by Alison Tyler
never say
never
TIPS, TRICKS AND EROTIC INSPIRATION FOR LOVERS
ALISON TYLER
foreword by
BARBARA PIZIO
Also by Alison Tyler
A Is for Amour
Afternoon Delight
B Is for Bondage
Best Bondage Erotica
Best Bondage Erotica, Volume 2
The Big Book of Bondage
C Is for Coeds
Caught Looking (with Rachel Kramer Bussel)
D Is for Dress-Up
Dark Secret Love
The Delicious Torment
Down and Dirty
E Is for Exotic
Exposed
F Is for Fetish
Frenzy
G Is for Games
Got a Minute?
H Is for Hardcore
The Happy Birthday Book of Erotica
Heat Wave
Hide and Seek (with Rachel Kramer Bussel)
Hurts So Good
I Is for Indecent
J Is for Jealousy
K Is for Kinky
L Is for Leather
Love at First Sting
Luscious
The Merry XXXmas Book of Erotica
Morning, Noon and Night
Naughty or Nice?
Never Have the Same Sex Twice
Open for Business
Playing with Fire
Pleasure Bound
Red Hot Erotica
Slave to Love
Sudden Sex
Three-Way
Twisted
Copyright © 2014 by Pretty Things Press.
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E-book ISBN: 978-1-62778-043-8
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Previous publication information for the stories excerpted in this book may be found on page 237.
Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.
—NAPOLEON HILL
CONTENTS
FOREWORD
By Barbara Pizio
INTRODUCTION
A LITTLE KINK IN MY COFFEE
CHAPTER ONE
WATCH THIS WAY—VOYEURISM
Wherever I Wander Janine Ashbless
CHAPTER TWO
X IS FOR EXPOSURE—EXHIBITIONISM
Bring Me the Dark Angell Brooks
CHAPTER THREE
SLIPPERY WHEN WET—CUNNILINGUS
Savory Georgia E. Jones
CHAPTER FOUR
OPEN WIDE—FELLATIO
Allowed Charlotte Stein
CHAPTER FIVE
CLOSE YOUR EYES—BLINDFOLDS
Blind Lust Kristina Lloyd
CHAPTER SIX
TIED AND TEASED—BEGINNING BONDAGE
Silk Teresa Noelle Roberts
CHAPTER SEVEN
NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY—SPANKING
Beneath the Surface Sommer Marsden
CHAPTER EIGHT
FANTASIES FIRST—ROLE-PLAY
Afternoon Strip N. T. Morley
CHAPTER NINE
BACK-DOOR MAN—ANAL
The Final Frontier Justine Elyot
CHAPTER TEN
BEND OVER, BF—PEGGING
A Round Peg in a Round Hole Shanna Germain
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CROSSING YOUR T’S—CROSS-DRESSING
Tangled Up in Blue Sophia Valenti
CHAPTER TWELVE
TWIST ME, TAUNT ME, TURN ME ON—FETISHES
The Silk Road Donna George Storey
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MORE THE MERRIER—MÉNAGE
Margarita Magic Thomas S. Roche
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TRADING SPOUSES—SOFT SWAPPING
Syzygy Ashley Lister
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MIND YOUR MA’AMS—FEMME DOMME
No Shame Dante Davidson
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
24/7—LIVING A KINKY LIFE
Is That Man Bothering You? Alison Tyler
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
ABOUT THE EDITOR
PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED STORIES
FOREWORD
Sex is inextricably woven into our everyday lives: from the subtle flirtations that enhance our personal relationships to overt depictions in the media. But despite the ubiquity of the naughty messages clogging the airwaves and hogging our bandwidth, the prevalent current of lust seems to carry a charge of sameness. Such one-dimensional thinking can be unnerving to lovers who long for something different. These people understand more than most that the erotic is a multilayered experience that can’t be defined by generalizations. The lucky ones already know what sparks their interest, but novice kinksters could use a helping hand. If you’re one of them—or if you’ve ever experienced a desire for a more varied and fulfilling sex life, but don’t know where to start—Never Say Never is the book for you.
With more than twenty years of experience writing saucy tales and creating erotic anthologies, Alison Tyler is intimately familiar with the many facets of kink and uses her knowledge to craft a self-help guide that entertains as much as it informs. In Never Say Never, Tyler breaks down the elements of some of the most popular ways to play, using sexy snippets to highlight the key points in fetish and BDSM games. By coupling these fictional bits of foreplay with practical advice and erotica from some of the top writers in the field, Never Say Never will take you on an eye-opening tour that will no doubt spark your own fantasies.
In my work as the editor of Penthouse Variations, I’ve read countless confessions from the magazine’s readers. Whether they’re describing their dreams or recounting their latest sensual exploits, the one thing these people have in common is their fearless pursuit of pleasure. Finding the true object of your lust is the first step toward realizing that mindset, and the sizzling stories in this collection will help you discover exactly what sets your pulse racing. By framing your kinky explorations within positive, fulfilling relationships, like those in the stories in Never Say Never, you’ll be on the right path to create the sex life of your wildest dreams.
