Everything Erotic Volume I
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Before I have a chance to add a second finger to the mix and see how readily she could take me, the office door bangs open and her moist mouth pulls off me in a flash. We both whip around to the direction of the sound.
Oh geez, is she married and I'm totally screwed?
This story will be continued in Volume II of Everything Erotic.
The Erotic Adventures of Sidony Tassen
By Danielle Gavan
Sidony reclined against the smooth silk pillows that crowded the head of her king sized bed. She arranged her dark curls to fall artfully around her and waited for tonight’s playmate to enter her bedroom.
In the century since her twenty first birthday, the day she’d been found in the King’s bed and cursed, Sidony had a different lover, or two, in her bed every night.
This night’s entertainment had dropped onto her radar at the bakery down the street from her office. A seductive smile, a flash of cleavage and he’d been ready to accommodate her every whim. Then again, they always were – her curse ensured that she would always be alluring to the opposite sex. Problem was - the sorceress hadn’t been clear if her savior would be one of the men of her race or a human male.
"My lady?" The door swung soundlessly on the plush carpet, the dimness in the hallway brightened the soft candle light in the room. Sidony glanced up and her inner sex kitten purred. Hello, lover.
Her eyes focused on the large vampyre in front of her. She took in every detail of him. Jason’s blonde hair gleamed a burnished gold and his skin, soon to be under her fangs, had been kissed and caressed by the summer sun. Gods, I love my life - sometimes.
He stepped inside the room and stood just beyond the doorway, helmet tucked under an arm thick with muscle. Her playmate was a foot taller than her and not even the obsidian centurion’s uniform he had on could hide that he was very well muscled.
“Come in.” Sidony’s eyes wandered past the embossed breastplate to the short leather skirting and the bare legs below it. He’d left off the sandals. Bad boy. She shifted against the pillows and let the cream-colored sheet fall to her waist. "Tell me soldier, what brings you to me?"
His sky blue eyes flashed with desire and followed the silken material as it slid over her breasts. Hunger darkened his eyes and the way his fangs flashed when he smiled moistened Sidony’s core. "I have been assigned as your new personal guard m'lady. I am never to leave your side."
"Do you like what you see soldier?" She stepped from the bed and its puddles of slippery sheets. The fingers of her left hand toyed lazily with the pebbled nipple of her breast as she drew closer to him. "Come; let me show you what your duties entail."
He tossed the helmet aside and pulled her against the cold metal covering his chest. “This really gets you off?”
The filigreed emblem on the uniform abraded her nipples and forced a moan from Sidony’s throat. “I hope so.”
Jason reached up to unbuckle and she slid her hands over his sides to help. The uniform fit his large frame better than she’d expected.
“This thing is a perfect fit. Almost as if it was made for me.”
Sidony hid the startle his words caused behind her hair. She tossed the breastplate aside and looked back up at him with a coy smile. “This old thing?” …was made for the man who will finally give me what I’ve been cursed never to have again... release.
His upper body was a delicious expanse of hard muscle under golden skin. He wasn’t a battle-scarred warrior like the men who’d originally worn the uniform. No, he’d been trained for a far different kind of war - one Sidony was excited to let him win. The battlefield of her body his to plunder at will.
The leather skirting followed the rest of his outfit to the floor.
His swollen cock was thick, the head a velvety purple that declared his arousal. A dewy drop of moisture beaded and spilled over to coat the satiny skin that Sidony’s mouth watered to taste. Inch upon rock hard inch of him sprung from the golden thatch at his groin and strained past the hollow of Jason’s navel. The man was glorious.
“Gods, that’s beautiful.” Her words were a whisper as Sidony took in the size of her bedmate.
Sidony licked her lips in anticipation and drew a finger over his length. The steady movement of her hand a mask that hid the tremor of hope inside. Was this it? Was he the one? "You’re perfect."
