Everything Erotic
Year One
Issues 7, 8 and 9
Tales from March 1st to May 31st, 2011
Red Hot Publishing
P.O. BOX 651193, STERLING VA, 20165-1193
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Copyright © 2011 Alice Gaines, C.J. Ellisson, Danielle Gavan, Delilah Devlin, Boone Brux, Melissa Ecker, M.K. Elliott, Nickie Asher, Scarlett Jameson, Whitley Gray.
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Table of Contents:
*You can click on the title from any author to be taken to the selection. Additionally, all chapter names will link you back to this table of contents.
Tales from March 1st to 31st:
Alice Gaines – The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X 4; Wonderslut 5
Boone Brux – The Girl Who Cried Wolf, Lady Amelia
C.J. Ellisson – More Than Tolerable - Chapter 2 & Chapter 3; Sex Toy Review 5;
Melissa Ecker – Luck of the Irish
Nickie Asher – Crimson Excerpt; Flying Figure Ranch One; Lord of Shadows 5
Scarlett Jameson – A Hot Proposal
Whitley Gray – Meredith Medical Center 6
Tales from Apri 1st to 30th:
Whitley Gray – Meredith Medical Center – Part Seven
Scarlett Jameson – Conventional Affair
Nickie Asher – Flying Figure Ranch – Two ; Lord of Shadows - Six
Melissa Ecker – Strictly Research
Boone Brux – The Girl Who Cried Wolf – Part 2
C.J. Ellisson – Patriotica – Active Duty: Infantry
Alice Gaines - The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X ; The Adventures of Wonderslut 6
Tales from May 1st to May 31st:
Alice Gaines - The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - 6 ; The Adventures of Wonderslut 7
C.J. Ellisson – Sex Toy Review: The Esse
Delilah Devlin – Excerpt from Pleasing Sir
Greta Goddard – Getting Back on The Horse ; Perfection
Boone Brux – Aphrodisiacs
Melissa Ecker – Treat Me Like a Princess
Nickie Asher – Flying Figure Ranch – Three ; Lord of Shadows - Seven
Scarlett Jameson – Decadent Virgin
Whitley Gray – Meredith Medical Center – Part Eight
The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X
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By Alice Gaines
My darling Richard,
You accused me of having taunted you with my description of touching my body in anticipation of our tryst. And now, I find this note under my bedroom door when I retire for bed. How shall I sleep with the memory of all we did this afternoon brought back so vividly in your depiction of the heaven you created when you kissed my pussy? My only revenge, I fear, is to continue the narrative and surprise you with the details of the havoc you wrought on my body and then to leave the letter for you to find when you awake. How I wish I could be there to enjoy your reaction when you read these words. I know your beautiful cock will come to attention as it did this afternoon. If I could but take you back to bed and impale myself on you, I’d be the happiest woman alive. We will find another opportunity for amorous explorations soon. We must, or my insatiable lust will show on my face every time we meet, and the others will surely notice.
Enough of the future for now. We haven’t yet recounted our the full story of our recent and delicious past.
You know me to have a passionate nature, my dearest. And you know that I’ve been married to X for several years. Although I won’t share the details of my marriage, I will say frankly (we promised honesty) that X and I have shared the sort of sexual relationship that most couples do. So that there’s no doubt between us whether we can tell each other all, I’ll also add that he has made me spend. In short, I thought I understood the sexual act.
After this afternoon, I realize my profound ignorance on the subject. I had no idea until we were together....joined as the Almighty created us...what lovemaking truly means.
I did tense when I realized that you intended to gamahuche me. It’s such an intimate act and one I’d only dreamed of. The moment I felt your tongue seeking entrance between my folds, a new universe of sensation opened to me. My darling, if you hadn’t held me upright, my knees would have quite failed me, and I would have fallen. The sensations overwhelmed me to the point of swooning.
Your tongue rasped so pleasantly, lapping at me as I dampened shamelessly. When you found my pearl and teased that, I cried out. I know you heard me. But you didn’t stop. Rolling, pressing, working that tiny scrap of flesh. My heart beats fast at the recollection, and I’m tempted to put this aside to give myself the same pitiful relief I managed with my hand last night. I won’t, though. That pale imitation of the passion we shared will never satisfy me again. Instead, I’ll continue with my recounting of today’s marvellous events.
In just a few moments, you had me hovering near the precipice. I hung there, in a state of such arousal I could scarcely draw breath into my lungs. You seemed to know how much I could endure without snapping, and you used the knowledge to keep me from a climax that would end the torture. In that manner, you had me at your mercy for long moments, now caressing me and now retreating until I would have begged you for release if I could have formed the words.
In the end, my body made the decision for us. I could wait no longer. I managed one gasping cry, and you took the cue, circling your tongue over my pearl with the firm strokes I craved. I spent with every fibre of my being, my pussy exploding into spasms that rocked me from the inside out. You never tired but continued pushing me until I’d given all I could and collapsed into your arms, moaning.
Truly, until that moment, I’d never realized that such an orgasm was possible or that it could be survived. A part of me did die then -- the part that had lived in ignorance of true passion. As you cradled me against your chest and we sat together on the rough-hewn floor, I changed from a respectable woman to one who would risk all and give all to have carnal knowledge of you over and over. And we’d hardly begun our amorous explorations together.