Barbara Pizio
Executive Editor
Penthouse Variations
INTRODUCTION
A LITTLE KINK IN MY COFFEE
You have a choice. You can live the vanilla way characters do on the TV screen. They’re clean, oh so clean. They all use the right detergent, the proper deodorant, the number-one mouthwash, hairspray, douche. There’s never a stain, never a torn garment, never a mote of dust. You can spend your whole life fitting into this image, this shiny, waxed vision of who society wants you to be.
Or you can have a little fucking fun.
As you may have guessed, I’m of the latter frame of mind. I don’t care if I’m wearing shredded Levi’s. I don’t worry if the slogan on my T-shirt would make the checker at the local grocery store turn fifty shades of pink. I’m a rebel in my own quiet way—but I do have a cause. I am all about kinky sex.
If good girls never ask for bondage, if good boys never want to be pegged, if proper people only get off with the lights out and the sheets tucked, then why bother? W
hen you give yourself permission to turn your back on what you’re supposed to want, who you’re supposed to love, how you’re supposed to act, then you open the door to a whole world of X-rated possibilities.
That’s what Never Say Never is about: the endless array of possibilities that await when you place a handcuff key on your key ring, when you dig in the closet for four silk ties, when you cue up the camcorder to make a “home movie” you won’t be playing for the Mahjong Club. In this guide/erotic collection, I’ve gathered sixteen stories to set the mood, to spark ideas, to spank your inhibitions—and I’ve added tawdry tidbits from my own explicit experiences, as well as more than fifty filthy clips from more than forty well-known writers in the erotica industry.
On this journey, think of me as your dirty tour guide—traveling along with you on the road to debauchery and delight. Or perhaps your fetish-clad waitress, in a short skirt, torn fishnets, and kick-ass combat boots, ready to take your order. What are you in the mood for tonight, doll? A spanking? Turn to Sommer Marsden’s hot-ass tale, “Beneath the Surface.” Got a desire for oral that you simply can’t quench? Check out Charlotte Stein’s “Allowed” (for fellatio) or Georgia E. Jones’s “Savory” (for cunnilingus). Feeling like seeing how the other half lives? Page to Sophia Valenti’s “Tangled Up in Blue.”
Some of the themes in the stories kiss each other. With tongue. For instance, you’ll find a little spanking in Kristina Lloyd’s blindfold tale, “Blind Lust,” and there’s a bit of sensory deprivation in Angell Brooks’s exhibitionism piece “Bring Me the Dark.” But isn’t that the way real-life sex is? You don’t slip beneath your silk sheets and only do one thing. “Oh, look. It’s Friday. Missionary or bust, baby.” No, you move from fellatio to a little doggie-style, then sixty-nining before the anal. Good sex is fluid, lapping and overlapping. Kinky sex simply has more crashing waves.
The stories in this guide-cum-collection may work as foreplay for you. Turning you and your lover on. Setting the stage. Or you might really decide to DIY. Doing it yourself has never been quite so naughty. Just remember: There is no correct method for reading this book. Let your libido light your way.
But first, sit at my station and flip the pages with me. I take my coffee with quite a bit of kink. How about you?
XXX,
Alison Tyler
CHAPTER ONE
WATCH THIS WAY—
VOYEURISM
The audience should feel like voyeurs. Their response is absolutely crucial.
—ALAN RICKMAN
I like to watch.
Oh yes, I do. I live to peek, to spy, to peer. Confession time: I am obsessed with the concept of apartment buildings—simply because I love to think that there is a different story unfolding in every room. And in my world—all the stories are X-rated. My voyeurism fantasies run deeper than solely watching. My number one fetish, as I’ve said for years, is to know what other people are doing. (In their bedrooms, in their cars, beyond closed doors, behind closed eyes.) And isn’t that simply the bonus round of voyeurism? Maybe I’m not seeing the scenarios with my own eyes—but I’m seeing the visions with my imagination. Trust me—that can be even more intense.
As can be expected by a writer in my genre, fetishes I own become part of many of my creations. My characters are always watching, like in this sliver from a story I wrote called “No Good Deed”:
She turned her head to watch him over her shoulder, dark bangs fluttering in front of her eyes, so that she saw him through the wisps of her hair.
Or being watched, as in this description from my dark, erotic “Boilermaker”:
He felt someone watching him and turned to catch the glance of one of the pallbearers—pale-blue watered-down eyes—recognized the man from warm evenings spent sitting on his father’s porch after work.
Or talking about watching someone else, like in a story I wrote for Sommer Marsden’s Coupling 2 called “Reunion”:
He told me later that watching Rhonda eat me out had taught him more about going down on a woman than any dirty video he’d ever seen.
In my threeway, spanking, voyeurism story “Want,” there’s a trade:
“You can stand in the bathroom. Sit on the counter. Press your face to the slit. Whatever you want. You’ll be able to eavesdrop on Lia’s discipline.”
