Erotica: Handcuffing Inhibitions (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Rachel Wilson

  Jenny stepped out of her bedroom to interrupt. “Alright, Alright. We get it. The four of us are the sexiest gals in Texas.”

  “True.” The other three said in unison.

  “The question is…” Jenny continued. “…when are these boys getting here?”

  “I think Timothy said they would be here around dinner time.” Ariana replied, looking off into space to try and find the details, buried in the backlog of her memory bank.

  “Well then…” Vicky said. “The four of us have some work to do.”

  Chapter Two

  “Okay, girls. Same rules as last year?” Ariana questioned.

  The other three ladies nodded in unison.

  “Perfect. Obviously, the three of us have the rights to our individual bedrooms upstairs. Vicky, you will also have the west wing downstairs for your egg hunt. Ashley, you get the usual north side of the house. Jenny, you get the south side. I will take the east wing for myself. Any questions?”

  “Where the hell are the boys?” Vicky joked, just as a black limousine pulled up to the sidewalk.

  “On cue.” Ashley retorted.

  “Who gets who?” Jenny questioned, straining her eyes to peek through the blinds at the selection that Timothy had provided them with this year. “Oh, well looks like he made it easy on us.”

  Four well bodied young men exited the vehicle, all dressed sharply in matching tuxedos. But the tuxes were not the only thing that matched. Each one of the men wore the same slicked back hairstyle, with a midnight black color. Their leather tanned skin tones were nearly identical to one another. They all carried a blue Easter basket with five plastic eggs in each pail.

  “Hello boys.” Vicky said seductively, opening the door for the four men to enter.

  “Ladies.” The man in the front of the line replied. They all filed themselves horizontally facing the girls, holding their baskets in front of them with both hands.

  “So, how are we going to do this?” Jenny questioned again, ready to team up with her guy and move on.

  To answer her question, all four guys slowly turned their Easter baskets around so that the front of them faced the girls. Every basket had a different girls name on it.

  “Works for me!” Ariana snapped. “Let’s get moving!”

  The girls gave each of their men a tour of the part of the house that they were to hide their eggs in, and briefly described the rules of the game to them. Basically, if an egg is found, the man does whatever the woman tells him to.

  Ashley, Vicky, Ariana, and Jenny all proceeded upstairs to wait in their bedrooms, setting timers on their phones for five minutes. After the alarms went off, the games had finally begun.

  Vicky hurried down the spiral steps and across the atrium to her zone in the west part of the house. Her man was patiently waiting, holding out the empty basket.

  “I am John, by the way.” He said as she took the basket from his hand.

  “John, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Vicky.”

  The west wing consisted of the Library and the Dining Hall. Each room was rather large, but also fairly open. She never had much trouble finding eggs in these locations. There were only so many good hiding spots, and she was already very aware of all of them. But, to satisfy John and keep the anticipation level high, she poked around nonchalantly. Pretending to be oblivious to where an egg could be hiding from view.

  When she had meddled through a few minutes of time, Vicky removed the flowers from the deep red vase in the center of the dinner table. A bright pink egg sat floating atop the water within.

  “Oh, John…” Vicky teased. “Looks like I found my first egg. Take your clothes off, John. Everything but the boxers.”

  John willingly obeyed, and she continued on her search. The sight of his chiseled features made her much more impatient, and she started flying through the hunt.

  “Another egg!” Vicky held it high in the air, shutting the china cabinet doors. “Now, unzip my bunny suit.”

  He slowly pulled the zipper down from just below her chin to her belly button. A small window of skin was now visible amidst the field of pink fur that covered the rest of her body. He head still remained encased in the bunny head, with two giant pink ears that stretched four inches into the air.

  The next two eggs came just as easy as the previous ones had. When she located the third, she ordered him to remove his boxers and play with himself. The fourth egg came, and he removed her lower half from the bunny suit, so that now she was only wearing the head piece while the rest of the furry costume dragged behind her like a cape.

  The fifth egg was proving to be more difficult to locate than she had initially anticipated. Vicky had searched every corner of the dining hall, and had checked every crevice of the library. She expected to find it in one of the most popular hiding places, the desk drawers. Nothing. She looked under the table, under the chairs. Nothing. Beginning to lose hope, she noticed something odd. All of the books were pushed flush against the back of the shelves, except for one. She walked closer to examine this book further, to find a familiar title written along the side of the binding.

  Moby Dick

  She pulled it off the shelf to find the final egg waiting for her.

  “You are a clever one, aren’t you, John?”

  He smiled and took a step closer to her. “What is your final command?”

  Vicky leaned in to whisper two words in his left ear. “Do me.”

  John pushed her backside up against the bookshelf and lifted her right leg to wrap around his waist. He threw his hips up into the air and she felt him inside of her. Both of her arms rested on his shoulders, as her left hand grabbed all it could of the hair on the back of his head.

  “Harder, John.”

