The Drifter
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They had acquired a hard won wisdom that had come with loneliness and age. At last they were turning to face their future together, with the brightest expectation.
About Alexandra del Lago
By day the author is a mild mannered writer of short stories and historical fiction. At night, she turns into a wildcat, pursuing her most erotic desires both in her imagination and with her partner, the delectable Mr. Ardis, who provides the inspiration for many of her heroes.
If you appreciate quality writing and mature stories along with your kicks, Ms. del Lago will make you live and breathe alongside her characters. So sit back, enjoy and let the fun begin.
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Pas de Deux
Excerpt:
They never ate before sex, only afterward, so she went to the closet where she kept her things, the things she would wear only when she was with him. It was mirrored, and as she stripped off her clothes she took a good hard look at herself. Her breasts were small and high since she had never put on weight or had children, and her pussy was shaved though the slit was long and dark. She had beautiful arms and legs, her torso was unmarred by stretch marks, and her bottom was high and firm.
She had a womanly form nevertheless, an hourglass shape, and she turned to admire herself as she put on her garter belt and stockings. She deftly laced herself up in a corset, pulled on black gloves, and then took them off to adjust her red lipstick. Her eyes had dark liner that winged out, and she had parted her hair deeply on the side and brushed it, adjusting the waves.
Damien, seated in an armchair, was waiting for her. He knew that he wasn't allowed to touch her until she gave the command. She strode into the room, a small red leather crop in her hand. She paraded in front of him and then sat on a stool, spread eagle, tapping the crop between her legs. She ran it over her body, stopping at her pubis, and as if she was thinking about masturbating with it. The longer she teased him, the more he liked it. Suddenly standing up, she kicked the stool away. He loved high heels, the higher the better, and sashaying over to him, she lifted her leg and ground her heel onto his thigh. He had a full view of her snatch, and she could see his eyes growing wide with excitement. She tapped his cheek lightly with the crop to admonish him. Peeling off her gloves, she turned her back to him, and swaying slightly, as if she was about to begin dancing, unlaced her corset, letting it drop to the floor. She had pasties over her nipples, though she had had them pierced and wore a small diamond pave ring in one of them. She bent over and spreading her ass cheeks, turned to look at him.
'Lick me, baby,' she said.
And:
12 Rue Chabanais
Erotic tales from a Parisian House of Pleasure
There was a new man at the door, dressed like a Moor, and for once Dalila's heart skipped a beat. He was the color of coffee and milk and his hair framed his face in tight ringlets. He had yellow cat's eyes and a straight nose and she thought perhaps he was an Ethiopian, though he was tall and robust. She sashayed past him, knowing her blend of cinnamon and musk was irresistible to most men, but he ignored her. That night she performed most provocatively hoping he would step in from the hall and watch the show. As she left, she anticipated he would say something to her, but he was busy helping patrons to their carriages.
Dalila was intrigued but not used to being treated that way. She went home and pulling off her clothes as she often did, stood in front of the looking glass. She was even more beautiful than she pictured herself to be. She stroked her own skin pretending the tall man was running his hands over her body. She palmed her mound and visualized him pulling his thick cock out of his trousers. She could feel a burning sensation searing her abdomen and spread her legs wide, gazing at her lush red pussy, imagining that his eyes were upon her.
'Fuck me,' she said to his image. 'Fuck me,' and she lay down thrusting her cunt towards the glass, all the while looking at herself.
Nights in Red Satin
Lauren did as she requested, and she began moaning with pleasure. Lauren positioned her cunt next to Kelly’s and they began moving against each other. Lauren had thrown her head back, and her long blond hair was skimming the floor as Kelly thrust against her.
Sitting up, she reached over and pinched Kelly’s tiny pink nipple between her long manicured nails. She kept twisting it all the while sticking out her tongue between her lips. Kelly put her fingers inside Lauren’s mouth, and Lauren sucked on them deeply. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as Kelly pulled away and started playing with her tits. She pursed her full lips and then bit them. Kelly was moving against her still but watching her the whole time.
‘God, I love fucking you,’ Kelly said. ‘I want you up my ass, baby. I want you to fuck me good.’
Lauren grabbed the vibrator and put it into Kelly’s asshole. Kelly was panting and Lauren was talking saying how much she loved it, all the while using the vibrator.
I was getting so turned on I thought I would pass out. They were both beautiful and it seemed as if I was watching a well-choreographed ballet. I felt sensations surging through my pelvis as if I was about to explode.
Just then Lauren reached for Kelly’s clit and began rubbing it.
‘I’m going to make you come, Kelly. I’m going to make you come harder than I did that first night we rode the El. Remember how I touched you under your skirt when I thought no one was looking. You spread your legs, and I kept touching you and then I put my fingers all the way inside. You were getting so hot. You said you had wanted me since the first time you saw me, and all you wanted to do was pull down my undies and lick my ass.’ She stuck her fingers deep inside of Kelly’s snatch and moved them in and out quickly.
Coming soon:
The Lady is a Tramp
The scene is the glamorous nighttime world of Manhattan circa 1954 where the jazz is cool, cigarettes are hot, and booze flows freely. About to be divorced, Madeline Bruce seeks solace in anonymous sexual encounters while trying to replicate the thrill of her haunting wartime romance with her fiancées sister, Vivian, a beautiful dominatrix.
When Madeline meets Harry, a newly celebrated novelist, her world will turn upside down as her fantasies, desires and memories coalesce in an electrifying evening which will shatter them both.
If you loved the sizzling atmosphere of Madmen, then you will love the Lady is a Tramp.