I was instantly wet. I couldn’t tell if Vincent knew, but I felt the dampness in my panties. I crossed my legs, and Vincent smiled.
“Of course, there’ll be a payment involved.”
“What do you mean?” Did he expect me to give him money?
“Tomorrow night, she’ll get to hear you.”
“Get to hear me what?”
“Get to hear you cry.”
I’ve always had a wet spot for peering into other people’s worlds. Maybe this is why I get off on being an editor. I am allowed to run my gaze up and down the bodies of work of my fellow writers. Is there a name for that sort of Peeping Tom, or have I created my own personal paraphilia?
Being a consummate voyeur has helped me identify the top writers in the industry. There are certain authors who know how to spill a scene in a way that makes you feel just a little bit dirty for watching—and when they’re writing about watching, expect explosions.
In her current work-in-progress “Bird in the Hand,” Helena Black peels open the curtains so you can see:
He leans back in the chair, legs stretched out in front of him, eyes closed, head thrown back. He is beautiful in his nakedness, one hand cupping his balls while the other moves up and down his cock in long, slow strokes. I love watching him and he knows it, knows how badly I want to see him make himself come.
He lifts his hips, pumping hard against his fist, and his breath is coming faster, increasing in rhythm with his thrusts. I can tell he’s getting close now and his body starts to tense. He curls his toes against the floor and when the first moan escapes his lips I think I am the one about to come.
Elise Hepner describes the arousal of watching in “At the Time”:
She can’t keep thinking about fate. Not when things happen with an intended frequency every day that leaves her wet and aching, helpless, as if on cue.
“Thursday at six,” she mumbled.
This was the time. She stumbled onto her groaning, rusty deathtrap of a fire escape. Risk was well worth the temptation. She curled her toes, as they conformed against the cool metal grate. Despite the chill, her heat flared. A twirl of her robe between her fingers. Slick silk coursing through her palm. She shifted, enjoying her bare ass beneath the lightweight fabric.
Her thoughts emptied, lips slick with the weight of her tongue.
She lived for one peek.
Anticipation tickled across her flesh in goose bumps that wouldn’t rub away as she smoothed her hands up her arms. Her arousal sweetly scented the air. Wet and ready. Prepared for pleasure.
She looked down at her watch.
“Showtime.”
Andrea Dale takes the level even higher by adding a camera in “Now You See Her”:
Shane was taking picture after picture, glancing up from the camera every so often to just watch the action across the street. Emilie was spanking Katy, and while Katy’s hips jerked forward every time Emilie’s palm landed, they rolled in pleasure in between the blows. I doubted Katy was even aware she was doing it, and I wished we had a video camera as well.
Now Katy had her hand between her thighs, and I gave up trying to keep the binoculars perfectly steady because I had to do the same thing with my hand.
I jumped when Shane caressed my ass.
“I don’t know where to look,” he confessed.
I kissed him, tasting myself on him. “Watch our show,” I said. “You can see me later.”
But when Emilie stalked back into view, a harness around her hips sporting a fiendish dildo, Shane gave up trying to take pictures. He slid down my thong; I kicked it away. As Emilie slid into Katy, Shane slid into me.
I dropped the binoculars. I could
still see that Katy’s breasts were mashed against the window, that her mouth was open.
We had the lights off, of course, but I didn’t care if anybody could see us. All I cared about was the feeling of Shane’s thick cock inside me, his hands hard on my hips as he thrust faster and faster.
And Tenille Brown’s “Assumption of Privacy” takes you right to the front row:
Joe would dock both their pay if he could make it back to his office, but right now his Johnson was so stiff with envy and delight watching Mack slip his hands down the front of Mildred’s jeans that he couldn’t move. So, he stood there instead and watched his employees do what they weren’t supposed to do, where they weren’t supposed to do it.
From that bump just behind her zipper, Joe could tell that Mack was fingering that hot cunt of Mildred’s. She had probably begged for it, too, just a little, just enough to get her through the rest of the day so that when they got home they could really get it on.
Joe ducked in the wing so they wouldn’t catch him catching them.
Oh, baby, I know all about Joe. Being a voyeur comes with that little crackle of shame—the shiny sensation of arousal at watching other people’s lust. I suppose it’s a study in cooperation—look, we’re all in this together.
How you incorporate voyeurism into your world is entirely up to you. Begin with a peek at your partner. Invest in a clear shower curtain and spy while your lover lathers up. Make a watching date, when you can spy into your own bedroom window while your mate masturbates. Ratchet up the challenge as you become more confident. Stage scenarios—talk about your dirty deeds to a friend while your partner listens in at a nearby booth. The possibilities are endless once you begin to scope the scene.
Of course, don’t be surprised if you win a few unexpected voyeurs yourself.
Fair warning: if you see a silver-streaked brunette leaning in a little too close at the diner, trying to hear every dirty word you share, that’s probably me.
TANTALIZING TIPS