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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Bondage on a Budget by Alison Tyler and Dante Davidson
Description
Bondage on a Budget is a hot short story collection featuring couples who use regular odds and ends from around the house as sexy toys. From ice cubes to wallet chains, vanity sets to quarters, these 69 sizzling tales are sure to spice up your love life!
"A very playful and sensual read...a great sexy romp." -- Playtime Magazine
69 delightful vignettes... -- Gary Meyer, Clean Sheets
A clever collection of 69 erotic short stories. -- Carolyn Vakesh, The SandMUtopian Guardian #31
After these sultry chapters, you'll never look at a quarter the same way again! -- Playgirl Magazine
Here is a book that will kick down roadblocks and start you off right. Destined to be a classic. -- Heather L. Seggel, EIDOS, V10, Issue #38
Excerpt:
After admiring my cock in the mirror, and admonishing myself not to get too infatuated with the look of it, I slid into the outfit. First, I put on a tight white tank bra that pressed my small breasts flat to my chest. I pulled the top over my head and then tried on the pants. I’m a slim 5’8”, but I’d had the pants altered, and they fit perfectly, showing off the newfound bulge in front and my fine, round ass in the back. As I dressed, I imagined Alex’s hands unbuttoning the fly, his trembling fingers revealing the molded cock concealed beneath. One that was destined to introduce his virgin ass to the as yet unexperienced pleasures of life as a submissive.
I completed my outfit with a pair of beat-up black Doc Martens. Then I slicked my short blonde hair away from my face and gave myself a final once-over. It was my intention to look the part of a boy, yet retain my feminine side, and I felt as if I’d done a perfect job. Still, I took my time with my finishing touches, sure that Alex was squirming in our room, growing harder ever second. He’s unused to being out of control, tends to take charge in our relationship—at least, in the bedroom portion of it. I wondered what he was thinking about, whether his heart was beating extra fast from that sexy combination of anticipation and fear.
With more swagger to my stride than normal, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom. Alex likes to tease me, says that I always walk as if I’m going somewhere, even when we’re out for a leisurely stroll. Now, I definitely had a purpose. Each step brought me further into my character. Long ago, Alex had confessed to being attracted to one of the cooks who had worked on a boat with him. He claimed the boy had looked like me, was of a slighter build than the rest of the burly sailors, with fairly feminine features and a “divine ass.” So, now I was Jake Miller, heading into our room to turn a forbidden fantasy into a reality.
I opened the door slowly, seeing that Alex had dimmed the lights and lit the two ivory candles on our dresser. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of gray cotton boxers, his eyes lowered, his body shaking slightly. I’d never seen him nervous before, never imagined he could appear vulnerable. Now that he was, I had a momentary lapse back into myself, wanting to go on my hands and knees in front of him, take his face in my hands, croon soothing words. But I’d fail him if I did.
Instead, I approached solidly, grabbed his chin in my hand and forced him to meet my eyes. He didn’t want to. He raised his face but kept his eyes lowered, staring at my feet.
“Look at me,” I said, my voice low and as gruffly masculine as possible. He shivered again, but this time he obeyed. “I’ve seen you watching me,” I told him, “seen the way you stare when I walk by. You think about me at night, alone in your bunk, your hand on your cock.”
Alex swallowed hard and nodded. My confidence grew inside of me. I could feel a heat spreading through my chest.
“You work yourself and imagine that I’m fucking you.”
Again, he nodded, his eyes wide. Taking a step closer, I pressed the bulge of my hidden rod directly in front of his mouth.
“You want to taste my cock, don’t you?” I asked, my tone still low, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yeah.”
Photo By Riendo
Bondage on a Budget is a hot short story collection featuring couples who use regular odds and ends from around the house as sexy toys. From ice cubes to wallet chains, vanity sets to quarters, these 69 sizzling tales are sure to spice up your love life!
"A very playful and sensual read...a great sexy romp." -- Playtime Magazine
69 delightful vignettes... -- Gary Meyer, Clean Sheets
A clever collection of 69 erotic short stories. -- Carolyn Vakesh, The SandMUtopian Guardian #31
After these sultry chapters, you'll never look at a quarter the same way again! -- Playgirl Magazine
Here is a book that will kick down roadblocks and start you off right. Destined to be a classic. -- Heather L. Seggel, EIDOS, V10, Issue #38
Excerpt:
After admiring my cock in the mirror, and admonishing myself not to get too infatuated with the look of it, I slid into the outfit. First, I put on a tight white tank bra that pressed my small breasts flat to my chest. I pulled the top over my head and then tried on the pants. I’m a slim 5’8”, but I’d had the pants altered, and they fit perfectly, showing off the newfound bulge in front and my fine, round ass in the back. As I dressed, I imagined Alex’s hands unbuttoning the fly, his trembling fingers revealing the molded cock concealed beneath. One that was destined to introduce his virgin ass to the as yet unexperienced pleasures of life as a submissive.
I completed my outfit with a pair of beat-up black Doc Martens. Then I slicked my short blonde hair away from my face and gave myself a final once-over. It was my intention to look the part of a boy, yet retain my feminine side, and I felt as if I’d done a perfect job. Still, I took my time with my finishing touches, sure that Alex was squirming in our room, growing harder ever second. He’s unused to being out of control, tends to take charge in our relationship—at least, in the bedroom portion of it. I wondered what he was thinking about, whether his heart was beating extra fast from that sexy combination of anticipation and fear.
With more swagger to my stride than normal, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom. Alex likes to tease me, says that I always walk as if I’m going somewhere, even when we’re out for a leisurely stroll. Now, I definitely had a purpose. Each step brought me further into my character. Long ago, Alex had confessed to being attracted to one of the cooks who had worked on a boat with him. He claimed the boy had looked like me, was of a slighter build than the rest of the burly sailors, with fairly feminine features and a “divine ass.” So, now I was Jake Miller, heading into our room to turn a forbidden fantasy into a reality.
I opened the door slowly, seeing that Alex had dimmed the lights and lit the two ivory candles on our dresser. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of gray cotton boxers, his eyes lowered, his body shaking slightly. I’d never seen him nervous before, never imagined he could appear vulnerable. Now that he was, I had a momentary lapse back into myself, wanting to go on my hands and knees in front of him, take his face in my hands, croon soothing words. But I’d fail him if I did.
Instead, I approached solidly, grabbed his chin in my hand and forced him to meet my eyes. He didn’t want to. He raised his face but kept his eyes lowered, staring at my feet.
“Look at me,” I said, my voice low and as gruffly masculine as possible. He shivered again, but this time he obeyed. “I’ve seen you watching me,” I told him, “seen the way you stare when I walk by. You think about me at night, alone in your bunk, your hand on your cock.”
Alex swallowed hard and nodded. My confidence grew inside of me. I could feel a heat spreading through my chest.
“You work yourself and imagine that I’m fucking you.”
Again, he nodded, his eyes wide. Taking a step closer, I pressed the bulge of my hidden rod directly in front of his mouth.
“You want to taste my cock, don’t you?” I asked, my tone still low, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yeah.”
Monday, November 1, 2010
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