Jason knelt on the bed and pulled her beneath him. He dipped his head to nip at the underside of her right breast and Sidony dug her fingers into the thick waves of his hair as his fangs grazed her skin. “Mhmm, and you’re about to find out just how right you are – repeatedly."
A ragged moan slipped passed Sidony’s lips as she ground herself against him. His heavy chest vibrated with a chuckle. He pressed back against her moistened core and pushed her that much closer to the ever-elusive orgasm she craved. Freedom was so close she could taste it. "You’re an eager one."
"It’s been a hell of a long time since a man like you has been in my bed. Eager is an understatement, soldier."
His strong, firm hands slid between them. Fingers roughened by calluses traced up her legs to thighs parted and trembling with anticipation for his invasion. "So soft and warm. I can feel your heat from here."
Jason’s thumb found her clit and rubbed a slow circle around it. He sheathed two thick fingers inside of her and Sidony arched into him as a rush of heat flooded her veins.
“When you scream my name,” he whispered. “Scream Jason - not Soldier.”
Sidony dug her nails into his scalp and grunted as she tried to take in even more of him. “If you can get me off – I’ll call you whatever you god damn want.”
“If I can?” Jason licked up the column of her throat. “Baby, you’re about to come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
“Prove it.”
The next afternoon the phone on Sidony’s desk rang and snapped her out of a vision. She listened for the intercom buzz from the outer office and tried to shake the images of chocolate covered flesh from her mind. She stopped short of answering the call and then jammed down on the button anyway. “Shit. So much for relaxation time.”
"Hey Sid. Your mom’s on line two.”
Sidony groaned. The phone ringing had put a dampener on the mental peep show she’d been trying to enjoy. Mention of her mother killed it.
"Hey Astrid. Clear our calendar for the next two weeks and tell mom I’m in a meeting." She hung up the phone and made a mental note to try out the things she’d seen in the vision.
Her best friend and secretary, Astrid, appeared in the office doorway two minutes later. Sidony smiled and waved her into a chair. "How soon can you pack a suitcase and meet me at my place?"
Astrid plopped her five foot six inch frame into a chair and her ruby red curls bounced around her shoulders. "We going on another orgasm quest?"
Sidony’s grin widened. She shook her head and shared some of the details of the unsuccessful date she’d had the night before with her while she wiped down the phone, and her fingers, with a wet nap. "I've got a sudden urge to visit Italy. You game?"
"Gladiators, hmm? As long as we can make a detour for some shopping in Milan, I'll clear the schedule for the next two months." Her chartreuse colored eyes glittered at the prospect of a shopping trip. The woman loved her couture.
Astrid bounced out of the office and Sidony laughed. She really loved that the little redheaded vampyre was such a good friend and so easy going. She put up with so much of Sidony’s shit. Seriously. The woman deserved a Nobel Prize for her patience.
A few minutes later she heard her secretary on the phone cancelling appointments. "Is this the office of Dr. Mongovian? I'm calling from the office of Dr. Sidony Tassen. She was scheduled to meet with him next week but has been called away on a family emergency and will be unable to attend. She sends her sincere apologies and will reschedule for another time."
The bartender placed two beers on the counter in front of Jason and his friend slid a few bills back in payment.
"Ah, I see. Those two have been in every bar in town for the past two weeks. Sex in stilettos if I've ever seen it, my friend."
Jason turned his sky blue eyes to the shorter man. "You're such an ass, Pete."
Pete laughed, "Come on, man. The brunette is seriously hot and the redhead? Can you say dick magnet?"
He turned to nudge Jason in the arm only to find him gone. "Where the hell did he go?"
The bartender smirked and tipped his head in the direction of the women he'd been talking about.
Astrid and Sidony were dressed to impress. There was more skin showing than not and the men were taking notice. They had been inside the bar for two hours and were finally sitting down to order drinks.
This was the girls’ last night in Italy and Sidony had yet to find her entertainment for the night. She could hear the buzzer getting louder in her head, feel the telltale tug of power that told her that he, the one who could help her, was nearby.
