clearly prolonging his touch, and partially because his fingers really did have a long, long way to go up and down that endless shaft. Maggie told me that Mark was big, but lots of women say their men are big. Lots of men say they're big—only to disappoint you once their boxers hit the floor and you think, is that all of it? But there was no penis marketing puffery going on here. Mark was every bit the monster that was advertised. I wanted to know more, but I didn't want to push my luck. I was pleasantly surprised that Maggie had no problem initiating the conversation, making it clear she owned what everybody in the room wanted.


"Do you want to guess how big it is?" she asked, beaming with pride.


"I have no idea...ten?"


"No," she said slyly. The look in her eyes said she was clearly reminiscing about all the good times she'd spent with it. "More like thirteen."


"Wow! That's really impressive. The biggest one I've had didn't even come close to that."


"Yup...Mark is really one of a kind."


"Was he your first?"


"Oh, no. And obviously wasn't the last. But he certainly is the biggest."


Since I only ever hear her talking about Mark, it's easy to forget that Maggie is actually married to another man. I wondered if he knew where she was, if he knew his wife is still sleeping with Mark, bragging about his prowess to a roomful of strange women. But I didn't want to ponder the magnitude of her betrayal...it was the magnitude of Mark's member that we were there for.


"I can definitely see how he would be the biggest," I said slowly as I continued to stare between his legs as he massaged his balls with one hand, and gripped a portion of his enormous hard on with the other. And what was going on above his cock was pretty impressive too: He had big, bulging muscles and a perfectly chiseled six pack. He was definitely a specimen; there was no doubt about it.


"I'm sorry; I'm distracting you. You should be watching the show."


"That's okay. I like hearing about it...especially now that I've finally seen it for myself. I always thought you were exaggerating."


"I know! Most people don't believe me when I tell them. Mark has a lot of shitty things going on in his head and his heart a lot of the time, but what goes on between his legs has always been perfect."


"So, you met him in college?"


"Yeah. I don't know if I'd go as far as to say we were sweethearts, but we've always had a really intense relationship."


"So why didn't you get married? I mean...to each other."


"Who knows? Sometimes I wonder that myself. But mostly I think things are just fine the way they are now. Even though we're married to other people, we still see quite a bit of each other."


"Well, there certainly is a lot to see of him!"


Mark continued to run his hands up and down his shaft. He certainly had staying power. I felt like I was going to explode from just watching him jerking off, so I couldn't believe he hadn't come yet. It could've been the crowd—Maggie said he loves nothing more than an audience; the idea of a lot of women wanting him has apparently always been a turn on. That was probably their problem. She said he never could manage to stay faithful to her...or anyone else. I guess when you have a thirteen-inch cock, you want to share every inch of that love with as many pussies as possible.


Maggie got even more animated, practically jumping up and down and shaking my arm, pulling me out of the trance I was in. "Oh, this is the best part. You can't miss this," she said excitedly.


Just when I thought the show couldn't get any better, Mark spread his legs as wide as they would go. He bent down and rested his lips on the tip of his cock.


"He can—"


"He sure can!" said Maggie.


Mark started licking his purple mushroom, looking pleased with himself while enjoying his sexual lollipop. Then he took the tip into his mouth and began to suck.


"How?"


"He never told me how he learned to do it. Maybe he does a lot of yoga."


Mark bobbed his head up and down along his shaft so intently that even from several feet away, you could hear the sucking and smacking sounds inside of his mouth. Once in a while, he would stop for a moment, come up for air, and look around the room at his admiring followers. And there was no doubt about it: The women were impressed. Some of them looked shocked, some weirded out, and some of them, like me, were completely mesmerized by his performance. But, no matter what the women were thinking, all eyes were on Mark. And that's the way Maggie wanted it.


"Wow...if that's the case, I need to find myself a yoga instructor like yesterday."


Although you could have heard a pin drop in the room, no one would have been listening to it because of all the undivided focus we put on him. I thought the crowd would be rowdy, like bachelorettes getting entertained by male strippers on their last night of freedom, but no one said a word. No one wanted to miss a thing. I know I certainly didn't.


Mark continued taking his throbbing member in and out of his mouth, occasionally flexing his muscles or moving his head up enough to flash us his amazingly toned abs. I didn't know yoga practice created washboards like that, but I definitely wanted to find a slip and slide of my own. Namaste indeed. But I had a feeling that even if I did manage to acquire a sculpted, autofellating god of my own, I wouldn't get someone with Mark's stamina.


