by Unknown
“I confess. I had a little help.”
“What? Who?”
“Peter and Palmer had the idea, but Patricia put it all together.”
“That girl is way too good for you, Carlton,” I said with a laugh.
He held the chair out for me, and as I sat he pushed it in slightly and suddenly dropped to his knees. “Liz?”
Oh my God! Tell me this is not happening. I pinched my arm as hard as possible, trying to ensure that I was indeed still awake.
“I know things have been a little rocky over the past couple of months, but I honestly cannot imagine my life without you in it.” I blushed fifteen shades of red, and with my heart in my throat I wondered if I’d ever take another breath. My eyes filled with tears as I tried to focus on his beautiful lips. “I will spend the rest of my life making sure you want for nothing, and if you would do me the honor…” I was trying hard not to pass out at this very moment. “Would you be my wife?”
My head began nodding up and down of its own free will, and I took a deep breath as I tried to focus on the only word I need to push past my lips. Carlton grabbed my hand and placed in it an open box with the largest princess cut diamond I’d ever seen.
With both hands I grabbed his face, studying the strong jaw and dreamy eyes. “YES!” I said through the many tears streaming down my cheek. “Yes, Master!”
Note from the Author – I know you all didn’t think I would just let it go at that, and for you devilishly aroused readers (and for myself) I thought I would add this in. I hope you enjoy! (I surely did!)
Pulling this man into my bed was like eating whipped cream straight from the container even after two slices of key lime pie; I just couldn’t help myself. And although I’d had my fill with the roller coaster of emotions, I could think of nothing better than having this man deep inside of me. I wanted to feel like we were no longer two different people.
I made him sit in the chair opposite my bed as I stepped out of my dress. It felt good to finally be free of the tight clothes. I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed my stockings down my legs. I had almost forgotten what a turn on it was to be watched, and I reveled in the look plastered upon Carlton’s face. I reached behind and unsnapped my bra, sliding the straps over my shoulders and releasing the twins. There was no hiding my excitement from him, yet I wanted him to wait. I stood up and turned around, slipped my fingers into the tops of my panties and pushed them over my ass, bending at the waist as I pushed them down my legs to the floor. Instinctively I pushed my ass in the air for his viewing pleasure, and from the moans of approval I was getting in return, I was pretty sure my strip tease had struck the mark.
“My goodness, Liz,” Carlton began to say.
“Shhh… it’s my turn.” I climbed up onto the bed and sat with my back against the headboard. Pulling my knees up, I cupped my right breast while my left hand pressed against the ripening bud above my pussy. “Strip!”
I watched with intense fascination as he slowly unbuttoned his starched white shirt, opening in slowly to reveal the muscular chest and abdomen that sent a flood of sensations directly between my legs. I felt no need not to, so I pressed my palm against my mound as my finger found its way between the folds of my pussy. My clit felt like a hard nub pressing into my palm as I verified my excitement. Slipping a second finger inside as he pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders. I curled my finger upwards, reaching for my g-spot as he unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers. My God he was a delicious dessert for what had developed into a five star meal. I couldn’t wait to see him, all of him, and he pushed his trousers and boxers down his thick thighs. There it was, in all its glory. For some reason it seemed larger than before, and in my haste to move this along my fingers slid in and out of me at an increasing rate.
Carlton took a step out of his trousers and towards the bed before I raised my hand. “Stop!” I said as I slid off the bed. “Stand right there.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him, and with the strong smell of his cologne I began to kiss his thigh with full lips before running my tongue inside his thigh. His heavy cock, a little more than half hard stood nearly straight out, begging for attention. I kissed my way across his crotch, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft and pulling it slightly as I sank my nose into the hair. My God he smelled good, and his cock, unlike my quiet little friend, was already burning hot to the touch. I ran my tongue down the topside of his dick slowly until I reached the head. Lifting it up, I kissed and licked around the crown and down the underside before gently sucking one of his balls into my mouth. Stroking his cock slowly, I released his ball and licked my way back up the underside of his shaft. I was in heaven, and from the taste of his pre-cum dripping down the underside of his dick, I could tell I was not the only one.
Greedily I took him in my mouth, reveling in the taste of him. I looked up to see him doing his best to stare at me with those silky brown eyes. I took the length of it, right down to the balls as his eyes closed and he moaned out loud. I pulled back slowly, stroking its entirety once before sliding it down my throat once again. His hand reached for the back of my head as I pushed the pace faster and faster. It swelled in my mouth, filling every open space with his hard on as I plunged my head repeatedly down his cock.
I could feel his cock actually growing in my hand as his balls tightened up. I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity, and slowed my pace accordingly. With an audible ‘plop’ I pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up in front of him.
He took the hint, and spun me around, pushing the middle of my back as my hands hit the end of the bed. With his foot he spread my legs, and like the good little slut I am I pushed my ass in the air without direction.
“So beautiful,” he muttered as I felt his fingers trail their way across my asshole and into my wet pussy. “So fucking beautiful.”
I smiled and let out a moan as his thick fingers spread my lips open wide, plunging deep inside me. Instantly I clamped down on them, feeling the strength he possessed that drove me crazy.
