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I try to do everything i set my mind to.
Even if i'm not cut out for it.
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Late Bloomer
Late Bloomer
Late Bloomer, by Alison Tyler, originally appeared in Caught Looking. This sexy story features a character who eavesdrops and watches for most of the story and exposes herself only after the story actually ends.
Excerpt:
Without a thought to what might happen if I got caught, I moved away from the wall, slid silently out of my bedroom, and padded quietly down the hall. As I’d expected, the door to Joe’s room was open. Only a sliver, but enough.
I walked toward the open doorway as softly as I could, but I probably needn’t have bothered. They were busy, consumed by their own actions. They didn’t notice when I made my way right outside his bedroom door, positioning myself so that I could see Nina, ass upwards, and Joe, spanking her hard. The fact that the door was ajar wasn’t too surprising. Nina was always a proud exhibitionist. At parties, she made sure to be seen kissing the cutest guy center stage, letting him put his hand up her top or down her skirt, closing her eyes as she became the pure definition of ecstasy. She didn’t think being on display made her look like a slut—she thought it made her look wanted. In demand. Once, when we were on a double-date together at a drive-in, she actually made love in the back seat with her lucky man of the moment. I held my breath as I stared at the screen through the front window, not seeing the movie at all, captivated instead by the sultry noises coming from the back seat. First the wet sounds of Nina delivering a world-class blow job, slurping sounds punctuated by the moans of her man. Then the undeniable noises of her slipping on his lap and pumping her body until she reached her own personal Nirvana. My date stared straight forward, too, realizing from the start that he was going nowhere with me. Not that he would have wanted to. I was in head-to-toe black, hair in my face, as always. Nina was in a sunburst sundress, low in the back, low in the front. There was nothing Nina ever found too revealing.
Good, I thought as I watched Joe’s hand make sweet contact with her sublime ass. Spank her harder. Spank her for me.
By Alison Tyler
Photo Riendo
Thursday, June 24, 2010
After Hours
After Hours
"After Hours," by Dante Davidson, originally appeared in the collection Taboo. In her review, Greta Christina wrote:
"After Hours" by Dante Davidson...describes a medical scene between a doctor and a nurse, a gynecological exam with a sexual edge that gradually crosses the line from nasty, forbidden thoughts to nasty, forbidden deeds. Davidson does a remarkable job of conveying how the doctor feels, the line he walks between detached professionalism and intense arousal and invasion.... And Davidson doesn't just get you inside the doctor's head -- he gets you inside the nurse's as well, conveying not just the man's excitement but his awareness of the woman's as well."
Excerpt:
She didn’t know that I was watching her, which made the experience all the more powerful. She thought I was waiting, appropriately, outside in the hall for her to prepare herself. But with the door cracked slightly, I had the perfect view as she took off her bra and placed the underwire contraption with the rest of her clothes. With a gentle motion, she removed her pantyhose, then slid her silky white panties down her lean thighs and then dropped both of these items on top of the skirt and blouse. She stared at the pile of clothing, hesitated a moment, then tucked the panties and bra between the skirt and blouse.
How quaint, I thought to myself. She doesn’t want me to see her panties. Or maybe she doesn’t want me to see what most likely was a very wet spot at the center of them.
By Dante Davidson
Photo: Riendo
James Dean, $1000 Bucks, and a Long Summer Night
James Dean, $1000 Bucks, and a Long Summer Night
This three-way story originally appeared in the collection Taboo. This is an excerpt of the review by Greta Christina:
"James Dean, One Thousand Bucks, and a Long Summer Night" by Emilie Paris starts out as a fairly standard (albeit unusually well-rendered) fantasy about a couple picking up a street hustler for a voyeuristic three-way. But as the story unfolds, the wife changes her mind about what she wants -- and takes charge of the scene, directing it into an area she and her husband hadn't anticipated or even agreed on.
The moment when the wife takes control and shifts the fantasy from the standard "man watching his wife fuck another man" to the rather less commonly-seen "newly dominant wife watching her straight husband get fucked by another man" is a moment that's both unnerving and fiercely exciting.