"He sure can go on forever, can't he?" I whispered in Maggie's ear as she watched her man with pride, as if it was the first time she'd seen the show.


"Yes, he can!"


"Does he do this kind of stuff for you in bed?"


"Sometimes...the wife is pretty vanilla, so he needs an outlet for his freak."


I started to wonder about Mark's wife. Was she at home alone, waiting for her husband while he was out entertaining horny women for money? Did she know about this at all? Or about Maggie? And how could you be married to a man with a body like that and not want to take it for a wild ride whenever you had the chance? This whole situation just seemed crazy to me. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was even there, watching this insanely fit guy with an insanely large cock giving himself a blow job for an audience.


I glanced around the room, and all of the women looked like they were hypnotized by watching Mark...like he was some kind of sexual guru indoctrinating his flock.


I couldn't deny it; I was a convert myself. By this point in the show, Mark had flipped over, practically curling himself up into a ball, and was thrusting his hips back and forth to fuck his own mouth. It was almost impossible to take your eyes off him. Watching his huge member being pushed in and out of his mouth like he was some kind of erotic sword swallower was definitely a sight to see. And I was still amazed that it had gone on for so long and he didn't even look close to coming. I wondered how he would do it. Would he just ejaculate in his mouth and announce to everyone that he was done? Would he make a big show of it, spreading his seed into the audience?


It was a silly question. Of course a man who was willing to suck his own cock in front of a roomful of women was going to ham it up. He turned his body over again, exposing his wet hard on resting against his abs. Then he motioned for Maggie to come toward him, and she quickly obliged. She knelt down a few inches in front of him as he furiously tugged on his member. Maggie opened her mouth and within a few more long strokes, Mark was shooting come onto her extended tongue. I have to say I was pretty impressed by his aim, because when she came back into the crowd, she didn't have a drop on her face.


"Bet you didn't expect anything like that," she said, licking her lips and looking around as the women clapped and watched her in awe.


"No, I didn't! It was definitely a great way to end the show."


"Oh, the show's not over," Maggie said with a huge grin. "We're going into intermission now, so Mark can have some time to get worked up again. That whole refractory period thing...you know what I mean."


All the women seemed to know the drill, and filed out of the room one by one, heading to the bathroom or the bar or the dance floor. Maggie and I stepped outside of the club for some fresh air. After seeing Mark's performance while crunched up with a herd of women in a hot, sweaty room, I definitely needed to cool off.


We huddled up in the parking lot, far away from the other women. Part of me didn't even know what to say to her after what I'd seen. I knew they were freaks and made regular trips to the sex club, but I never expected a spectacle like that. Not to say I didn't enjoy it....


"I wanted to thank you for bringing me, Maggie," I said.


"You're welcome. I thought it might cheer you up with everything going on."


"It did! At least for the time being."


"Don't worry; you'll find another job."


"Not if I can't get my car fixed first so I can go to interviews."


"Well, you know if you ever need a ride and I'm available, I'll be happy to chauffeur you around."


That was the thing about Maggie. She had a sweet heart. I often thought when it came to Mark, she had absolutely lost control of her senses, but I couldn't deny that her heart was usually in the right place. Something about that man always made her insane. Then again, if I had been messing around with a man who had a chest that chiseled and a dick that big, the sex might drive me wild too. I felt crazy for just being there. But I still wanted to know what was going to happen next.


"So, the next part of the show is more of the same?" I asked, wondering how Mark could ever possibly top what he had done.


"Oh, no," Maggie laughed. "Most women think the next part of the show is the best part of the show."


"Really? It gets better than this?"


"Yeah! In fact, the ladies have to buy another ticket to get in. They're going to plop down another hundred bucks to see it—on top of the hundred they already paid—that's how good it is."


I'd forgotten about that. The tickets. Maggie said she would take care of it, and I fully intended to pay her back when I could, but I had no idea it was anywhere near that kind of expensive since she never actually mentioned the price. Spending a couple hundred bucks for any type of show when I just got laid off and my car broke down probably wasn't the most responsible thing I could do.


"Maggie, about the tickets, I—"


She quickly put her finger over my mouth. "Don't. I told you it's taken care of and it is."


"But...two hundred dollars? I had no idea it would be that much. I can't let you pay for this. Maybe we should just go home."


"I said I'd take care of it; I didn't say I'd pay for the tickets. I get in for free. And when I bring a guest, she gets in for free too. That's just one of the benefits of being Mark's sex toy."


"I suppose after all the heartache he's put you through over the years, the least he can do is get you into a sex club for free."