I’ll close now in hopes that you’ll take up the story where I’ve left off and I may read in your own words how we passed the next lascivious moments. I know I’ll dream about our touches and caresses tonight. I may spend in my sleep and awake to the flutterings of my chamber all over again. I do hope so.
If I should awake for any reason in the middle of the night, I’ll pass the time in planning our next meeting. You’ve made me into an insatiable beast, and I must have you again before fate parts us.
All my love,
Your devoted X
My dearest of hearts,
That’s what you are to me now. No man and woman can share such a perfect union of their bodies without also uniting their souls. You own me utterly. Do find another opportunity for us. I’ll die if I can’t embed my eager cock into your cunny at least a dozen or more times. I crave you every moment.
I’ll take up the tale of our loving where you left off. In truth, you make me quite impressed with myself that I could give you an orgasm like that first one. My tongue is always in service of your pearl. How I long to taste your honey again as you spend against my face. Promise me that I may have a repeat performance of your song, and soon.
You did melt into my arms, and it was my great pleasure to capture you before you fell. I held you, your heart beating against my own, until poor Priapus could stand no more, and I had to make you mine in the truest sense of the word. I lifted you up and carried you to the narrow bed. Someday, my dearest, we must have a harem to ourselves where we may roll about on pillows, not constricted by the size of a mattress. No matter. The fact that I could have you in that humble place made it as grand as the Taj Mahal and twice as beautiful.
Once I had you on your back, waiting for me, I rid myself of my clothing. You tried to hide the fact that you watched me by lowering your eyelashes, but I noticed. It caused me some alarm that you might find me less than perfect. But when you saw the dimensions of my cock and gasped with surprise and pleasure, I almost preened and strutted for you. What great pride I still take in impressing you in that regard.
Now naked, I joined you on the bed. When you shyly reached out and grasped the head of my member, I nearly spent in your hand. I’d waited so long for the moment and had endured such a state of heated distraction, I almost rushed to the finish. I think you understood that from the livid state of my flesh, and you forbore any more stimulation to my throbbing rod.
This, too, we shall improve upon in the near future. I’ll have better control of myself when next we couple and will allow you the freedom to explore me in any way you wish.
Instead, I proceeded to lavish your body with all the adoration it deserves. I kissed your lips again before proceeding on to more adventurous journeys. Along your throat to your collarbone, I laid a path of ardent caresses. I palmed the firmness of your breasts, savoring their weight and the stiffness of the peaks as I teased them. I kissed those, too, and sucked each into my mouth to feel them harden even further.
By now, you were making your pleasure sounds again. Proof that I’d driven your passions to such a level that you’d accept the bulk of my manhood into your pussy. Still, some devil pushed me to drive you higher, so I used my fingers to part the lips of your sex and urge the sensitive bud toward another climax. I realized that once I’d entered you, I’d have to plunder you fast and hard, and my joy wouldn’t have been complete if I didn’t feel your sex gripping mine in mutual orgasm.
Of course, when I slipped a finger inside you, you spilled your nectar out onto my hand. Your muscles clamped down around it, signaling that you’d not only welcome something larger inside you but would demand it. How could I fail to comply with such a request as that? So, when my cock could take no more delay and your rising cries told me you’d reached the end of your tether, I settled into my place between your thighs and drove myself home.
Oh, the feeling. The heat, the wetness, the pressure of your muscles squeezing me. I quite lost all sense of the outside world. Nothing existed but your sweet puss and the exquisite pleasure of being inside you. I set a furious pace for us, not able to stop myself or even slow. You kept up with me, my darling, although I grew violent in my frenzy. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. And you held me, stroking my face as I neared the boundary and flew past. You convulsed around me as you spent again, and I answered with a release of semen that went on and on. You sucked me dry, my darling, until I rested limp against you, unable to move. Perfect fulfillment. Perfect peace.
And yet, I know that I’ll be ready to perform it all again at a moment’s notice. Name the place and the time. You cannot give me this glimpse of heaven and then deny me more.
Even more now than before, I remain,
Your adoring Richard.
The Adventures of Wonderslut - Chapter Five
By Alice Gaines
“You’ve cast a spell on me,” the woman screamed. “The work of the devil!”
Jason groaned. “Not one of them.”
“Don’t you sometimes wish we could get a regular burglar or something?” Felicity said. “You know…someone nice and straightforward.”
“I’m no burglar,” the woman said.
“I noticed. Now, look, honey…tell me what you did to the car, or I’ll have to turn you over to the Forces of Evil.”
The mere idea of the presence of the Satanic Overlord seemed to whip the woman into a greater frenzy. Her boobs went up and down in a frantic rhythm, and her lips parted so that she could drag in deep breaths. “You’re a creature of Beelzebub.”
“He and I go way back,” Felicity said. “But if you cooperate, I can keep him off your case for a good, long time.”
“I’m not afraid of him or you,” the woman said. “I demand you release me from this foul affliction.”
“We will.” Felicity went to the woman and took her chin in her hand. “I’ll personally see that my friend fixes what ails you.”
“Do I have to?” he said.
“The job isn’t all beer and pretzels, I’m afraid.”
