Mitch and Kenny stumble towards the infamous of Chestnut Hall, it’s branches riddled with underwear. Thongs. Bikinis. There are even a few bras. “Son of a bitch!” Mitch says.
“What are boxer shorts doing up there?” Kenny asks. pointing to a pair of plaid dangling on one of the higher branches. He jumps up high enough to grab a piece of it and pull it down from the tree. They examine it, discovering on the underwear’s tag are the initials L.J.O written in black marker. The brothers say the initials out loud in unison, over and over until it finally hits them: “Lonnie James-Osmet”
“Son of a bitch,” Mitch growls. He’s no longer looking at Lonnie’s boxers. Instead, his burning brown eyes focus on a thong that’s been flung not far from Lonnie’s underwear. It’s a familiar pair of frilly, white lace panties. “Denise,” he whispers to himself. As he takes another look at the rest of the underwear hanging from the tree, he realizes that it all belongs to Denise.
That’s when he hears someone above him. The brothers look up to see Nick hanging out of Heidi’s window. “Hey assholes,” he yells. “Add this to the pile!” Then, he flings Heidi’s soiled panties down to the tree, whistling triumphantly as it’s caught on the very top of the of the branches, where it couldn’t be so easily reached. Then, Nick spins around and bends over, mooning the boys with his skinny, pale ass.
Kenny notices Heidi watching in horror from one of the windows in her room. “You were supposed to distract him,” he yells.
She shrugs. “I thought I did,” she replies. Nick shoots her a sideways glance. And she returns it.
The scene pauses as a figure approaches from around the back entrance. All four of the teenagers have their eyes glued to the shadowy stranger, suspecting that it might be Lonnie. Instead, it’s Bobby. He strolls towards the Reagan Brothers with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Good evening, gentlemen,” he says. Then he notices the tree. “Holy shit!”
“Did you do that?” Nick yells at him from the window.
Bobby shakes his head. “Nuh-uh,” he replies. “Did you?”
Nick rolls his eyes. “When would I have time to do that?” He asks. “I’ve been busy!”
“Enough!” Mitch yells. “I don’t fucking care! You guys are still gonna get your asses kicked for the rest of the year!”
Bobby arches his eyebrows. “I don’t think so, douchebag!” He marches up to him, nearly standing toe-to-toe with the bully. “This year, things are going our way. You can either deal with it or eat shit.” Suddenly, Bobby flings a pair of Heidi’s glittery purple briefs into Mitch’s face. Then, he punches him right in the stomach.
Banged My Way To An “A”
A Sexy BBW Student Earns Extra Credit!
An Excerpt
“I have to tell you something.” Julie tilts her head, her gaze earnest. She leans in close to Mark, whose hands are already up her skirt. She pushes him away. “I’m serious.”
Mark frowns, a bead of sweat forming around his forehead. “Is there something wrong?”
Julie sighs. “Not really,” she says. “You see, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. And I know it was just meant to be a ‘I scratch your back and you scratch yours’ arrangement, but I like you and I want to go all of the way. With you.”
“What about your boyfriend?” He asks.
Julie shrugs. “I’m just not into younger guys anymore,” she replies. Then she begins to unbutton his shirt. “Besides, don’t you like me?”
“I do,” he says, pushing her hands away. “And I like it when you come over. I just think that you should save yourself for when the time and the person are right. I don’t know if that’s your boyfriend but it certainly isn’t me.”
Julie pauses and looks at him, grimacing. “Why wouldn’t it be you?”
Mark smiles. He picks up her hand and kisses it. “I’m just a tutor,” he answers. “And this isn’t a real relationship.” He realizes that what he says makes her even more upset. Mark caresses Julie’s face. “I’m not as good of a person as you are,” he says to her. “You deserve someone better. Someone who truly desires you for you.”
Her ambivalence hides behind her girlish blush. She kisses his hand too. “That’s the sweetest way of saying ‘you don’t like me for me.’” Julie gets on her knees in front of him and begins to unzip his pants.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
She looks up at him and smiles. “Since we’ve clarified things,” she says. “I might as well finish my lesson.” Julie reaches for his cock. Rubbing its bulbous head, she presses her mouth against it. Her lips wrap around his glans, slowly sucking down to the base of his shaft. Julie stares up at him, watching him bite his lip as he writhes in a pleasurable torment. She keeps going, pleased that she could get him excited. Her fingers sink between her thighs. Julie rubs her clit. She moans as she continues to suck Mark’s thick cock, a heavy beam of flesh that slinks down her throat.
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Night Fair
Kinky Erotica With A Funhouse Fun Enough To Fuck In!
An Excerpt
With blue balls as big as Harold’s, he would have made an impressive sideshow attraction. Since his visit to the bar earlier that day, he knew the carnival would be unlike no other, and he was right. But, indulging his eyes on the lascivious circus acts made his dick hungry for some action. Sipping on his beer, his eyes beamed at the sight of a familiar figure just a few feet away. When she was on the move, he followed her.
