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The cool air touched her skin sending
shivers up her spine. Antonio watched as
she undressed. When she was naked he
pulled her into his arms. His hard body
was pressed against her.
“Evie, you make me crazy,” he
whispered, and kissed her. His mouth was
hot and their tongues collided. She could taste his desire.
His hands roamed over her. His touch was firm and explored her sensitive
skin. The throbbing between her legs
As if sensing her need, Antonio’s
mouth released hers. He took her hand
and led her to a corner of the room. A
day-bed stood ready and waiting.
She didn’t want to think too much
about the convenience of it so kept her gaze on him.
Antonio let her hand go and lay on
the bed. She waited for his instruction.
“Come here, Evie. I want to taste you.”
She moved closer. Her pussy pulsated.
“Bring that sweet pussy to me,” he
She took a breath and straddled him, moving
closer and closer to his full sensuous mouth.
He grasped her hips and helped her
along until her pussy was directly over him. His hot breath scorched her pussy lips before
he made contact. And when finally his
mouth met her aching wet sex, she groaned her pleasure.
He licked around her swollen lips,
dipped inside her pussy, and then curled his tongue around her throbbing clit.
Sparks grazed her tender skin.
Antonio explored every crease, every
fold until she was half-crazed. She
couldn’t speak, all she could do was moan.
Once again, he manoeuvred his tongue
over her clit. His strokes were harder,
more fervent, and she danced in rhythm over him.
She moved her hands to her breasts
and pinched her nipples, sending an electric current straight to her pussy.
She trembled. She was going to come.
Antonio held her hips tighter and
sucked and licked her clit without mercy until the orgasm tore through
She screamed as wave after wave of
explosive energy ripped through her being.
Antonio didn’t back off and she tried
with all her might to get away from his blistering mouth but he held her firmly
over him. Each stroke was like
fire. Burning, agonizing.
Every touch of his tongue sent
convulsions tearing through her body.
She couldn’t breathe.
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Virginnia De Parte writes futuristic fiction, spiced with romance and
adventure. She has three romances published as e-books and the fourth in the
series about the genetically-altered Corban family is called ‘A Stellar Affair’
and is due for release in August/September. These are published by Secret
Her other love is writing poetry
and she is published in this genre as well, both on line and in hard copy. She
has an erotic piece called ‘Memoirs of Lady Montrose’ just released with Total-e-Bound.
A love words, and changing the way they are arranged, drives her writing. She
endeavours to insert poetic prose into her fiction. Setting her stories in the future allows her
imagination to run riot and she waits for the world to catch up with her
inventions, instead of having her work dated by the constant, present-day advances
made in technology.
Virginnia belongs to writing groups and on-line critique lists, all of
whom help to keep her on-track and well edited.
She lives in the aptly named Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, a land of
beautiful scenery, four million people and a number of hobbits.
Lady Helen attends a Brighton
Establishment to be sexually satisfied by their staff. Her husband Henry pays for this arrangement
and together they relive the descriptions of her experiences there.
This idyllic arrangement falls apart
when Christopher Mortlock, from Brighton, recognises Lady Helen in London and
endeavours to blackmail her. He is unaware of Lord Henry’s involvement and
Mortlock’s blackmail plot is turned around to the benefit of all three of them.
Mortlock agrees to a new arrangement to
satisfy Lady Helen’s sexual needs and is inventive and athletic in his labours
as their gardener and employee; until the day he introduces her to ‘Fairy
Dust.’ Lord Henry’s wrath descends to save Lady Helen from addiction and punish
Mortlock for his audacity.
A sexual romp that will titillate your
senses as much as it delights Lady Montrose!
‘Christopher Mortlock – gardener
Everything you’d want from your gardener
– and more, much more. Hedges trimmed
and cravings tended with expert care and consideration.
Short Summary of Story
Christopher Mortlock is more than your
average gardener. Born in the Welsh valleys, he works in Brighton, sexually
satisfying ladies in need. He recognises Lady Montrose when out one evening in London
and endeavours to blackmail her. Lord Montrose turns Mortlock’s blackmail
attempt into a job offer and one day a week Mortlock cares for their garden and
satisfies Lady Helen’s extra needs.
All is well until the day Mortlock
exceeds his brief and faces the ire of Lord Montrose. Lady Montrose leaves for Scotland
and Lord Montrose reins Mortlock in. A brief time in jail and Mortlock is
“banished to the colonies” leaving behind more germinating than just the seeds
in the garden.