The woman glanced at Jason. “He can do that?”
“Whatever you need, he can take care of it,” Felicity said. “First, you have to tell us what you’ve done to the Slutmobile.”
“Then, you really are Wonderslut, aren’t you?” the woman said. “I really did catch Wonderslut.”
“Yes, genius. I’m Wonderslut.”
The woman pointed at Jason. “So, who’s he?”
“He’s Sir Pricksalot.” Felicity stuck her nose into the bimbo’s face. “What did you do to my fucking car?”
The woman recoiled. “Underneath. Just a tracking device. I didn’t hurt anything.”
“Get the flashlight and get rid of it, will you?” Felicity told Jason.
Jason let her hang onto Little Miss Peabrain while he got the light out of the car and scrambled underneath. In a minute, he came out with a little box with wires on it. He made as if to pitch it into the bushes, but Felicity caught his arm with her free hand. “We don’t want to bring down the anti-sex brigade on our clients’ heads.”
“Right,” he said. “I’ll go find a garbage truck and toss it into that.”
“We can’t wait for that,” she said. “We’ll take it with us for a few miles and then drop it somewhere.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go,” he said.
“Hey, I thought he was going to fix me,” their new friend said.
“Oh, he will. Trust me. We’re both going to fix you up just great.”
“What are we going to do with her?” Jason asked.
“We’ll have to take her back and question her.”
“Right.” Jason climbed into the passenger’s seat, and Felicity shoved their prize in on top of him. Poor guy was going to be stuck with a squirmy, horny prurience freak on his lap all the way back to the grotto. No way to avoid it. The Slutmobile only had two seats, and he wasn’t checked out on the jet engines yet. She have to get there as fast as possible so they could get information out of the woman and figure out how to release her back into the wild.
Felicity climbed in, barely fitting her shoulders into the crowded cab. The engine started with a roar, and after a few blocks, they passed a likely spot to deposit the tracking device--the parking lot of a huge MegaMart. As if Wonderslut would ever be caught there. With their hostage still oozing around in his lap, Jason had to scramble to get the window down and toss the thing out.
“Done,” he proclaimed as he pressed the knob and the window whirred back up.
“Good, we’d better get airborne before the police spot us and want to know what the hell we’re doing.” Felicity pushed the controls that switched the Slutmobile from sports car to plane and hit the accelerator. In a moment, they’d taken off, and the gps had them set on a course for home.
Their guest made things into a rather bumpy ride with her lurching from side to side. “You said you’d cure me of this fever you created.”
“And, we will. I didn’t say when.”
“It’s unbearable.” The woman tore at her clothing, pulling the sides of her blouse apart to reveal a plain, white bra with flesh almost pouring out of it. “I’m so…hot.”
“Do you know what she’s doing to me?” Jason muttered out of the side of his mouth. “She won’t hold still.”
“So, fuck her,” Felicity whispered back.
“How?” he said. “There isn’t enough room in here to swing a cat.”
“Get creative,” she answered. “Hey, sweet face…what’s your name, anyway?”
“Blanche,” the woman answered.
“Blanche, would you like my friend to scratch what’s itching you?”
“Is it sinful?”
Oh, for crying out loud. She glanced at Jason. “Just do it.”
He shrugged. “Come on, Blanche, let’s get your legs around me.”
The Slutmobile almost went into a nosedive as Blanche pushed herself backward against the dashboard so that she could pry a foot from the space between Jason’s seat and the side of the car. Felicity kept the craft under control, at least until a shoe grazed the side of her head. She pulled up quickly, though, but then the same shoe banged against her arm.
“Watch it,” she said.
“A cramp,” Blanche cried. “Darn, my leg’s cramped.”
“Rub it out.”
“I can’t reach!”
“You do it for her, okay?” Felicity ordered Jason.
“Shit.” He leaned toward Felicity to get enough room to get his hands around Blanche’s thigh.
“Not there. My calf.”
Jason reached to the woman’s lower leg, which was now somewhere up around Felicity’s ear. “Easy, Blanche. I got it. Feel better now?”
“The two of you will roast in hell,” Blanche said helpfully.
“I know. I know,” Jason said. “But did that help?”
“In hell!” she howled.
“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes,’” Jason said.
“You’re a regular physical therapist,” Felicity said. “Get to business, okay, before she gives me a splitting headache.”
Jason reached between himself and the woman on his lap, and soon the sound of micro-Velcro opening sounded. After a bit of fumbling, he’d pushed Blanche’s drab skirt up over her knees and gotten Blanche into position.
“Shit,” he said.
“What now?” Felicity said.
“She’s wearing panties.”
Fucking damn. Of course. With a woman like this one, they were lucky she wasn’t wearing a chastity belt. “Can you rip them?”
He yanked on something, twisting, until Blanche pounded on his shoulder.
“Ow,” she yelled. “What are you doing?”
“No use,” he said.
“I swear, I have to do everything.” Felicity opened the compartment at her elbow. Keeping her eye on the instruments, she fumbled inside until her fingers found the nail scissors. She pulled them out and handed them to Jason. “Here you go.”
“What are you going to do with that? It’s an instrument of torture. I’ve heard about people like you,” Blanche yelled.
