An Erotic Trilogy of three short "quickie" reads by Erotic Romance Author Collette Thomas that may help you celebrate that next very special occasion!
Heat Level: Extremely Hot!
Length: Novella Price $1.50
Blurb:
Happy Anniversary, Honey - Cassie Daniels, erotic romance writer, plays out her very own erotic fantasy with handsome Mannie Rodriguez during a sumptuous dinner.
Happy Birthday, Honey – Tracy Miller wants to be a slut! Her friend Melissa helps her play out this wish. In return, Tracy provides Melissa and her husband Bruce the best birthday gift ever. (Involves a ménage.)
Happy Valentine’s Day, Honey--Gabriele Clarke and Amanda Morelli certainly know how to enjoy Valentine’s Day and do more than swap Valentine Day cards when they enjoy a delightful ménage with one man called Antonio. (Involves a ménage.)
Excerpt:
She bent closer to him and in her most sultry tone said, “So, what do you like doing to a lady?” she asked, as if asking him to pass the saltshaker. “Do you like it straight up, you know, vanilla sex? Or do your fantasies require more? Maybe a quickie, or do you like it long and leisurely where we take our time? Do you want to fondle my breasts, suck my nipples, lick my clit, and would you like it if my pussy gets so dripping wet you can slide right in?”
He straightened more as if he hadn’t heard right. A nervous tic played at the side of his mouth. Innocently enough she smiled at him, all the while taking several sips of her wine, which had already started to go to her head. Two glasses was her quota, but somehow a third glass seemed to be in order tonight.
This one was going to be easy, she mused. Put it right there in front of them, let them think they’re taking the lead, then grab it from them and run with it.
Okay what do two Master Chefs have in common besides culinary talents? When you read Appetite for Lust you'll find out and you will never look at a frying pan in quite the same way again.
Excerpt
The melodic ring of the doorbell broke through strains of Michael Bolton’s “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Sebastian walked over and slowly opened the door. She stood there, holding a filled basket of gourmet goodies. The tailored black leather jacket he knew was pricey even for a Master Chef’s earnings, the real thing and not sold in adult video stores just for effect. She wore sexy stiletto heeled boots that made her several inches taller than her five foot three height. Despite the spikes, she still had to look up at him, her eyes unflinching. Sebastian sensed an underlying vulnerability that reminded him how well he had once known this woman. Or thought he knew her. A lump formed inside his throat, making him swallow hard.
Her delicate features let him recall the gentle feel of her succulent body next to him, how he somehow always needed to feel protectiveness toward her, needing to shield her from the harsh world. He had regarded the act of letting her go as an act of caring, shielding her from disappointment down the line. Yet, the thought of scolding her now, letting her know who was boss, and the idea of her having to surrender totally to him made him hot. He felt his cock growing hard beneath his jeans.
He noticed she wore a black leather mini skirt that barely covered her small well-shaped butt, and if she bent just slightly over would expose her pussy. It made him wonder if she wore panties, he guessed she hadn’t.
Because the white shirt revealed she wore nothing beneath. He suddenly remembered those perky breasts, the warm rosy nipples that he loved to suck, how they could respond becoming hard against his tongue. Yeah, it was all coming back. And the thought of her again in his bed made him want to come inside her now.
Her hair was pulled up into a sassy dark ponytail, giving her a youthful appearance. Long soft bangs framed the delicate features of her face. Her eyes so large, the thick lush lashes gave them a natural come hither look.
He liked what he saw. He always liked what he saw with Clarissa Casale. Suddenly, he knew somewhere inside him she had never left. The touch of her, the smell of her, the fact that she could have multiple orgasms, and give him head in a way no other woman could give it. It was the only kinky thing she agreed to do for him and never backed away from doing, as if she could not get enough. How he had ever let her go that first time had always been a question at the back of his mind. Pride probably. Stupid pride had prevented him from getting her back, had put a stop to what they could have been enjoying together all these years. He knew enough now not to let his pride get in the way of what they were about to embark upon; sex for sex sake.