Maggie shot me a look. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but since my shoulder had been dampened by so many tears thanks to him, I thought I had earned the right to an opinion about their relationship, affair, or whatever the fuck it is.


"This isn't the time for that, Donna. Anyhow, we'd better get back inside. The second part of the show is probably going to begin soon." Maggie grabbed my hand and started dragging me towards the back door of the club.


"So, what is the next part?"


"It's interactive. That's all I'm going to tell you."


Again, just like in the first act, we pushed our way through the crowd, and they were all happy to move when they realized it was Maggie coming through. She commanded a lot of power and respect among these women, probably because they had all gotten a glimpse of what she gets between the sheets.


We took our place in front of the room, and like before, Mark was sitting on the bed waiting to see her. Maggie was his muse, giving him inspiration for his sexually-charged performance art. Mark was even armed with a microphone in addition to his throbbing, veiny, hard on.


But he didn't speak, instead he waved his arm for Maggie to come up beside him. And he couldn't really have picked a better emcee for his show—if nothing else, Maggie was always his loyal evangelist. And she reveled in the extra attention. I guess when you are a regular at a sex club, you become a whore in more ways than one.


"Okay, ladies," she said as she stood next to her man. "I recognize a lot of faces out there so you know what's coming. But for those of you who are new to the show, like my good friend Donna, I'm going to tell you what happens next."


I wanted to cover my face when Maggie pointed in my direction, but it turned out everyone was so focused on Mark that they didn't even bother to look my way.


"So, this is the interactive part of the show. And by interactive I mean that one lucky lady will get to act out whatever sexual fantasy she wants with Mark. I'm going to pick someone out of the crowd that looks like she can handle this beautiful stallion. And—"


Mark pulled Maggie next to him and started whispering in her ear. Whatever she heard delighted her.


"Well, ladies, it looks like someone in the crowd has really gotten Mark's attention, so it won't be my choice after all."


There was an air of both hope and disappointment in the room. There was no telling who Mark had chosen, and everybody wanted it to be her. Everybody wanted the chance for a ride. The anticipation was palatable—it was like the entire room had been doused with pheromones.


Maggie put the microphone down and walked toward me. I wondered what was going on.


"Donna," she whispered in my ear. "Mark really wants to make love to you."


"What?" I didn't know what he wanted to do to me, but I was pretty sure love wouldn't be involved. As much as Mark got me wet between my thighs, I didn't think I was ready to go there.


"He chose you! Isn't it exciting?"


"No, it isn't exciting. Are you crazy?"


"You like what you see, don't you?"


"Of course I like what I see; that doesn't mean I'm ready to strip down in front of a pack of wild strangers and have sex with your boyfriend!"


Maggie looked disappointed, and she walked back over to Mark to deliver the news. But he wouldn't be denied. He spread his legs, and pierced his eyes in my direction, as if to say "are you really going to pass this up?" Then, he whispered something in Maggie's ear, and a big smile plastered her face. She skipped over in my direction, happy to be the negotiator for whatever kind of deal they had in mind.


"We're going to give you $10,000."


"Excuse me?"


"If you agree to do this, there's ten grand in it for you—not to mention a night of ecstasy."


"Why? I thought the whole point was that the women pay for him."


"He wants to do it. And Mark usually gets what he wants."


"How does he have that kind of money?"


"It's from past ticket sales. He never spends what he makes on this. He would do the whole show for free, but it was my idea to make the women pay for it—it helps build up the excitement because of the investment they're making."


"I don't know; I have to think about this."


Maggie walked back over to Mark and whispered in his ear. He stared at me, as if I was the only person in the room. He shot me a devilish grin, and grabbed his cock with both hands. I had to admit, I'd never been with a man who is so big that he needs two hands to masturbate. But that didn't mean I wanted to turn myself into a whore for it.


"Ladies, I'm afraid we're going to have to take five. Mark needs a little more fluff time, if you know what I mean," she giggled into the microphone.


They all laughed with her, and began filing out of the room. I was right behind them, thinking I could sneak out, hail a cab, and make a quick getaway before I did something to make a fool out of myself. But Maggie grabbed me before I had the chance.


"Let's go powder our noses," Maggie said as she pulled my arm and walked us toward the ladies' room. I was surprised to find every stall empty, almost as if she had planned it in advance.


"Look, Maggie, I don't want to put a wet blanket on the evening or anything, but I can't do this for money."