“Listen.” Felicity grabbed the woman’s face and squeezed her cheeks. “You want us to ease your affliction? Cooperate. Or, I swear I’ll open the window and chuck you out.”
She couldn’t do anything like that, as anyone with a brain would figure out. Maybe she’d fooled Blanche, and maybe she hadn’t, but at least the woman shut the hell up. Blanche sat as still as a statue while Jason snipped away at the fabric beneath her skirt. When he finally had her panties cut, he positioned Blanche over his member and eased her down onto him.
Blanche let out a sigh as loud as a gale of wind and followed that with a long “ahhhhh.” At least now, she finally stopped squirming around and settled into an even rocking, up and down motion that didn’t bounce the Maserati all over the air currents. If she was really as aroused as she’d claimed--and Wonderslut had given her a pretty massive dose of her sex ray--she ought to climax soon and quiet down.
“There now, isn’t that better?” Felicity asked.
“It’s sin,” Blanche answered. “Oh, yes. Yes, Yesssss.”
“That’s my girl,” Felicity said.
“Burn me, Satan. Take me. Use me. Use me allll up.”
Felicity glanced at Jason. “How is she?”
He shrugged. “Not bad, in a freaky, self-loathing sort of way.”
“Can you make her come soon?”
“I think she’ll manage well enough on her own.”
“Oh, it’s on me,” Blanche yelled as she picked up speed, riding Jason for all she was worth. “The torment. The brimstone. The lake of fire.”
Felicity reached to the audio recorder and flipped it on. The sounds of one of the purity brigade celebrating brimstone in preparation for sexual climax might come in handy some day. At the very least, she could use it to buy this particular crusader-for-virtue’s silence.
“Now,” Blanche screamed. “I’m yours, Satan. I’m coming, my Dark Lord. I’m…”
Her words dissolved into the shouts of a woman in the middle of a hell-of-a good orgasm. The screams bounced off the interior of the car, approaching deafening levels. It ended, finally, and Blanche collapsed against Jason, moaning softly. After a moment, she snorted, and then her breathing settled into the soft rhythm of sleep.
“Okay,” Felicity said. “I think we can make the rest of the trip in peace.”
Jason pulled the door to Blanche’s room closed behind him. He’d never tucked anyone into bed before, let alone someone who thought he was a heathen sinner, if not the devil himself incarnate. She’d remained drowsy the rest of the way home and had even let him carry her into the grotto. Poor thing had had a long day. Just wait until tomorrow when she figured out he’d locked her into her own little jail cell.
Across the main area of the grotto, steam rose from the hot tub. Felicity’s head drooped back over the side. By her fingertips on the edge, sat a glass with some amber liquid in it. Her best Scotch, no doubt. The reward she always gave herself for a job well done. This time, he deserved a treat, too.
He shucked out of his uniform and stretched. Rolling his shoulder, he worked out a few kinks. Before he tried sex in the Slutmobile again, he’d better sign up for some yoga classes. Good Lord, did Felicity do things like this all the time? She’d warned him that the job sometimes involved doing strange things with even stranger people. His mind had understood. His body still needed to get a handle on all the implications.
The bar on the side of the room held an assortment of decanters. He chose Felicity’s favorite and poured a small amount into a crystal tumbler. When he tried the stuff, he almost choked. “You like this?”
“Acquired taste,” she answered. “Just like doing good by being bad.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” He went to the tub and poured the rest of his Scotch into her drink. Then, he set his glass onto the floor and climbed in with her.
“You did well tonight,” she said. “Dave and Eileen were an easy assignment, but you handled Blanche, too.”
“Did I have any choice?”
“Your cock performed. Anything more than that is gravy.”
“Are you sure you didn’t use your magic on me?”
She gave him the glare she did every time he asked that question. After all, he’d repeated it dozens of times, and she always gave him the same answer. If they were going to work together, she needed his trust.
He held up his hand in a surrender gesture. “Sorry.”
“You’re good, Jason. I wouldn’t have taken you on as a partner if you weren’t.”
Okay, the compliment was a start. Now, if he could work up the nerve, he could ask her what had been buzzing in his mind since they’d left Denver. Before tonight and his success on his first mission, he wouldn’t have dared to ask for what he really wanted. “Make me your partner for real.”
She sat up straight. “What do you mean by that?”
“I want to sleep with you.”
“You sleep with me all the time.”
“I don’t mean sex. I want to sleep with you. In your room. In the house upstairs.”
“Why?”
“Why?” he repeated. “Why not?”
“That’s no answer.”
It wasn’t, but the fact that she was resisting said that the request made her uncomfortable, and that told him that this issue meant something to her. Could it be that what had bugged him ever since they’d left Dave and Eileen had also stuck in the back of her mind? “Wouldn’t you like to have a little of what Desperate and her husband were sharing when we left?”
“Don’t take the job too seriously.”
“So, that meant nothing to you?” he said.
She shrugged. “I dunno.”
Liar. “If it was so unimportant, you have no reason to keep me out of your bed tonight. Upstairs. In your room.”
By Boone Brux
Heady bouquets of hyacinth and roses surrounded Wolfgang with calming scents. His Sounds of Nature CD whispered around the flower shop, blending with the Zen fountain gently spilling its stream of water from one copper lily pad to the next. The Flower Emporium had become his sanctuary, a place that kept him calm and centered. A place that tamed his animal nature.