Astrid nudged Sidony with her elbow as she tilted her head to the left. "Sid, that guy down the bar is eating you with his eyes."
"Which one?" She turned quickly to see down the bar as Astrid described a tall blonde in a blue t-shirt. Yeah, Captain Subtle she was not.
The tug turned into a pull as she heard Astrid whisper her name. Sidony turned and looked straight into a wall of muscle covered in blue cotton. Hello beefcake. Come to mama.
Sidony’s eyes followed the cotton up to familiar sky blue eyes that glowed as they bore into hers. Jason, the gladiator she’d brought home from the bakery. Shit.
"Wanna get out of here? Give me another shot?"
It took her brain a few seconds to catch up but she finally nodded. She turned to let Astrid know where she was going but her friend had disappeared. "Sure."
This story will be continued in Volume II of Everything Erotic.
Hooked
By Danielle Gavan
The antique ormolu clock on the mantel chimed quarter passed the hour. Its delicate ding nearly drowned out by the activities going on upstairs. Feminine giggles and sighs interspersed with male groans and the rhythmic thumping of someone’s headboard against the wall blended into the usual soundtrack of my days.
Dust motes floated through the hazy sunshine that shone in through the lace curtained windows. My eyes followed a particularly large spec as it wound down to the floor. The front door flew open and a cool breeze kicked the object of my attention back up into the air.
I followed its trajectory and my eyes settled on the dark outline of the man framed by the bright, sunny day outside. His features were in shadow but I didn’t need to see them to know the face of the man who was standing in our vestibule. He came for me every morning at ten fifteen sharp. Warmth pooled in the bottom of my stomach, a precursor to the heat that would come soon enough.
“Welcome to Fae’s.” Our burly, earringed and tattooed security guard Ashvin reached out and pushed the door closed with the hook that replaced his right hand. “It’s good to see you, Mr. Piskie. Belle is waiting for you in the living room. Her room is prepared, as usual.”
Chocolate brown eyes turned nearly black with intensity fixated on me. “Thank you."
My bare feet slid to the carpet as he entered the room. The pale green silk nightgown whispered and tumbled to brush over my ankles as I stood to greet him.
“Good morning, Belle.”
His voice was rich, warm and held the promise of hours of pleasure to come. I knew the nuances of Peter Piskie well. The soft hush of whispered endearments as his palm smacked the round globes of my bottom and the harsh abrasion of commands tempered by kisses and caresses. Peter paid for the best and I prided myself on being exactly that for him.
“Peter. Can I get you a drink before we go upstairs?”
Strong fingers, roughened by hard won calluses, brushed up the smooth, perfumed skin of my arm. A sharp tug undid the ribbon that held my nightgown closed over my shoulder and I glanced down to watch the filmy material droop.
“You have the most beautiful tits.”
One of my eyebrows rose in question as I looked up at him. He returned the expression, with the hint of a smile, and pulled the other ribbon so that the leaf green garment sagged around my waist.
“Spectacular.”
My mouth opened to question him but he silenced me with a look and a raised hand. His hands closed around my waist and held me against him as Peter walked towards the sideboard and sat me on it.
Strong, tanned fingers undid the golden buckle of his belt and the button on his pants slid from its hole. The ripping sound of a zipper being torn open riveted my attention on Peter’s crotch and I bit my lip with anticipation as he released eight inches of thick, marble hard manhood.
I drew my fingers in lazy circles around the dusky rose peaks of my breasts, thighs spread and eager for his invasion. His mood, and the brusque way he’d handled me so far indicated I was in for one hell of a ride. It wasn’t my job to like what he did to me, but I did. I liked it one hell of a lot when he took me hard and fast.
Peter had never taken me in the parlour before and the thrill of possible discovery added an edge to the excitement that had me sopping wet in seconds. The walls of my vagina clenched as he bunched my gown around my waist and stepped closer.