  He lifted her other leg to his waist now, holding her up with two strong handfuls of her butt. He pounded her up and down as books began to fall from the force of her body hitting the bookshelf, over and over again. The pink bunny cape acted as a cushion for her skin, for she felt no pain from the repeated connection between herself and the wood. Vicky’s mind matched her mouth’s moans of joy. It had been a long year, but John made it so worth it. The bunny ears continued to stick high into the sky, going up and down to the same rhythm as her large boobs. Hop. Hop. Hop.

  Chapter Three

  The pink bunny costume hung loosely on Ashley’s thin frame as she traversed the north side of the Funboy House. Excitement had already filled her completely, as her legs bounded rapidly with each step, almost as if she were an actual rabbit.

  Her section of the house included the kitchen and the laundry room. Since there were not a whole lot of possibilities for hiding spots in the laundry room, she spent the bulk of her time thumbing through the nooks and crannies of the kitchen.

  Ashley was less patient than Vicky had been. She loved foreplay, and took each egg as an opportunity to enjoy some oral festivities from her man of the night, Brian.

  “Found the first egg, Brian. Let’s see what you are working with underneath those nice pants.”

  She unbuckled his belt and practically ripped the pants off at the seams, anxious to taste a man her own age for the first time in twelve months. His endowment hung like a thick pendulum between his legs. Only the best for Timothy’s girls.

  Her lips salivated at the warmth of him inside of her mouth, like she had just come off of a long fast, and Brian was a steak dinner.

  “Another egg, Brian. Looks like it is your turn.”

  Brian unzipped the front of her furry outfit, and she hopped up onto the kitchen counter. He buried his head deep between her legs, feeling the pink fuzziness squeeze against his head like a fleece blanket in the middle of January.

  Ashley closed her eyes and moved her hips forward, exhaling heavily with each breath she took. Brian pushed her legs up high into the air, never moving his head or skipping a beat. She had to quickly put her hands behind her, palms flat on the counter top to keep from losing balance. His soft lips against her made
the moisture levels rise substantially. The tip of his tongue moved up and down on her lips, pausing at the top to figure eight every so often.

  Ashley found the last egg inside of the dryer. Without saying a word she took it out and threw it somewhere off into a pile of dirty clothes. After slamming the dryer shut, she quickly hopped on top of it and pulled Brian to her. The amazing work he did on her downstairs caused the plummet into her to be an easy one to manage. She was ready for him.

  Ashley wrapped her legs around his waist and repeatedly pulled him further into her. She buried her head in his rock hard chest to muffle her screams for more. Her body felt alive again. Oh, how she had missed this feeling.

  Brian grabbed her by the ankles and lifted both legs up to rest on his shoulders. She fell backward at the surprising technique, her elbow brushing up against the button to turn the dryer on. Suddenly, her whole body began to shake as the machine began rotating faster and faster. Every feeling she was already experiencing increased 10 fold. Each time Brian thrust into her, they vibrated together. He pumped and pumped, harder and harder, causing her to move up and down against the turbulent dryer. Her bunny ears moved with the rest of her body; up, down, up, down… Hop. Hop. Hop.

  Chapter Four

  Of the four girls, Ariana definitely had the hardest time between Easters. She had a sexual desire that rivaled that of a nymphomaniac. She spent long, sleepless nights with herself. Vibrator in hand, eyes closed; trying to find the cure for her hunger.

  Timothy just did not cut it for her, at all. The other girls found some pleasure during their nights in bed with him, but only if they were on top. Timothy just did not have the mobility or agility to do much more than bob up and down if he was in control of the action. The girls would ride him well into the night; until he passed out or they got off. Usually, it was the former.

  A few months back, impatience got the better of her. One weekend when Timothy left on a business trip, she left alone to get groceries for the week ahead. Ariana did pick up plenty of food from the nearest grocery store, but not before meeting up with an old friend from high school. She was so desperate and backed up that she did not remember condoms, and came three times before she would let him leave.

  They went at it like parents during the baby boomer generation. In the backseat of her window tinted sedan, with her bare feet streaking marks across the windows. She leaned the passenger seat back as far as it would go and straddled him. Halfway through, her knee got stuck between the console and the seat, leaving a deep purple bruise that stuck around for weeks. It would not have been such a bad injury, had she just removed her leg when it initially wedged itself in the gap. But she did not. She could not. Ariana continued to plow forward, rocking her hips back and forth faster than she ever thought possible. It was only afterward, when her adrenaline died down that she felt the limp come to life. She positioned herself in between the two front seats, with her lower body sticking out in the backseat while he gave it to her from behind. It was uncomfortable for both of them, but she refused to let him stop.

  The girls kept her secret between the four of them. She knew they would. As much as the four sometimes bickered back and forth, they were thick as thieves. Closer than best friends. They had become sisters, through and through.

  Needless to say, the night she spent with Isaac on that Easter Sunday was borderline porn material. She had her bunny costume off and on the floor before she even found the first egg. When Timothy watched the video footage back she would get in trouble for not staying in character, but she was past the point of caring. There was a young, sexy man at her beckoned call. That was the only thing that mattered.

  Ariana’s zone was the east wing of the house. The living room and the fitness room in the basement fell into this category, which was part of the appeal to her. The fitness room was secluded, so she could yell as loud as she wanted.