Slipping the last sprig of Baby’s Breath into a white vase, he stepped back to eye his creation. He cocked his head. Not quite right. Pinching the gossamer material between his thumb and index finger, and straightened the baby-blue bow.
“Perfect.”
How could somebody like him create something so beautiful and delicate? He embodied everything these flowers were not, dark, brooding, and deadly when he wanted to be. It had only been within the last six months he’d gained control over the wolf lurking inside him and found some semblance of peace with his business and his new love, Bo Peep.
The soft tinkle of bells jingled as the front door of the shop swung open. Wolfgang glanced up and silently groaned. Great, the Swinefeld boys. That’s all he needed today. He still had a lot to do before the Muffet wedding tomorrow. Setting aside the finished centerpiece, Wolfgang leaned against the counter. Exude friendliness—invite friendship. He chanted his therapist’s mantra and smiled.
“Morning boys.”
“Morning Wolfgang,” the men said in unison.
The three short, round brothers move as one, jostling each other as they bellied up to the counter, its edge hitting them at chest level. Wolfgang leaned down on his elbows as not to intimidate them. That was part of his therapy too, not being intimidating—not giving people the impression he could rip out their throats if he got the urge.
“What can I do for you guys? Is it your mother’s birthday already?”
Three heads shook simultaneously. “No,” Jimmy said. “We’re here to buy flowers for our future wives.”
Wolfgang raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? And who are the lucky ladies?”
“Don’t know yet,” said Dean. “But one must pounce on opportunity when it presents itself.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Wolf. “Know what I mean?”
“Sorry, no,” Wolfgang said.
“The Pixie Plant,” Link chimed in.
Wolf narrowed his gaze as a feeling of unease slid across his skin. That’s where Bo worked. “What about the Pixie Plant?”
The boys glanced at each other. “Why the explosion, of course,” they said in unison.
“What explosion?” His voice ricocheted through the shop. The Swinefelds jumped back, their eyes going wide.
“I-i-it exploded this morning,” Jimmy ventured. “Nobody was hurt, but all that Frisky Fairy Dust has caused quite a stir.”
“What!?” Rage raced through Wolf as he struggled for control. He curled his fingers into his palms to hide the elongating claws.
“Uh, did you have somebody special working there?” Link asked. “Maybe we saw them. We were there earlier.”
Wolf gritted his teeth and tried to keep the growl out of his voice. “Bo,” he panted, “Peep.”
“Oh yeah, we saw her,” Dean squealed. Jimmy thrust an elbow in his brother’s ribs. “Uh, what I meant to say was—yes—we saw her and she looked fine. More than fine. Great even.”
Jimmy pushed Dean aside and smiled at Wolfgang, but stared slightly above his head. “Uh yes, we saw Bo and she looked just fine. She’ll probably call you later today. I wouldn’t worry too much about her. Like we said, nobody was hurt.”
Something in the way the boys wouldn’t look him directly in the eye raised his hackles. Turning, he pulled open the cooler door and grabbed several bouquets from the tall black buckets. Cold water splattered his hands and shoes as he shoved the flowers into the arms of the men.
“Take these and leave.” Whatever happened at the plant, it couldn’t be good. He’d been under the influence of Frisky Dust before and knew its results. Images of Bo straddling some other guy raced through his mind. “Go--now.”
The Swinefelds stumbled toward the front of the store with their bundles. “How much?” Link gulped.
“Free. Go!” Wolf growled and licked his lips. His canines lengthened and the sudden craving for bacon swamped him. “Go!”
The three porkers shoved and elbowed each other through the door, their wide bodies wedging tightly in the opening. Wolfgang stalked toward them and gave Jimmy, or maybe it was Dean, a rough shove, dislodging the butterballs from his doorway. They tumbled backward, their flowers going one way as their bodies spilled the other.
Wolfgang didn’t stop to help. Cramming the key in the lock, he twisted it, and headed down the sidewalk. Blood pounded in his ears as his walk changed to a jog, and then into a run. He needed to get to Bo.
The animal clawed for release. Wolfgang gritted his teeth, holding the beast in check as he picked up speed. He would not transform. He would not morph, lose control, and possibly hurt somebody. His muscles strained to grow and his shirt tightened across his back as images of Bo jacked up on Frisky Fairy Dust fogged his mind allowing anger to sneak under his barrier. His control slipped. The sound of ripping scraped against his ears as the shirt tore across his shoulders.
A growl clogged his throat but he kept it silenced. He struggled to find his well of calm the therapist had helped him build, but it eluded him. There was nothing to draw on. Sensing this, the beast beat against the fragile wall of Wolfgang’s prison, hammering to be free.
People jumped to the side as he raced past them. Colors blurred then faded to shades of gray. His body hunched and he found himself running on all fours. Screams issued from a crowd he passed but he didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. Compelled to get to Bo—he pushed on.
Flashing lights and noise assaulted his senses, but he barrelled through the crush of emergency vehicles and rescue personnel. He stopped at the edge of the Pixie Processing Plant grounds, panting and scanning the grounds. Too much, too many people and…
The scent of sex wafted around him. He closed his eyes absorbing the raw energy and odors of the scene. A small section of his humanity slipped into place and his body made the subtle shift back to human form. Muscles still bulged and his heightened senses raged, but he could stand.