Harold hadn’t expect to see her around; she seemed to insist that she had to go home. Granted, he felt sorry for the girl. Her mother died just a few months ago; now she had to take care of that dress shop all by herself. Nonetheless, he liked her. And wanted her, no matter how hard she rejected his advances. Harold watched her buy a strip of tickets. She looked back over her shoulder, as if trying to find someone. Once her purchase was complete, she got in line for the Funhouse. It was a wide, three-storied trailer with several balconies on each floor, where patrons often stood and waved at the onlookers below. The building was painted with a cartoonish mural of what was in store inside, walls that reached for unsuspecting patrons, warped mirrors, and the like. Harold was about two people behind the girl. She soon disappeared through the circular entrance, a kaleidoscope tunnel that revolved from left to right. Her trod was careful. Someone stumbled in front of her, but she was able to make her way through the tumble while avoiding a spill. Before Harold could proceed, the toothless carnie locked the gate. When Harold protested, the carnie spat out, “We filled to capacity. Now git back and wait yur turn!”
With a proverbial tail between his legs, Harold stood aside and waited for a few minutes. Once the carnie opened the gate, he sneered as Harold rushed passed him. If he wasn’t so eager to catch up with the girl, he would have stumbled through the tunnel of torment, and fallen to his knees when faced with the spinning floor. Harold almost got caught up with the hall of mirrors; but he was distracted by the reflections. They were distorted figures in a strain of coitus, multiple bodies undulating, tethered from one sex to the other. Harold’s erection throbbed, and he pursued its hunger passed the mirrors and onward.
Then Harold heard a moan.
It was imperceptible at first; but as he approached a corridor through the strobe-shocked darkness, he heard it again, and this time it was for sure a cry of desire. Harold nearly rushed through the corridor, but stopped at the lewd sight. He then fled back to the recesses, back to the strobe-lit vestibule adjoining both the corridor and hall of mirrors. His eyes barely peeked over the edges of the entranceway, where he watched the surreal scene unfold.
Indeed, Harold found his girl. He found her in a compromising condition. Several feet above the air, a pair of hands stretched through an elastic wall and held her legs open, pulling them as wide apart as they could. Another hand pushed aside her panties to finger her dripping twat. Several other hands pinned her arms down. All of her sexual appendages were molested, but n
one as frequently nor as aggressively as her breasts and pussy. Her ass had what appeared to be a deep finger sliding in and out of her rectum. The sheathed hands lifted her up and down, and obscene gesture that made her shape wrestle with them in the darkness.
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One Night With The Devil:
My Mother’s Dubious Deed
A Mother Makes A Pact That May Cost Her Daughter Her Virginity!
An Excerpt
And now began the true heart of the ritual. Miranda had a radio waiting nearby inside the circle. She quickly knelt down and pressed the play button. Some sensual music began to linger through the air. Its melodies were exotic, a subtle, high-spirited blend of stringed instruments and arabic beats. The four women danced into a line and began to untie their corset laces. They helped each other, loosening and prying the corsets away from their bodies until they finally fell to the floor like leathery eggshells. Vickie and Richelle, the newest sisters and the youngest, danced around one another while Rita and Miranda grabbed some items from the altar. Rita passed the goblets to the other sisters, while Miranda danced with the athame, running its bladed tip against her thigh. Next, Rita reached for the wine.
The tribal beats and rattles reverberated through the forest ground, as if a menacing band of rebels were playing for the girls, in sync with the fever of the ritual increasing by the minute. The girls had taken off their flowing dresses. Their dances became more primal. Rather than frolicking and jumping through the air, The Black Poppies grind against the floor like serpents. Sometimes they’d slither around each other or writhe uncontrollably on the floor. Vickie moaned and wailed. Richelle and Rita had started a small bonfire in the center of the circle. Each sister took turns jumping across it while the flames were still tame, but temperamental. Barely on the throes of an ecstatic frenzy, Vickie didn’t see how the devil would thrill in such a mild gathering. From where she stood, they looked like a bunch of schoolgirls who had watched “The Craft” and went to Lilith Fair one too many times. And while that was mostly true, their night of revelry had just begun.
Everyone knew the rules and took them seriously: A prick to the skin, then let the blood drop in. Vickie was given the athame first. She was new and, although she had been through many rituals with the other Black Poppies, this was the first time she shared her blood with the others. It was one more way of proving herself. So, Vickie took the dagger’s tip to the fattiest part of her plump breast. Wincing, she felt the burn and tear of the nerves, then the flow of blood. Ruby droplets plummeted and disappeared into the dark wine. She licked up the rest of her blood, and enthralled by Vickie’s unorthodox move, the other girls followed suit. They almost elbowed one another to get their hands on the athame. Richelle was the next to grab it. Her incision was long and slow, the blood flowing from the wound like a necklace. It poured from her breast into the carafe. Rita’s dark eyes lit up and her mouth immediately clung to Richelle’s wound. Vickie watched in shock as Rita sucked the blood from Richelle’s petite breast. Meanwhile, Miranda passed the carafe to Vickie. Miranda made a smaller incision in her own petite breast, squeezing a couple of tear-sized drops into the liquor. Then, they danced over to Rita, her lips stained with blood. Miranda handed her the athame while Vickie held the carafe. Rita roared as the athame penetrated through her supple dark skin. Her small breasts were covered in red, she flowed into the carafe.