His message, left on a nail in
the garden shed last Thursday, had read ‘Hide and Seek’. He’d given her a week
to think of a hiding place. She checked
the time, stripped off her clothes, sprayed on some perfume and ran to the
library. Her bare feet made no sound on the carpet. Behind the long velvet
drapes in the library seemed the best solution and that’s where she now stood,
on a stool to keep her toes from peeping out. Wrapped close around her the
drapes kept her warm, until found. Just
thinking about it raised her excitement and her sex thrummed its
anticipation. The hall chime ten
o’clock. Time for the game to begin.
Mortlock’s footsteps thumped and his
murmurings grew to sound very cross as he hunted without success. Today he’d searched the library and in his
hurry he’d missed her. He’d come so close the drapes had swayed. She’d
suppressed a shiver and her nipples had hardened, brushed by the velvet. Now his heavy tread moved around upstairs as
he looked, before he pounded down the staircase. The door of the billiard room
thudded as it hit the wall. Moments
later the library door opened, its familiar creak giving away his progress into
the carpeted room.
Their love sessions were
usually enacted in near silence, a hangover from Brighton more than a lack of
something to say, but today he groaned, presumably with frustration but
possibly, she hoped, with lust.
He began his second search of the room
beginning on the opposite wall. She heard him opening the cupboards, shifting
the couch away from the window wall, swishing the curtains. Her skin tingled,
her sex heated and her muscles tightened low in her belly. The thrill of
knowing he would find her at any moment made her legs weaken and with a swish
the curtain yanked back. She stood
revealed, shivering in the draught, her buttocks tense, her feet barely holding
her on the low stool.
Her erect nipples ached, her
flesh tingled with goose bumps and a giggle of delight escaped her as he
stared, his gaze raking her from top to toe.
She stretched her arms up high to relieve
their tension from being still for long minutes. Excitement bubbled and fizzed
within her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against his bare
chest. His exertions had given him a sheen of perspiration. She toppled as the
stool tipped. He righted her while he sucked and nipped her breasts. He slid
his other hand between her thighs.
Hiding for so long had wound her like a coiled spring. She yelped in
surprise . He released her and as the stool tipped once more he wrapped his
arms around her waist to hold her steady.
“Minx.” He picked her up and
threw her over his shoulder so her breasts rested on his back and her arse
received a swift spank.
He marched with her, out of the
library, and down the passage to the billiard room. With care, he placed her on the billiard
table, already covered with an eiderdown from one of the guest rooms upstairs.
He’d been busy while he’d been
searching. Without a word he leapt onto the table and spread her legs apart.
Kneeling between her thighs he trailed his tongue in circles over her belly, up
to her breasts where he circled and licked till she made protesting
Desire surged through her limbs
dampening her thighs and she moaned with frustration. With a sudden grab he
lifted her hips and flipped her over.
Her arms flailed to catch up. He
pulled her rump, raising it and in response she knelt resting on her hands.
Without pause he rammed his cock into her and pumped. She lowered herself onto
her elbows. He held her fast at the hips pulling her back towards his body with
every thrust, his strength such to render her helpless, yet sweetly so. She was
possessed by male desire - and she loved
his energy. She closed her eyes and wished it was Henry making love to her at
this moment. Her sadness was overwhelmed
by her body’s response.
Her clit rejoiced in being
bumped by his balls with each thrust.
She shifted her weight and stretched under her belly to reach back and
grab them. They nestled in her hand and each
time he reared back, she pulled them forwards across her hot wet sex. They stretched and he moaned, thrusting
faster. Her tight grip obviously excited him. She squeezed and rolled his balls
harder in response, until they shared a mutual explosion of heat. She enjoyed the sweeping sensation of the
climax that rose from her clit, soared up her spine to her head and retreated
slowly down again. Her limbs weakened and she folded to the quilt, taking him
down with her. She rolled onto her back.
“Did I move to fast then, and
“Not likely. Look.” He crawled
up, his knees on each side of her and displayed his cock, still stretched out
hard and erect from his crotch, pointing towards his navel, his balls swinging
with the movement. A triumphant smile
lit his face.
“More?” he asked and she
reached up and wrapped her hands around his shaft and sac, feeling his balls
tighten and rise in anticipation. He lowered his cock to her face, but she
turned her head away.
“Not today thank you.” Always polite, she smiled.
“Well I guess I’d better get back to the
garden.” He jumped off the billiard
table and she was glad Henry didn’t know they had romped on his sacred green
“A moment, Mortlock.” She
rolled on to her side, and propped her head on her hand. “My husband will be
joining us next Thursday.” His face adopted a mask of servility, but not before
she’d notice the flash of surprise.
“Ah, a ménage a trois. Very well m’lady.
Until then.” He tugged his forelock and she recognised an air of
arrogance behind the gesture. There was nothing servile about Mortlock at all.