Rising on human legs, he sniffed the air. Bo was here. He lowered his head and searched the front lawn. Surely his vision played tricks on him. Naked bodies writhed everywhere, thrusting and fucking. Moans from the participants met his ears, taunting and teasing the animal he’d kept locked away since his attempt at a normal relationship with Bo. But this—the pulsing bodies and moist scent of musk pushed him over the edge.
Giving the wolf free reign, he tilted his head back and released a howl. Emergency crews backed away and for good reason. He was dangerous when he walked on with the beast, only thoughts of Bo kept him from fully turning.
He stomped into the fray, stepping over undulating bodies. He could smell her. She was close. Three people lay on the ground before him. One man had his face buried in the pussy of a naked woman. Her legs spread wide as the man devoured her, rubbing his face against her snatch. Another man covered her face with his body, his ass thrusting toward her head. Wolfgang couldn’t see enough to identify her, only glimpse the long blonde curls spilling out from under the man she sucked.
Wolfgang roared and shoved the man aside. The man cried out as he sailed through the air and landed on his back. Just as quickly another half-naked woman climbed onto his lap and mounted his engorged cock, intent on finishing the job.
Wolfgang looked down at the blonde. It wasn’t Bo. The woman smiled and held out her arms to him, her mouth puffy and pink from sucking. His cock stirred, stiffening against his shredded pants. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, again sniffing the air. Stepping over the woman, he headed deeper into the mass of bodies. He glanced over his shoulder at the blonde, but she’d already forgotten him and now gave her full attention the man teasing her pussy.
Again the beast roared, wanting to fuck, not kill. Too much sex—too many scents, it needed release. His body shuddered as he kept moving, concentrating on locating Bo by smell. The human part of him worried what he would do when he found her. The animal part knew exactly what he would do.
He stopped and narrowed his gaze. There she lay, naked except for a pair of hot pink panties. His eyes locked on her roving hand dipping under the edge of pink material to rub. His cock strained, needing to be where her hand teased. He couldn’t move, could only stare as he watched his girlfriend openly played with her pussy.
Bo’s back arched and thrust her finger deep. Slipping her other hand into her panties, her finger flicked her nub. A low keening twined its way from her lips to his ears. Wolfgang stepped closer, mesmerized by her hungry movements. She moaned and gyrated, bringing herself to orgasm.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man crawling toward Bo. Wolfgang’s gaze snapped to the intruder. The man inched closer, stroking his dick and licking his lips. A roar tore from Wolf’s throat as he barrelled toward the couple. The man’s eyes rounded as he fell back and crab walked away from him. Wolfgang crouched over Bo, covering her body and snarling. Several people stopped their thrusts and moans long enough to give him a cursory glance, but then resumed their activities.
“Wolfie,” cooed a voice from underneath him. Her hands drifted down his chest and rubbed his raging erection through the remains of his pants. “I was just thinking about you.”
He growled, leaning down to press his nosed to her neck. With short puffs, he sniffed. Pheromones poured from her and took every ounce of strength he possessed not to mount her right here. His nose traveled lower, processing the scent of every person who had touched her. Nuzzling her legs, he hooked her panties with an elongated nail and pulled them partway down. He sniffed her pussy. She giggled and spread her thighs, threading her fingers through his hair to draw him closer.
He couldn’t help himself. He licked—she cooed—he nuzzled—she moaned. Turning his head, he rubbed his cheek against her as if marking her with his scent. He wanted his scent everywhere—wanted other males to know she belonged to him.
Rational thought kicked in. Humans didn’t mark their women with scent. Humans didn’t usually fuck their women on the front lawn of their workplace. He shuddered and pushed the feral desire to mount Bo aside. Not here—not in front of everybody. He wouldn’t disrespect her that way.
He pushed up and stood, catching himself before he fell again as the dust began to take effect. His body battled between human and wolf, but it was a war his human side was quickly losing. Scooping up Bo, he tossed her over his shoulder and ran toward the forest. Close to his secluded cabin, he headed for it knowing nobody would bother them there.
Her arousal filled his nostrils and her giggles rang in his ears. Boy, she was really jacked up. But then again, so was he. The trees blurred as he raced through the forest and within minutes he stood in front of his cabin. Not wasting time with his keys, he kicked the door open and stomped inside.
Stalking to the hug log bed, Wolfgang flipped Bo from his shoulder and threw her onto the thick down comforter. She stretched and smiled, sliding her limbs against the white material. She looked beautiful. Animal need poured through him, pushing every learned technique to restrain the beast right out the window.
He snagged the thin band of pink elastic with a newly emerged claw and ripped the panties from her body. She gasped, then smiled and slid a hand down her stomach to rub her clit. With aching slowness she dipped her finger between her folds and pumped twice. Wolf stared, his cock painfully tightening against his pants. Bo dragged her hand free and held her fingers out to him.
“Want me?”
He growled and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a sitting position. His tongue slipped out to lick her finger. “I don’t think you can handle me.”
She stood and rubbed against him. “I can take anything you can dish out.”
A deep rumble emanated in his chest. “I’m not myself, Bo.”