"Come on, don't think of it that way. Think about all the fun you're going to have with Mark. I've been talking to you about how good he is in bed for years. You can't tell me that you've never been curious. If you weren't curious, you wouldn't be here."


"Sure I've been curious, but still...prostitution? Exhibitionism? I don't know about all this."


"We're not talking about sucking a strange man's dick on a park bench at high noon."


After all those years, Maggie still couldn't resist bringing up that particular blind date.


"That was a long time ago, Maggie. I would think you'd have gotten some new material by now."


"The economy sucks right now. Who knows how long it'll take you to find another job. Wouldn't it be good to have some money in the bank? Or money to get your car repaired? Hell, you could buy another car with this."


"I don't know, Maggie. Let me think about it," I said, walking toward a stall. "I'll be out in five minutes."


I slammed the door shut and rested on the closed toilet seat. The bathroom seemed extraordinarily clean for a club—especially a sex club. The porcelain almost sparkled. I wondered who their cleaner was, and what kind of products she used to get the bathroom so immaculate. Thinking about sex club housekeeping was a nice distraction from the matter at hand. Was I really going to go through with this? Two things were clear: I needed the money, and Mark had definitely gotten my juices flowing downstairs. But, no matter how much I rationalized it, I wasn't sure it was the right thing to do.


For the next couple of minutes, I deliberated on the offer: This is a lot of money. I am horny as hell. And it's a lot of money. It's not the same thing as prostitution. It's not like any of these people in the club know me. It's not like I'll ever see them again. It's a one-time deal. I would be a fool to pass it up.


I sighed, staring up at the flickering light over my head. I had no idea what to do...it was going to have to be a game-time decision.


***


After staring at every inch of the bathroom stall for what felt like an eternity, I wandered over to the bar. I barely took my seat before the bartender asked me what I wanted, ignoring all the other ladies sitting there.


"What can I get you, sexy lady?"


"A vodka shot. And make it a double."


He handed me the drink at lightning speed. When I went to open my purse to pay him, he quickly put his hand on mine and shook his head.


"Your money is no good here, Donna."


"What?"


"Everything is on the house. Maggie insisted."


"Maggie insists a lot," I mumbled. I gulped down the shot and handed the glass back to him. "Well, in that case, I'll have another."


Just as I was about to pour more vodka down my throat, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my seat.


"Donna, everyone is waiting for you," Maggie whispered in my ear. "I hope you plan on coming back."


"Yeah...I just need a little...you know...liquid courage."


"Okay. But don't take too long. The natives are getting restless in there. Someone's going to just jump on top of Mark's cock if you don't come back. Not that he'd mind it."


"Give me a minute," I said, motioning to the bartender for a refill. I gulped it down. And then another. And then another. When I felt like I had sufficiently pickled my brain in booze, I walked back toward the room.


This time the women parted for me. I guess being Maggie's friend really does have its privileges. I quickly made my way to the bed and stood in front of Mark. I thought his body looked amazing from ten feet away, but up close and personal, it was ridiculous. I couldn't help but stare at every single section of his six pack. His muscles glistened with sweat, his bulky chest heaved up and down, and his arms bulged. I was ready to drop my panties right then and there—and that was even before I got a good look at his cock.


The effect of seeing it right in front of me made me crazy. I could hear some women hooting and hollering in the back, encouraging me to go for it. Between the crowd, the cock, the muscles, and the vodka shots, I was all worked up downstairs and ready to go.


Mark scanned my body, especially my tits, and gave me a smile of approval. Then he raised his arm and pushed his hand in my face. "I don't think I've formally made your acquaintance," he grinned. "I'm Mark."


I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that introduction under the circumstances. "I'm Donna."


"Maggie's told me a lot about you."


"Same here," I said, not able to keep a straight face at that point.


"I hope I live up to the hype."


"So far I have no complaints."


There was more screaming from the peanut gallery. This was the moment they'd been waiting for, and they didn't want to watch us having small talk. "We'd better get started before we have a hostile crowd on our hands," Mark said with a wink.


"Okay...I'm not sure what the procedure is here."


I looked down and watched Mark stroking his hard, thick, long cock. Every bulging vein seemed to beckon another drop of wetness out of my pussy walls. It was the perfect storm for passion: I was drunk as a skunk, horny as hell, and desperate for money.


Mark pulled me down on top of him, and rubbed my crotch against it. Even through jeans I felt like he was already inside of me, poking my pussy with his massive rod. I wasted no time moving my hips back and forth, grinding against it, feeling the cock massage my clit through my clothes.