The goblets were distributed, the wine poured. And they all took a fateful drink. Within minutes, the carafe was emptied. And the girls flickered and fluttered as rapidly as the passionate flames of the bonfire. Vickie and the others danced towards the altar, where sitting on the edges of the black ceremonial cloth were their offerings. It was during this part of the ritual that Vickie could hear someone charging towards them in the distance. The leaves rustled violently, the twigs shattered and it sounded like glass breaking in her ear. As she stepped forward and got down on her knees, her eyes focused on the immaculate altar before her. All of the representations of Lucifer felt ersatz, especially since she could already feel his presence nearby. She sensed him like a haunting orgasm. Her pussy throbbed. Sweat flushed her fair skin. Vickie felt like she was no longer in control of her body. And it was then she thought she must have passed out already, the rest of what was to happen just a vivid dream.
Vickie retrieved her pouch from the row of gifts. She pulled on the drawstrings, opening its mouth to pull out a lock of her cinnamon red hair. She revered the grotesque sculpture of Baphomet seated high on top of the altar. “For a night of your desire,” she said. “I give you a virginal lock of my hair.” She placed the braided curl on a gold, polished plate in front of the altar. As she stood up, the other girls pushed her back on the floor. “What are you doing?” She asked. But the girls didn’t immediately answer. Rita pinned her hands down while Richelle grabbed ahold of her legs. She sat on her stomach and spread them wide enough for Vickie to guess what would happen next.
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About the Author
For over 6 years, I’ve worked in the adult entertainment industry. I also have a Bachelors degree in Forensic Psychology and was going to go to nursing school but I threw that life away for this one. Plus, the scrubs were unflattering. Currently I have over 10 titles of novellas and short stories. I am passionate not only about the writing but for the messages and themes they convey. Everything else I’ve done is to bolster and promote the heart of my books: The story and the secret it wants to share. This passion makes me work harder in other areas such as book design, formatting and layout, self-publishing, and marketing and self-promotion.
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Capture Fantasy
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Groomed Into A Groupie
Pseudo-Incest
Stealing My Mother’s Boyfriend
The Stepsister
Ruby & The Roses (Available for Free!)
Young Adult
Banged My Way To An “A”
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Hot for Monster
Road To Hell - Part One: The Vestibule (Coming Soon)
One Night With The Devil: My Mother’s Dubious Deed (Coming Soon)
Group Sex/Gangbang
Night Fair
Ruby & The Roses
A Taboo Tale Of A Father-Son Tag Team
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Big Red smiled. “Of course not,” he said. “But, I did bring you out here for something even better.” He picked up a small jewelry box from his dresser table and opened it to reveal a gold locket necklace. “A new position opened up for Executive Assistant,” he said, pulling out the locket. “It could be yours if you want it.”
Ruby glared at the two of them, perplexed. She soon looked down at her own gold plated locket, thinking of what she had to do to get it. And it certainly didn’t involve being bedded by the CEO of the company. She hoped Suzy had some ounce of respect and would refuse his offer. Don’t earn it that way, Ruby thought.
As Big Red clasped the locket around Suzy’s neck, she stuttered. “But I’ve barely been working at your company for three months,” she said. “I can’t even do a portion of the work that Miss Edwards had to do. There’s no way I can learn - “
Big Red put his hand over Suzy’e painted mouth. “Ruby will train you to be the best assistant you can be.” Then, he turned her around and began to unbutton the back of her dress. “It’s a high paying position, and highly lucrative. For someone like you, it can open up a world of opportunities
to work under my thumb.”
Suzy gasped as the dress fell, exposing her naked body. She blushed. “Mr. Rose,” she said. “I have a boyfriend. “
“Please,” he said. “Call me Big Red.” He grabbed her small breast and sucked on her dark, fleshy nipple.
As Suzy moaned, spreading her legs apart so that Alfie Sr. can feel her wet pussy, Ruby rolled her eyes. Why was she so surprised that Suzy gave it up to Big Red so easily? She thought about returning to the party downstairs, but when Suzy began to unzip his pants, Ruby couldn’t pry herself away from the door.
“Do you know why they call me Big Red?” He asked her. Suzy naively shook her head, but she soon figured out why. His cock was a thick slab of stiff meat that trembled in her hand. She stroked his penis as he kissed her passionately on the lips, barely able to wrap her fingers around him.
At the sight of his swollen cock, Ruby’s pussy quivered. He was far bigger than Alfie Jr., that was for sure. She watched Big Red prod the tip of his penis through her pursed lips, pre-come dribbling from his hole. Ruby rubbed her thighs together, growing increasingly wet. She hadn’t thought of Mr. Rose in a sexual way before tonight. He seemed like he was too busy and above the urge to pursue his desires. But, it was clear that Ruby didn’t know her boss as well as she thought. A surge of lust made her nearly moan. She couldn’t suppress it. She lifted the loose hem of her red cocktail dress and teased her juicy clit with her fingers.
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