“Peter, please.”
His thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs and tweaked it so hard that I forgot about my nipples and fisted the material of his shirt to pull him closer. The tip of his cock brushed the inside of my left thigh and my hips tilted in automatic invitation.
“No talking Belle.” The pad of his thumb ground against my clit with each word. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you like this and I will not have us interrupted.”
His left hand wrapped around his shaft at the root and guided the purple head between the glistening wet folds. I watched, fixated, as he fed inch after inch into my aching cleft.
The slow, teasing way he pushed inside misled me into thinking, disappointedly, that Peter was going to do the opposite of what I’d anticipated. I closed my eyes, leaned back against the mirror and prepared to put on my best show of faking it until he pulled back and shoved in so hard we both grunted from the impact.
“Yes.”
Peter’s mouth came down on mine in a harsh clashing of teeth, lips and tongue designed to silence and possess. I pulled the edges of his shirt apart, mindless of the buttons that ripped off and flew around us as my fingers found their way beneath the thin cotton. My nails dug into the hard slabs of his pecs and drew a lusty groan from him that I swallowed with another kiss.
Crystal glasses and china rattled inside the sideboard creating a soft, tinkling music to accompany the wet, sucking sounds our bodies made as Peter fucked me harder than he had ever done.
Our bodies pounded together, every thrust slammed Peter’s thumb into my clit and each whimper that he pulled from my throat grew as the pressure intensified. I wasn’t a screamer but I could feel one building as an intense orgasm took seed and waited, poised on the brink for that one final push that would set it, and me, free.
The unforgiving frame of the mirror biting into my shoulders and the hard twist of my nipple between Peter’s fingers put the perfect edge of pain on the pleasure to send me rocketing over the brink.
A small change in the angle of his thrust and the pinch of Peter’s other hand as it gripped my backside sent me screaming into ecstasy. My heels dug into the hard rounds of his ass and held him deep inside as he groaned hard and filled every bit of my core with thick, creamy jets of his own orgasm.
The door to the parlour flew open and we both looked up, wide-eyed with surprise as my employer, Fae, spotted us.
“Tinkerbelle.”
Peter chuckled as he kissed my cheek. “I always knew you looked good in green for a reason.”
Closet Lovin’
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By Greta Goddard
Olivia was hot, harassed and horny. She had been stuck here all week enduring an annual work conference. And after a tedious week of meetings, networking and company schmoozing, today was meant to be a day completely for her. A mental health day. A day of self-pampering and lounging in the sun.
Sipping Mai Tais by the pool, while reading the latest Black Lace novel had seemed like an utterly delicious idea a couple of hours ago. But as the heat on the pages intensified and her collection of paper umbrellas got higher, even a plunge into the cold water of the pool did little to dampen her blazing libido. She needed to cut short the self-pampering, for an unscheduled stop in her hotel room with some quick battery operated self-servicing. Otherwise she may well spontaneously combust poolside, frazzled with sexual frustration.
In her rush to pack away her lotion, hat and towel, she manages to knock the book responsible for her current predicament, into a puddle beside her lounger. As she bends to reach for it, a large masculine hand gets there before her, lifts the book and starts shaking water from its already soggy pages.
“Hello Olivia. Love the choice of literature.”
“Uh…Cole. Ummm…thanks.” Blushing, Olivia quickly grabs the book back from him and stuffs it into her bag.
Olivia’s hormones scream in glee at the sight of him. Cole Evans, from the company’s LA office. Six-foot two-inches of tanned, hazel-eyed perfection. A body so sinful, she's sure Satan must have him on speed dial.
The two of them flirted up a storm during the past week of dull seminars and team building exercises. Both had been too professional to take matters further. Don’t screw the crew and all. But that was before the Mai Tais and before she had cranked her libido into overdrive. It occurs to her that he may be an ideal scratching post, for her intensifying lustful itch.