How he loved to play-act.
Left with the job of taking the
eiderdown back she wrapped it around her shoulders. A chill brushed her naked body as the heat of
her orgasm faded and covered in the feather-downed quilt she climbed the
Standing under a hot shower in
her en-suite, luxuriating in the flow of the water over her back and buttocks
she pictured Matlock showering in his rather grand garden shed. In her mind his
hands were covered in bubbles as he stroked his appendage. Such a satisfying piece of equipment she thought, a chuckle rising
in her throat.
Imagine yourself sharing the same apartment with someone,
other than just a relative, you grew up with. He/She shared the same desires as
you. There’s a perfect storm between you two, and you don’t know where it’s
going from there. Imagine yourself, at a moment of weakness, having sex with
the person. Does it become an addiction that you don’t want to let go? Yet, you
both agreed that you don’t want to be serious, but beneficial and convenient
for each other. Could it lead to something like love or just lust in the end?
One would have to give; one way or another.
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Daryl and Marisol had sex together for the first time, and their feelings about it left them sleepless for the night. The two discussed about their encounter, and decided to leave it as a one-time thing. But could they keep it as a one-time thing?
EXCERPT: Love Out Of Lust – Part Two
Marisol stepped away from the kitchen and walked down the
hallway. She disrobed before stepping into the bathroom. All she was wearing
was the underwear from last night and nothing else. She opened the bathroom
door and entered. She hung her robe on the hook on the back of the door and
took off her panties. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. She was going
to shower with her friend, her roommate, someone she’d fantasized about for a
“Daryl, we need to talk.”
“Couldn’t this wait?”
“No. I want to get this off my chest.”
“Off your chest?” his tone was disbelieving. “I thought
we agreed it was a onetime thing?”
“Come on, Daryl, who are we kidding? I want you just as
bad as you want me. And I know you feel the same way.” She entered the shower
and saw Daryl holding on to a bar of soap. At the same time, she noticed his
erection. She couldn’t help noticing it. She gave an impish grin. “Mind if I
She took a step closer and wrapped her arms around his
shoulders. Their lips touched, their kiss intensified. They explored each other’s
mouths with their tongues. She felt the water spray her face, wetting her body,
causing her hair to dampen, but that didn’t matter. She was in Daryl’s arms;
safe and sound and full of lust.
Not only was she in his arms, but she felt his cock
pressed against her tummy, causing a delicious ache in her center. Marisol
flashed back to the first time she felt him inside her. He was so long and
hard, she couldn’t believe he was able to fit so perfectly. His thrusts had
been so strong and passionate, she could climax at the very thought of him
buried inside her.
Daryl & Marisol have been best friends since childhood, and live together as roommates. The two never developed this attraction, until one night when Marisol admitted some things to him out of a moment of weakness, and Daryl pursued those feelings himself. When their moment of weakness turns into something sexual, where does their friendship lead from there?
EXCERPT: Love Out Of Lust – Part One.
nodded. Then she shook her head. “We’ve been friends for so long. I can’t believe
I’m confessing my sexual fantasies to you.” Her heart beat like never before.
What an adrenaline rush. She began to lick her lips and a lustful thought began
to loom about him.
“I’m sorry, but
I’ve dreamt of kissing you. It’s been something I need to get off my mind.”
feel his cock ache and throb with torment. He knew what’d happened if they
kissed. He could feel his heart punch through the walls of his chest. The more
he looked, the more he was suddenly attracted to her. He’d never looked at her
that way... until now.
It was just
years ago, when he first met her, she was this tomboy, flat-chested, ten year-old.
Now, here she was a beautiful twenty two year-old that had blossomed into a
voluptuous female, and by god she had such goodies under the sexy robe she
“Me too.” he
He stood up and
waited for Marisol to get up and kiss him. Despite the anticipation, he
couldn’t help his cock from sticking out of his sweatpants. He was quite big
and impressive. Marisol smiled in approval.
She kissed him.
It was a nice, small peck. Her lips felt soft and luscious. His hard-on
remained painfully stiff. Then, without warning, he felt her hand on his cock.
“You feel really nice...” She caressed his shaft and responded with amazement.
“And big,” She looked up. “May I see?”
her to see so badly. He anticipated her touch on his throbbing, dark member. He
felt his sweatpants pull open, and when she got a glimpse of his hardness, she
moaned in delight. “Mmmmm.... you’re big. Want to see mine?”
that she brought it up, Daryl couldn’t wait to see what she looked like
underneath her robe. He’d only seen her in the sexiest outfits her delicious
body could slip in, but he never knew what she’d looked like without any