His pace was slow at first, then suddenly picking up speed as the noticeable sloshing sound of my lust rang through the room. I wanted him, there was no denying it. Still he toyed with me, holding back his thick cock while driving me to the edge of orgasm before retreating. With each crescendo of physical pleasure, my emotional pride rode the waves of ecstasy towards complete fulfillment. And then his cock; that wonderfully crafted, perfectly shaped cock pressed against my entrance as he slid in effortlessly. I had him, and in an instance that feeling of melding into one person overcame my body as my orgasm exploded on his thick shaft. He pushed deeper, only stretching out my orgasm until the room seemed to go completely black.
With his hands on my hips, he drove into me like never before. Suddenly reaching depths I’d never known before, and my orgasm spiked once again. His thrusts came quicker, and the sound of our flesh slapping together was overcome with my screams of pleasure.
“I’m going to come!” he screamed.
That statement alone seemed to pour fuel on the fire I had burning between my legs, and I pushed him out of me, turned, and dropped to my knees. “Come for me, baby. Come on my face!”
His orgasm exploded into my open mouth, covering my tongue before dripping down my chin and onto my breasts. He was everywhere, covering what seemed like my entire body, enveloping me as I rubbed my clit hard so that my orgasm could join his.
Crawling into bed together he pulled me into his arms; there I felt safe, secure, and free. The orgasms quiet little friend provided were no comparison to Carlton, I thought. I was happy to finally be where I thought I should have been all along.
It was at that moment that a flood of emotion swept through me, and thoughts of Carlton, Missy, Patricia, and Benton all flew around inside my head. I squeezed Carlton’s arm tight as I nuzzled my head against his chest.
*-*-*-*-*
I always like the feeling of being pushed back into my seat as a plane takes off. And stra
pped securely in beside Carlton I stared down at my ring. I could barely sleep last night as I stared at it incessantly. If the permanent smile on face wasn’t bad enough, I closed my eyes and thought about our entire affair to this point.
So many things, so many people; all falling neatly into place at once. Palmer had found a man who truly seemed to treasure him, and that warmed my heart beyond mere words. Benton, the unlikeliest of friends, now had the submissive of his dreams in Kinsley, and that steel trap of a mind combined with the kinky streak was more that up to challenge she presented. In fact, it was Benton who realized that Kinsley, and Kinsley alone was the sole owner of the company that was Webster Shipping’s biggest client. A wonderfully devilish move on his part. Talk about killing several birds with one stone.
And as I opened my eyes she came into view: Patricia. Her reconnection with Missy had just begun, but you could tell it fulfilled a serious void in her life, and that made me extremely happy for her. She was beautiful, and I could see why Missy was so attracted to her.
“You okay?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned about my feelings.
“Oh yes…” I purred.
“You’re mighty quiet. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly, hoping he’d change the subject. The truth was I could really get past all the things that had happened, but there was still this one thing… still lingering.
“You sure? You know I’d do anything for you.” I don’t know why, but the thought of Patricia with a strap-on suddenly flashed in my head. “Anything!” Carlton reiterated.
A smile to rival the Cheshire cat washed over my face. “Well…”
Born in Savannah but raised on Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina, Laura Cooper is a true southern woman. She believes that iced tea should always be sweet and has an entire Pinterest Board with over a hundred different ways to cook shrimp.
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SEMPER FI
She wouldn't even be in the predicament if it weren't for Travis. A phone call in the middle of the night to ask for a "free pass" from her boyfriend of 7 1/2 years was hard to take seriously. When he doesn't get the answer he wanted, his drunken stupor is all it takes to tell her via text message that it's over. That's enough to irritate Mattie into flying home to deal with him.
However, bad weather grounds her flight out of Washington leaving her stranded in the airport all night with one other passenger... Logan McNarry.
Ordinarily, she wouldn't even think of speaking to him, but Travis' unexpected break up was just the opportunity she needed to seek passion in the arms of another man.
All this leads up to the predicament that Mattie must face. Choosing the safe, steady life already mapped out, or chasing the love and passion one only stumbles upon once in a lifetime.
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SHADES OF SHAME
Leila Johnson isn’t your typical intern. She knows what she wants, and knows how to get it. A summer internship in her mother’s office is perfect for a young woman with aspirations of climbing the political ladder. With the Senator squarely in her sights, Leila is positioned to add another notch on her bedpost as she pads her resume.
Her sexual desires rival any man’s, and the fact that she doesn’t mind using people makes it all the easier. She likes her sex raw, carnal, and full of lust and passion, and if it helps her advance, all the better. Senator David McNarry is nothing more than a strategic item in her checklist.
The last time she saw Logan McNarry he was a skinny, silver spooned brat. However, dinner at the Senator’s house was a bigger surprise than she ever imagined. Logan was all grown up now, and definitely not how she remembered him. He was nice, gentle, and a hopeless romantic. None of the things that would further her career. His father, on the other hand, represented all she hoped to achieve: money, power, and status. And the fact that the Senator had no problem using his interns, fit absolutely perfectly into her plans. Add in the handsome, rugged exterior that simply smoldered, it was a sexual play she was sure she could take advantage of.