“I can see that, but neither am I.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“A little pain can be fun sometimes,” she countered, giving her ass a smack.
She eased down his body and knelt in front of him. Unsnapping his jeans, she pulled down the zipper, to free his cock. Warm, wet lips closed around the engorged head, licking and kissing him. He thrust into her mouth and felt her moan. He fought the impulse to grab her head and fuck her hot mouth until he came. The beast wanted his release, and in a rare moment of agreement, so did the human.
Snatching Bo from the floor, he tossed her face down on the bed. Her laughter floated up from the frothy duvet. He covered her body, pressing his shaft against her round ass.
“Oooo,” she moaned. “I like that.”
Wolf nudged her legs apart and pulled her onto her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass against him, rubbing against his thick cock.
“God, I want to fuck you. Bury my cock in your hot pussy and fuck you until I come.”
“What’s stopping you, Wolfie?” She looked over her shoulder and circled her ass once again. “Do it.” He froze, afraid to believe she wanted it. Afraid to believe she didn’t. “Now!”
Her command broke his resistance. Spreading her lips, he positioned his cock against her pink flesh and drove it in. Shudders raced over him as tight velvet gripped his shaft. He drew out and thrust again.
“Yeah, Wolfie, fuck me.”
Those four words released the beast. Hunching over Bo, he drove deep, pistoning against her ass. The smell from her Jasmine shampoo mingled with her sexual musk, driving him into a frenzy. Sweeping her arms out from under her, he pushed her face to the bed. Whimpers and a whispered ‘yes’ issued from Bo full pink lips. He held her arms captive above her head with one hand and reach under their bodies to flick her engorged clit with his other. Draping his body along her back, he latched on to the back of her neck with his teeth and pinned her in place.
“Yeah—Wolf—yeah.” Her muffled words came out in short bursts, urging him on, begging for more.
Deeper and faster he thrust. She belonged to him. Bo was his woman and he’d kill anybody who touched her. His barriers dropped as the pulling sensation intensified, dragging him toward the edge. Bo lay spread wide, open to his touch and cock. He rode her—fucked her—marked her.
Heat rushed through him and he pushed one final time. He came, pouring himself into her. Through the dim haze of gray, he heard Bo cry out. His shaft pumped, emptying itself, giving her everything. As his euphoria abated, his more rational side slipped into place. What had he done?
His limbs were like rubber as he rolled off Bo and sat up. She didn’t move. God, what had he done? He turned her over and gasped at her swollen lips and blank stare.
“Did I hurt you?” He lifted her limp body into his arms.
“Uh huh.” Her eyes fluttered open and a grin spread across her face. “You’re a real animal.” Her lids drifted closed again and her breathing deepened.
Shame and guilt assaulted him. He’d just destroyed six months of trust, sharing, and therapy. Everything he’d worked for was gone. Pulling Bo into a loose embrace, he cradled her as if she would break. Morning would come too soon and then he’d have to pay the piper.
By Boone Brux
A deep voice growled in Lady Amelia’s ear. “Where is your husband?”
Shivers raced up her neck from the caress of Lord Elton’s warm breath. She flicked open her fan and covered her mouth. Turning her head slightly, she fluttered the delicate fabric. “Otherwise disposed in the gambling parlor.”
She stilled herself, trying to appear poised and relaxed as James Elton’s hand slid down the rounded curve of her ass and squeezed.
“Meet me in the alcove by the library.” He pinched her cheek, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Amelia’s nipples tightened against her power blue bodice. She fluttered the fan faster and gave a single nod.
The ballroom suddenly felt oppressive. Her skin flushed from the short contact with her lover and the anticipation of what was to come—hopefully her. She watched the dancers, silently counting to one hundred before making her discrete departure. Pushing through the crush, she smiled and fluttered her fan, acting as if she needed fresh air.
She reached the terrace doors and gave a quick glance over her shoulder. Nobody watched, each guest thoroughly absorbed with their own activities and the sparkling grandeur of Lady Amelia Collis’s May Day Spring Ball. Ignoring the wide French doors leading to the gardens, she slipped along the hallway and up the spiralling staircase.
Slowing her pace but not her racing heart, Amelia made idle conversation with the milling guest on the second floor. She chatted about the dancers swirling below them, the menu for the late dinner, and many other topics she had no interest in. All she wanted was to race to the dark niche and into her lover’s arms.
With as much grace as she could muster, Amelia extricated herself from the conversation flowing around her and slipped down a dimly lit hallway toward the library. As she neared the alcove a strong hand grabbed her and hauled her into the dark recess. James backed Amelia against the wall and covered her body with his.
“I thought you’d never get here.” His erection rubbed against her stomach as his hands cupped her ass and lifted her against him.
“I’m here now.” Amelia’s breath came in short pants as she struggled to spread her legs for him.
“Mmm, indeed you are.” He pressed his mouth to her neck and blazed a trail of kisses over her shoulder and across the swells of her breasts. She arched toward him, needing more—wanting his lips.