"If it's this good now, what's it going to be like when he actually is inside of me?" I wondered.


Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my chest against his. The sweat soaked my blouse almost immediately. He started planting his lips against my cheek, then worked his way down to my neck. He was gentle—more gentle than I would have assumed—and I could see why Maggie has been so addicted to him for all these years. There is something intoxicating about him. I don't know if it's his soft lips, the way he smells, or the fact that he is packing serious heat between his legs, but whatever it is, in that moment I was definitely starting to fall under his spell.


He growled in my ear and started chomping on my neck, like a vampire looking for his next meal. It was disarming at first, considering how sweet he had been before, but his unbridled passion was even more of a turn on. He ripped open my blouse and as I watched the shining, silver buttons fall to the floor one by one by one, he wrapped his lips around my nipple and started to forcefully suck. Then bite. I felt my nipples get hard underneath his teeth, and he devoured both of them, giving them the same kind of treatment he had given my neck.


Now I was ready. I had gotten so wet I could smell myself as I moved back and forth with his rhythm. My nipples were sore, but I didn't care. I felt mini-explosions going off all around my body with every bite, with every suck, with every second. And his cock resting between my thighs, waiting to enter its ultimate destination, did nothing but intensify my desire.


He took my tit in his mouth one last time, and then stopped to look at the crowd. Again, they were mesmerized. No one said a thing. I looked behind me and they all seemed horny and envious. I didn't realize it would be such a turn on to be watched like that. But knowing that I was entertaining so many people, and knowing that they all paid extra money to be in my place—but I was getting paid instead—made me feel powerfully sexy. Mark had brought out a side of me that I didn't know existed, and it made me want him to take me in front of all those people even more.


"What do you want?" Mark hissed.


"This," I said, clutching his hard on. I felt like I was stroking the Holy Grail. I let my hand run up and down his throbbing shaft, a journey that felt like an eternity. I tingled inside, thinking about what kind of damage he was going to do to my pussy when he finally nailed me.


"Good!"


Mark wasted no time pushing me down on the bed, kneeling between my legs and unzipping my jeans. He frantically pulled them down my legs until he found that he couldn't slide them off over my shoes. The frustration made him work that much harder. He yanked my heels off and threw them in the corner. As I watched my stilettos hit the wall with a plunk, plunk, I felt what I had been waiting for the whole night. Mark stood over me, pried open my legs wide, and slammed his cock into my wetness. It filled up my walls immediately, and I moved my head to watch his muscles flex as he pounded my pussy. I was afraid he would hurt me, but he glided his rod in and out of me effortlessly, wiggling his hips and groaning with every hard, deep, thrust.


I reached out and rested my hands on his abs. They were rock hard from whatever exercise he does, yet slippery from his sweat. I ran my hand up and down them, feeling like I was touching the David. But, Michelangelo never dreamed of what Mark was packing downstairs. I wiggled my hips to meet his every thrust, feeling his thickness get deeper and deeper in my walls every time. My tits bounced up and down and my perky nipples felt like they would explode, even though they weren't being touched. I dug my fingernails into his washboard, letting him know I was enjoying his amazing performance.


Mark picked up the pace and I could no longer contain myself. My pussy twitched and tingled with every poke from his cock, and I shivered against the bed when I came. His staying power was consistent, and he kept pounding me and pounding me and pounding me until my pussy had its second coming. He tugged my legs and slid me down to the edge of the bed so my heels rested on his muscular shoulders. With more access to my hot cunt, I was convinced Mark would eventually split me in two. He continued to grind his crotch against mine, shoving his rod deep inside of me as his balls slapped my skin. Then he pulled out entirely and looked into my eyes and smiled. I felt a wave of disappointment go through me—much like the disappointment I imagined the other women felt when they didn't get picked. But then, before I knew what happened, he plowed into me one last time and I felt the quiver of his cock against my walls as he came.


He slowly backed away from me and turned around, looking at the ladies with triumph in his eyes. They clapped, and if they hadn't already been erect, I was certain they would've given him a standing ovation. Before I knew it, Maggie was standing next to the bed with the microphone, instructing the ladies to file out of the club.


The show was over and it had been the greatest show on earth.


And I was exhausted from it. I felt like I had been performing in some kind of sexual circus, and it wore me out. I started to collect myself, and my clothes, and as I did that, I noticed Maggie slip a check into my purse from the corner of my eye. Mark put on his clothes too, and when we were all dressed, we stood around as if nothing ever happened.


"Are you ready to go home, Donna?" Maggie asked me.