They would capture the pleasure and contain it within the act of sheer lust. He knew they both would have an appetite for it. Each would meet the other’s pure physical need, because they were now more than willing to explore, experiment, entertain until they played this game out to the end.
The characters of Myrna Dunbar, Jonathan Wetherall III, Adrienne Bennett and Art Wagner return in this fun and sexy hot tale that takes you behind the scenes of adult movie making.
Novella length:
Genre: Fetish/BDSM/Menage
Price $1.50
Blurb:
Myrna Dunbar, Jonathan Wetherall III, and Adrienne Bennett come together again in Hot Sex For Four (Sequel to Hot Sex with a Stranger). Hot Sex for Four? Where does the fourth come in? Sexy, over-the-top hunk, Art Wagner, joins Myrna, Jonathan and Adrienne in the world of adult film making.
Jonathan now produces triple X-rated films and revises the latest script, where Myrna, Adrienne, and Art perform roles they had not planned to play out on that DVD screen. Can they deliver to the loyal viewers a film that will have them act out these darkest fantasies? If they go through with the newly revised script, will they be able to revert to their former selves? Or will they move forward through this new door of possibilities where a brand new reality of sex, fun and DVDs exists?
Excerpt:
“If you want me to set up an audition,” Myrna suggested, “I’m sure we can do it, but it would have to be soon. They’ll be casting next week and they’re wanting to shoot this summer in the Caribbean. Seems they can’t make these tapes fast enough and Jonathan thinks the more exotic the location, the better to market them. If you think you might be interested, let me know. Money’s damned good. If they picked you for the Caribbean spots, you could almost call it a paid vacation.”
Adrienne’s hand tightened around one of the DVDs, and she felt her heartbeat speed up at the prospect of engaging in anything as remotely sexually forbidding and reckless as what these tapes represented. She knew there was that side of her that would love taking on the persona
of these characters. And the thought of giving Art a blow job in front of others suddenly became a hot turn-on for her. They had actually fantasized about doing it, but neither had had the courage to go through with it.
“Let me think about it,” Adrienne said, knowing that her answer would probably be yes, yet she needed to think it through some more.
The corners of her mouth turned into a faint smile. “Maybe something like this could get me out of my funk. The last thing Art said to me was that he was looking for a woman who would never bore him with her complaints. Whether he said it out of anger or not, let me tell you, his words hit home.”
They had dated close to two years. Then to be considered ‘boring’ had felt like a hard punch thrown straight into her gut. She had never considered herself boring, especially behind closed doors. Boring was simply not a word most would have used to describe her. And the only thing she'd ever complained about was his lack of interest, and that roving eye of his.
“Two years of my life wasted on a man who’s now looking toward greener pastures.”
“Screw him!” Myrna said bluntly. “You can always do better.”
“ Yeah, screw him!” Adrienne responded, positioning herself in front of the mirror. “I’m not going to change myself for any man.” She picked up the other DVD and reread the blurb. Put spice into your life. Make him want you. Make her want you. Fulfill your every desire.
“I don’t need to change who I am just to keep a man from becoming bored. And dammit, I’m not boring,” she reiterated as if to convince herself. She looked at herself in the mirror. “Yeah, I know just how to talk to a man. I know exactly what to say to my man, tell him what I’m going to do to him. I know how to make it sweet and hot for him!”
Still the idea now plagued her inside, eroded those parts that had always been confident of her ability to please him. He’d undermined the very fabric of her being, creating doubts that hadn’t been there before. And she damned well didn’t like it.
She had tried changing herself for another man and had ended up divorcing the creep because he found other woman mentally more stimulating.
She never could win. Look sexy and be stupid…lose them. Show them you got smarts, and they were still after that elusive fantasy woman.
Hell, it was a no-win situation involving the hypocrisy that some men lived with.
And she was no hypocrite. She ran her fingers over the smooth covers, her right thumb resting on Jonathan’s chest, her index finger covering Myrna’s stiletto boot. She held up the tape. “Yeah, I’m gonna take you places you've never been, use you in ways you couldn't imagine, until you beg me for relief.” She looked over at Myrna, who was staring at her, a wide grin on her face.