And all would have gone as planned if she hadn’t reconnected with Logan. As she spent more time with him, her plan took an unexpected turn which had her dazed and confused. A new emotion, one she was not familiar with, began to grow within her. The more she saw him, the less she wanted the Senator. Faced with a decision, her attempts to reconcile the emotion thrust her into unfamiliar territory. Will she follow this new path, or continue to pursue the Senator?
BONEYARD BEACH
The Night’ on Boneyard Beach was over fifteen years ago, but for Jenna Sinkler it is replayed each time she closes her eyes. His hands touching her, the salt marsh taste of his lips, and the ultimate “first time” every girl dreams of.
In the real world, she’s a New York City cop who feels like her world is close to tumbling down on her. When she steps blindly into her apartment for a quick shower and finds her culinary wizard boyfriend enjoying a naked blonde waitress on her blue sofa, she reacts. It’s her reaction that sends her reeling with her tail between her legs back to the island in South Carolina where she spent every summer of her youth, including 'The Night' on Boneyard Beach.
Fifteen years ago Nicolas Talbot was an uncomplicated southern boy with dreams and a bright future. Now Jenna’s making lists of why she and Nick should be as far away from one another as possible. But one question remains: was ‘The Night’ on Boneyard Beach a fluke, or was it truly as magical as they both believe? There’s only one way to find out.
As Jenna falls head over heels in love with Nick again, the list of reasons why their relationship will never work begins to pile up. The fact that she lives in New Jersey and he in South Carolina is a major problem. But it doesn’t take Jenna long to understand that may be the least of the problems. Nick’s meddling Charleston family has harbored his secret for fifteen years, and she’s beginning to wonder to what extent they would go to protect him.
Since ‘The Night’ on Boneyard Beach, no man has ever been good enough for Jenna, and no woman good enough for Nick. It seems as though they were meant for each other and no one else. But there had been someone else in Nick’s life and now she’s been found dead… on Boneyard Beach. Can Jenna overcome her mistrust for men enough to believe that Nick and his family had nothing to do with the mysterious death?
BONUS
-Tara Townsend, Graduation night, Handcuffed, Blindfolded, Nekkid, Gagged, in Jonathon’s living room.
At some point in our lives there are those moments we look back on and wonder what in God’s name we were thinking, believe it or not, this isn’t one of them for me. As a matter of fact, at this moment I’m free, like a captive bird rescued from near death, on its long awaited release day. I’m blindfolded; because of course it wouldn’t do for me to meet the eyes bearing down on me in my current state: naked. As confident as I may seem with my current nudity, I assure you that without this blindfold I’d be cowering in the corner of this fine mansion, perhaps seeking a vase or piece of furniture to cover my most private parts. The bli
ndfold provides me the anonymity to stand here, tied to this polished brass pole without shame. Behind this silken blindness I am alone. In my world, the hands that will touch me will all belong to my husband Simmons and each small touch will be an orgasm. I am beautiful in my blindness, Mrs. Universe in the making.
Popular Southern Definition; The word Naked means that you have no clothes on. The word Nekkid means that you have no clothes on and you’re up to something.
I’m definitely up to something.
You must be wondering how a reasonable, sweet, MAM (Middle aged Mom) like myself has ended up cuffed to a pole, blindfolded, and gagged in a man’s (not my husband’s) living room. Let’s push aside the fact that it’s a special occasion and I’m the Thanksgiving turkey amidst a crowd of hungry onlookers. I’ll get back to that. Because the first thing you need to know is that my marriage is shit. Pure T total shit. We woke up the first day after becoming empty nesters and wha-la, nothing. And it’s been this way a long, long time now. So I took a leap of faith, an enormous leap of faith, the Niagra Falls of all leaps. A giant leap for all womankind.
Now damnit that really did feel a lot like Simmons’s hand! Ah… Such ridiculous (and borderline schizophrenic) thoughts pass through your head when you’re tied to a pole naked in a room full of people. Imagine if Simmons could see me here! Oh my God, he’d have a heart attack right here and now if he saw me like this! His snowy white, little homemaker who makes sure the towels are fluffed extra soft just the way he likes them, tied to a pole. Oh the horror of it all!
I groan as fingers begin prodding me, pinching my bare nipples until they burn with electric shock at every touch. The rawness of it pulls at a need within me that I didn’t know existed until now. It rattles me to my very core and beneath my blindfold, I silently beg for more. Having been gagged into silence, the monologue in my head is pleading with them to give me more, touch me there, here, yes there again please. Still there are moments when it’s all I can do not to flinch or pull away from the touches even though they’ve trained me not to be ashamed of enjoying. Old ways die hard. Just because you never forget how to ride a bike doesn’t mean you can jump on one tomorrow and win the Tour de France. It doesn’t work that way, nothing does. So if you think I’m going to tell you that some flash of lightening from another universe bolted down and suddenly turned me into the Slutty Nun, you can forget it. That’s just not the way it happened.