  The first place that Isaac and Ariana connected was in the living room. She bent over, buck naked, to find an egg under the leather couch. Tossing the egg behind her, but not moving any other muscle, she remained on her hands and knees.

  “Get over here.” Were her simple yet direct words.

  Isaac did not have to be told twice. Within seconds he was on his knees behind her, kissing up and down her naked body, before finally grabbing hold of her shoulders and yanking her backward, absorbing his girth between her legs.

  The pair proceeded to have sex with each other on every inch that the living room had to offer. There was now egg hunt. Isaac would tell her where one of the plastic ovular orbs was whenever they got close to it. She paused to pick them up, only because this gave her another excuse to bend over.

  The fitness center was a hidden treasure for the couple. They made sure to give each and every machine their undivided attention.

  She sat on his lap, bouncing up and down on him as he pedaled the wheels of the bicycle machine.

  She held herself up on the arm bars of the elliptical, while he took slow gradual steps. Each time his feet changed position, she threw her hips forward.

  Hop. Hop. Hop.

  Chapter Five

  Jenny’s egg hunt was drastically different from the other three. Her time was spent closer to something a junior high student would do, rather than a sex deprived 25 year old with full reign to do whatever she pleased.

  Her bunny suit stayed fully zipped, until after she found the fourth egg, and her body temperature started to rise from the thick pink fur of the costume. She never so much as touched Eli, her man for the night. They spent all of their time talking to one another. Interests, hobbies, favorite foods, and so on. By the end of the night the two knew each other quite well.

  Eli could not help but feel an attraction growing for Jenny that was far deeper than just physical. She was funny, sweet, considerate, and had enough respect for herself to not give her body to him that night; he thought. The way her red hair complimented the pink color of the costume gave him butterflies. The freckles that spotted her cheeks drove him wild. He had to see this girl again.

  When Jenny was searching for the last egg, Eli could not hold back any longer. He spoke up.

  “I have had a really good time with you tonight.” He said shyly, which frustrated him. He had not been this shy around a female since he had just started driving.

  “I did too.” Jenny replied, still searching high and low for the egg.

  “Would you, I don’t know, want to get together sometime?”

  Jenny giggled. “I am sorry. You are a great guy, but I have feelings for someone else.”

  Eli blushed. “I understand. I should have known, honestly. Timothy is a great man.”

  This time, Jenny took her turn to blush. “Um, yeah… He is.”

  Eli kissed Jenny on the hand as all four couples said goodbye to each other a few hours later in the front atrium.

  “If you ever change your mind, I will be around.” He said, hopeful.

  But Jenny’s attention was elsewhere. She was staring at Ashley and a dark haired man whose name she did not know, sucking face and grinding on each other a few last times before he had to leave. The man stuck his hand down her bunny suit and rubbed it up and down between Ashley’s legs. He spanked her on the ass and left out the same door that he came in, as did the rest of the guys. Jenny saw a smile on Ashley’s face that was bigger than any she had ever seen on her before.

  A ball of fear lumped itself into existence, deep in the pit of Jenny’s stomach. Ashley could never know the truth: that Jenny was madly in love with her, and had been from the moment they first met.

  Jenny retreated up the staircase, back to her bedroom to sleep off her depressed thoughts. Each step up, caused her bunny ears to bounce just slightly.

  Hop. Hop. Hop.

  The End

  Neighborly Embrace

  Chapter One

  Summer came around and my life was still as boring as ever. While spring is commonly referred to as mating season, I’d been happily doing house
work. Well, happily is a bit of an overstatement. The monotony of life had gotten to me. I needed adventure and I found it one day while taking out the trash…

  The garage slowly rolled upwards as I began to get a glimpse of sunlight for the first time that day. Between breakfast for the kids, hugging hubby and a quick shower, the morning just seems to fly by.

  While bright, the warm sun felt great on my skin as made my way to the garbage bins. Hubby does some things right, but he always seems to forget to take out the trash before work. I’d call it selective memory more than forgetting.

  My eyes finally adjusted to the sun’s glare and I began to peer out into the neighborhood. A retired man walking his dog, a few birds chirping away and him. I almost gasped as my eyes fixated on the young man getting out of the car with his shirt off.

  He was a college boy who had just finished his workout at the gym. Sweat gleaned off his muscles as he began to slowly strut into the house. I couldn’t look away. Every aspect of his body had my imagination flowing. I wanted to know how his bulging biceps felt as he wrapped them under my head while deep inside me. I needed to know how his back felt as I dug my fingernails into it. I had to know how his chest felt as I try to balance myself while riding his hot body.

  As his garage door closed, I tried to calm myself. He was my neighbor’s son for Christ sake. I’d seen him grow up, but he certainly didn’t used to look like that. No, I hadn’t seen him in a couple years and things had changed.

  Two years of college and a summer abroad meant he’d grown up. Now 20 and “developed”, I couldn’t get my mind of the way the sun gleamed off those v-shaped lines of his that lead to below the belt. Those lines led me to thinking about what was below that belt…