All I could do was nod; I was way too tired to speak. We walked out of the club, and every one of the stragglers still hanging around smiled at us or waved. I climbed into the back seat of Maggie's car, curled myself up into a ball, and closed my eyes. I was drifting away, but not so much that I couldn't hear the conversation going on in front of me.


"I'm glad you brought Donna tonight," Mark said in that tone you have when you're trying to whisper, but you're still loud enough to be heard. "She's a hot, hot girl."


"She is. And I think she had a really good time."


"Good. Her pussy is so perfect...so tight."


"Okay, okay, I get it!" Maggie laughed.


"But I don't understand the whole thing you did with the money. You've never done that before."


"I know," Maggie said. Now she was trying to keep her voice down too. "But Donna's so proud, I knew she wouldn't take the money any other way."








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Warning: Supernatural Seductions (13,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, a paranormal ménage à trois, anal sex in the shower, a thwarted paranormal investigation, and a brief art history lesson.



Supernatural Seductions II


When Traci visits her boyfriend’s family at their country house, she gets a lot more than rest and relaxation—thanks to the hungry touch of a horny ghost soldier who uses his paranormal desires to make her orgasm all weekend long. These encounters bring Traci and Bill’s sex life to a whole new level, and she soon discovers that sex with a ghost is an erotically delicious experience in its own right.


Warning: Supernatural Seductions II (6,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, a paranormal ménage à trois, a wet T-shirt incident, oral sex, anal sex, and an awkward walk in the woods.



Supernatural Seductions III


Olivia needs to get away—away from the job that she hates, from the stress, and from the fact that she hasn’t had sex since...she doesn’t even know. When a friend gives her the opportunity to spend a free weekend at a country bed and breakfast, with the promise of an out-of-town hook up, it seems like the perfect remedy for her discontent.


And the trip doesn’t disappoint: Throughout the weekend, Olivia becomes possessed by unexplained sexual cravings that bring her to the heights of pleasure. But who is she sharing all of these delicious desires with? What is the unseen force that is making her orgasm over and over and over again?


Warning: Supernatural Seductions III (5,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, vibrator play, anal sex, a naked sprinkler game, and splinters in unusual places.



Supernatural Seductions IV


Serena needs to understand why she’s been having erotic dreams about a long-lost ex—a fallen soldier who died years ago. After seeking guidance from a therapist, a friend, and even a psychic, she feels an overpowering need to look for answers at a country bed and breakfast. During her visit, Serena taps into her unresolved feelings and sexual desires, giving her the closure that she desperately needs.


Warning: Supernatural Seductions IV (6,000 words) contains an awkward attempt at anal sex, doggy style on a desk, penetration in a pool, and a healthy dose of psychic skepticism.



Paranormal Desires


What happens when a hot and horny ghost soldier unleashes his insatiable sexual desires at a country bed and breakfast?


A series of supernatural seductions that drive women wild.


This collection (30,000 words) contains Supernatural Seductions I through Supernatural Seductions IV.



Christmas Wood


Francis loves everything about Christmas in New York—the snow, the beautifully adorned trees, the cheery disposition that covers the city like a warm, cozy blanket. But it’s her annual holiday hook ups that she always looks forward to the most.


Just when Francis thinks that her ho, ho, hot holidays can’t get any better, she has an encounter with a mysterious stranger in a department store that takes her Christmas ritual to a whole new level.


Warning: Christmas Wood (7,000 words) contains hand action served up with apple pie, quickie sex in a sink, and an out-of-this-world morning after revelation.


Strangers With Candy


As a long-time hotel worker, Jennifer is no stranger to sexual encounters on the job. But when she hooks up with an executive at a confectioners’ conference during Halloween weekend, she finds that hotel lust is not just hot—it’s sweet.


Warning: Strangers With Candy (9,400 words) contains rooftop rendezvous, elevator exhibitionism and sweet, one-night delights.



Masquerade


Cynthia met her husband during a drunken Halloween hook up—and she's been in love with the holiday ever since. She's always found ways to spice up her marriage on October 31, but when masks are added to the sexual equation, her desires soar to a new level of chills and thrills.


Warning: Masquerade (12,200 words) contains frat party fumblings, self-served oral, shower nozzle nookie, and furry bathroom fantasies.



Horny Holidays (The Halloween Edition)


These ladies love October 31, and when they go out on the prowl for some horny holiday fun, their sexual tricks lead to hot, Halloween treats.


This collection (21,600 words) contains Strangers With Candy and Masquerade.




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