“You’re right, Adrienne. That is something you can do. I’ll go ahead and set up the audition.”
At the request of his grandfather, Jonathan Wetherall III agrees to meet his childhood nemesis, Adrienne Bennett, for fun and relaxation. He arrives at the airport expecting a redheaded blue-eyed pain in the neck, instead he finds an attractive woman with brown eyes doing a bad job of impersonating her roommate. Determined to show her a thing or two, Jonathan pretends to be a stranger.
While waiting to meet the nerdy Jonathan Wetherall III, Myrna Dunbar realizing Wetherall has stood her up, instead meets tall handsome cowboy Flynt Adams, a man who has existed only in her most intimate fantasies. With her no holds bar roommate gone for the next two weeks, Myrna assumes the identity and name of Adrienne Bennett and not only discovers that dark shadow part of herself, but lives out all of her darkest fantasies.
Excerpt:
Myrna stepped back to assess her work. Out of the corner of one eye she spotted all the playthings she had lined up earlier that she had taken from the armoire. Playthings she would get to play with now, among them the intimidating black leather switch. She had never purposely hit anyone in her life, and wondered if she would have the courage to use that thing on him.
The thought of actual flagellation made her smile. No one makes a fool of Myrna Dunbar. She eyed the man spread eagle, squirming on top of Adrienne’s bed.
No one.
Myrna tapped into a part of herself that gave full permission to follow any and all inclinations, despite where they might take her. Coupled with the willingness to risk as well as push the envelope right over the proverbial edge.
She took two small clothespins from the lineup, remembering a scene from a recent book she had read. Beauty’s Punishment—a recommended read by Adrienne.She placed the clothespins on the side of the bed.
She took another silk scarf and tied several knots into its center. She climbed onto the bed, straddled him, bent over and placed the scarf so that it covered his mouth and tied it at the back of his head ensuring the gag did what it was supposed to do—keep him quiet.
Realizing what she was doing to him Jonathan arched against her, as if to try to throw her off, but her weight held him down on to the bed. With his hands and legs bounded he could do little but succumb to her ministrations.
Unable to see, unable to speak, she took the clamp and clipped it against one of Jonathan’s nipples. His body suddenly straightened, and he gave a low moan.
Gently she stroked his chest as if to reassure him it was going to be okay, yet at the same time positioned another small clamp over the other nipple.
Depending on what she did, the pain she could create could produce pleasure as well. She had heard Art tell Adrienne one night during one of their intense sessions, from pain came exquisite pleasure, but from pleasure, pain could also result.
Lovingly, she kissed each of Jonathan’s nipples that now held its own special clamp. She licked the skin around each one, circling them with her tongue, reveling in the moans from him.
He struggled against his bonds. Yet, somehow she knew he did not want her to stop with this sweet torture, aptly called as Adrienne once put it—tit torture.
She grinned. She wanted to laugh aloud. Celebrate the fact she had gotten this far, feeling a measure of untold power. Celebrate this sudden ability to punish, while at the same time produce inside that marvelous ache she suspected would eventually drive him crazy.
She slid downward over his body until she came face to face with his cock. She took the engorged shaft into her hands, and with deliberate steady strokes, caressed it to full erection. When she felt a slight trickle of pre-cum, she immediately stopped the fondling.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “Not yet.”
His rapid breathing told her he was about ready to cum.
“Not yet,” she continued in a crooning whisper. “We have all night, and the night has only just begun.”
Jonathan yanked at his bonds, realizing the woman’s determination to govern his torment. Again, he felt her take his cock, this time she drew it into her mouth, and began to suck it to the point of explosion.
Again on the fringes of ejaculation she stopped, leaving him in an intense frill of pure frustration.
“You have been a very naughty boy,” she murmured, caressing his belly. “We must take our time,” she added. “You’ll come when I say you can come.”
Her voice low and resolute, she possessed an arrogance that made him speculate further about her capabilities.