The story gets across the essence of what makes taboos hot -- not simply breaking society's rules and boundaries, but breaking your own, with the excitement of genuinely unfamiliar territory that might actually change your life while it's getting you off.
Excerpt:
For the first time of the evening, I got the gratification that I was onto something, because Arthur said, “But, you know, Charlie. Not without a condom—”
I could have laughed. Was that all he was worried about? The solution was inches away. I reached for the box of condoms in the top drawer of my nightstand and I handed one over to Dean. He put it on like a pro, of course. Then I motioned for Arthur, and my hired hand and I watched my husband undress, slowly, half-scared, kicking out of his shoes and slacks and casual shirt, then standing, unsure, at the foot of the bed.
“You know men, don’t you?” I asked the boy.
“Yeah—”
“So help him out.”
Dean reached for my husband and spread him on the mattress, and he started to rub Arthur’s shoulders and his back, making my man sigh and moan. And then he motioned for me to hand over the lube, and I did, getting closer, close enough to watch this paid-by-the-night prostitute grease up my husband’s asshole with a healthy supply of lube.
“Charlie—” Arthur moaned, and I knew what he was going to say somehow.
“No fucking way,” I told him. “I’m not leaving.” That was the deal. Arthur had bought me a present, and his only stipulation was that he got to watch. Well, the same fucking rules applied for me, as well. But Arthur didn’t want to play by those rules anymore.
By: by Emilie Paris
Photo: Riendo
Thursday, June 17, 2010
A Lesson In Seduction
"A Lesson In Seduction" appeared in the collection "Exposed." Set at the infamous Rainbow on Sunset Boulevard, in this rock and roll fantasy, Nick challenges Samantha to find her voice—to tell him in explicit detail exactly what she wants him to do to her. The perfect tale for any closet exhibitionist. (Or out-of-the-close exhibitionist!)
Excerpt:
This scenario tonight was classic Hollywood, with Nick’s roaming fingers running up and down my arm, and his hot breath against my neck as he continued to tell me how I was the one who was going to seduce him. His hand slid over my breasts and he squeezed each one gently, instantly making my nipples hard through the filmy material of my halter. This evening, I wore a skimpy petal pink top with my faded 501s, and I’d dusted blush between my breasts to deepen the valley and draw Nick’s attention there. My trick had worked. Nick palmed both of my breasts, and I moaned out loud, loving how firmly he touched me. The sound surprised me, and I sat up straight, but I knew that nobody was concerned about the fact that we were canoodling in the booth. Waitresses have seen worse at the Rainbow.
Much, much worse.
I must say here that this scenario wasn’t my style at all. Yes, I may have an extremely dirty mind. In fact, I might have already fucked Nick twelve-thousand times before, all in my head, with my legs spread, fingers, dildo, or shower massager playing over my clit. But I hadn’t told him that, and I didn’t think I could. He had other ideas on the subject entirely. He seemed to believe that I was some sort of she-cat, able to stalk her prey...with words if not actions.
“You tell me,” he said.
By Alison Tyler
Photo: Riendo
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Not A Voyeur
"Not a Voyeur" originally appeared in the collection "Hide & Seek." Caitlyn insists to her husband Courtney that she is not a voyeur. But when the couple spies a duo fucking across the street, their own secret fetishes become exposed.
Excerpt:
“I’m not a voyeur,” I told my husband Courtney.
“I never said you were,” Courtney murmured from behind the Sports section of the newspaper.
“Really,” I insisted. “I’m not.”
“Why do you keep saying that, Caitlyn?” he asked, sounding part bemused, part annoyed.
“Because of them,” I told him, my voice low.
“Them, who?”
“Those people out there. Fucking.”
Courtney set down his paper. He looked at me with his great green eyes as I pointed out the window, at the apartment across the street, and at the people in the apartment who were screwing each other silly. Without a word, Courtney stood and came to my side, so that we were both pressed against our own window, looking out.
I heard him suck in his breath as he took in the vision.
By: Alison Tyler
Photo: Riendo
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