“You are my sex slave tonight. You breathe when I tell you to breathe. You cum when I tell you to cum. Or you will feel my wrath.”
Jonathan tried to speak but could only make nonsensical utterances behind his gag. He pulled hard at the cuffs, remembered the bars they were attached to—also made of steel.
This control, this mastery produced a heady sensation inside Myrna, giving her the courage to dismount and pick up the menacing switch.
She grasped it into one hand and suddenly felt a searing ache that shot up through her groin. Holding the whip was a turn on she realized.
The secret to a satisfactory and safe whipping is to hit only fleshy muscled meat.
A sentence out of one of Adrienne’s books stuck in her mind. She looked at the whip with its three or so inch tails.
“Did you ever think it would come to this?” she asked. “That day at the airport, when you decided to take on the identity of another.”
Slowly, lightly, she drew the ends of the whip across Jonathan’s belly. She pulled it back, and did this again and again over his chest. “Then again, neither one of us was willing to show our true selves, coming from boring uninspiring lives. Here we are reaching into that same self, digging out our darkest illusions.”
His body stiffened as he tried to make out what she was doing.
Again and again, he felt the light touch of something flicking over him making him acutely aware that more was coming.
“Yes, you have been a very naughty boy,” Myrna declared. “And so here we are playing out this little game to the fullest. Before I proceed, I want you to shake your head if you want me to stop.”
Jonathan remained motionless.
“Just as I thought. I’m taking it you want me to continue.
Suddenly, there was a sting to his right thigh muscle. He tried to coil away, instantly feeling the instrument of his torture.
Myrna slid the ends of the whip over his stomach. He flinched, feeling it started to crawl over his genitals. Would she dare hit him there? he anxiously worried.
He never knew where the switch would strike next, yet sensed her presence as she walked around the bed, deliberately, calculating each flick to his body like some pesky fly, the intensity of the whip increasing.
His cock was again fully erect, yet he was unable to cum. He moaned as she continued to inflict this exquisite pain.
“We put all deceit aside,” she suddenly said. “Here we reveal our true selves.”
Jonathan tried to say something.
“Don’t bother,” she said, her voice low, fierce, making Jonathan wonder what else she had in store, how far she could go.
“No longer will you make a fool of me,” she crooned, snapping the whip against his right shoulder. “After tonight, no longer do we play out this charade.” She cracked it against his left shoulder. “You must know by now that I am not your former friend, Adrienne.” She bent over, brushing the side of her sweat-soaked face against his.
Jonathan fought against his bindings, sensing this woman’s rancor, telling him this might no longer be a game.
“All my life people have laughed at me because of my naiveté. Are you still laughing?”
Jonathan shook his head.
“I don’t believe you.” Another flick of the switch, this time against his right hip.
“Perhaps you prefer Adrienne, except Adrienne is not here. So you have only me to contend with, and as we play out this little game to the fullest, you will learn and obey.”
Jonathan’s cock pulsated and hardened again, engorged with blood, needing release.
She mounted him again and took the cock fully into her mouth. She tasted him, sucked him, stroked his shaft. “Doesn’t this feel good? Really good. I can make you cum.” She licked the head of his cock with her tongue, flicking it lightly across like a whip.
Jonathan felt himself grow hard in her mouth.
Again she stopped at the point of his climax, decreasing the intensity, fully aware of his point of no return. She gently grasped his testicles now enlarged, wrapped around his penis.
“Relax,” she ordered, knowing the impossibility of that happening.
A low frustrated groan came through the gag, signaling her that he was completely under her submission, completely under her domination.
Suddenly, she dismounted. The room grew quiet.Jonathan realized she was no longer in the room. Had she left him there—a no-no rule by all standards—left him to think over what had just occurred?
He strained at the bindings, yet despite his strength was unable to free himself.
With the darkness caused by the blindfold, he felt as if he had entered a world where reality—his former reality—had been suspended. She had conquered the beast. Yet, he felt she was not finished, not by a long shot. Fear edged his thought, along with something else… sheer anticipation.
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