With deft fingers, James unlaced the bodice of her dress and yanked the material apart. Amelia pushed the lacy shoulders of her gown down, desperate to feel skin against skin. She tugged as the buttons on his black coat and shoved it off his shoulders. Making quick work of his white shirt, she sighed as her fingers skimmed across the hard smooth muscles of his chest. Lord Elton was virile and handsome, not like her pudgy husband, who could barely do more than roll on top of her, pump a few times, and fall asleep. But not James. He incited a riot of emotions and naughty thoughts within her and always took care of her needs. Within moments they were both naked from the waist up.
James cupped her breasts and kneaded her nipples. “Hello my lovelies.” Bending, he placed a kiss on each stiff tip. “I’ve missed you.”
“Are you talking to me or my bosom?” Amelia chided.
“Both.” He lifted his head and smiled at her. “You are one in the same.”
“Saints alive, I hope I am more than just a pair of breasts.”
“Oh—you are.” he drawled. James ran his hand over her knee, gathering the material of her confining skirt. His fingers glided along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “You are so much more.”
Amelia groaned as his hand crept higher and lightly traced the folds of her sex. Leaning her head against the wall, she watched his expression change from humor to desire. He slid his knee between her legs and lifted his foot to prop his boot on a stone ledge near the floor. Her leg raised and spread, her skirt pooling around her bent thigh. Cool air rushed in and caressed the heat between her legs. She moaned and arched her hips, searching for his talented touch.
Amelia tugged at her skirt to move the material out of the way and give her access to her lover’s cock. She stroked his shaft through the light wool of his trousers. James pushed against her hand, gyrating as she struggled with the button at his waist. Releasing the clasp, she pulled his cock free of the confining breeches and stroked its swollen head. He captured her mouth and moaned as his fingered slid along her slit, spreading her lips to his finger play. She whimpered and rocked against his hand as his digit grazed her sensitive clit.
“Oh James,” she moaned into his mouth. “Deeper.”
Two fingers plunged into her hole, pumping and swirling, taunting and teasing. She could barely breathe—barely stand as he fucked her with his hand. Not to be outdone, Amelia slid her hands under his cock and caressed his tight ball.
“I need to be inside you, Am. I need your hot velvet around my cock.” He covered her hand with his and guided her strokes.
His words inflamed her. “Yes, I can’t wait any longer.”
Lifting her leg higher, he guided the engorged head to her entrance. “Touch your breasts.” She cupped the full mound and massaged. “Your nipples.” His voice came out in gruff pants. “Lick your fingers and rub your nipples for me.
Sticking her index finger in her mouth, she swirled her tongue along the digit and slowly withdrew. James watched her movements, his gaze burning as he pushed slowly into her. Amelia circled the stiff nubs, pull and twisting. Shocks of pleasure raced to her pussy and she bucked against him.
“I need you James.” She rolled a nipple between her thumb and finger and gripped his shoulder with her other hand. “I need your cock.”
James groaned buried himself against her slick folds. “God Amelia, you’re so bloody tight.”
He filled her and it was heaven. Amelia moved against him, her breath catching as the tingle of pleasure tickled her pussy. Gripping her ass, James spread her cheeks and lifted her higher. His fingers circled the tight puckered hole as he thrust deep and withdrew slowly into her sex.
Her muscles clenched. With each thrust her body spiralled toward the pleasure he’d always given her. She palmed her breasts, tugged at her nipples, but it wasn’t enough.
“Harder, James. God, I need more.”
Dropping his foot, his cock slid free from her pussy. As she started to protest, Lord Elton spun her to face the wall. He placed her hands flat against the cool marble and leaned over her back. “Don’t let go.”
The soft silk of her dress slid up and over her hips. She was bare, exposed, and she loved it. James pressed his cock into her pussy, filling her again. She gasped. He’d never taken like this—never in such a brazen position. Without warning he slapped her on the ass. Amelia flinched and whimpered. “Do it again.”
The round globe received another stinging slap from his hand. She groaned and pushed against him. James drove, picking up speed with each delicious push. Reaching around her body, he massaged her swollen clit. She spread her legs to give him better access. Amelia clawed at the marble wall as the tension in her coiled. James growled, his thrust becoming more frantic.
“Oh yes, oh Amelia, I can’t,” James grunted, “I can’t stop.”
Bracing herself against the wall with one hand, Amelia tugged at her nipple with her other. Lord Elton’s fingers worked her nub, spreading her lips and stroking her slick folds. She convulsed as he drove into her and carried her over the edge. Her body hovered, shuddering before exploding into a million wonderful pieces.
James thrust one final time and buried his entire length in her. Holding her ass tight against him, he came. Her body thrummed at the feel of his pleasure pouring into her. As his muscles relaxed and he draped his body over hers and kissed her naked shoulders.
“That was bloody amazing,” he said.
She laughed and rubbed against him. He slowly straightened and helped her to stand. Turning in his arms, she smiled. “Damn bloody amazing, Lord Elton. I’m just glad nobody discovered us here.”
He captured her mouth and swept his tongue inside. She pressed against him as he fondled the sensitive buds of her breasts. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her neck. “I would have told them to get their own damn alcove.”
She laughed again. How wonderful it was to have her handsome secret lover—always ready to pleasure her and burn away the monotony of marriage. They dressed and shared one final passionate kiss.
As Amelia patted her hair and slipped from the dark niche, a coy smile tugged at her lips. This had been the best May Day Spring Ball yet.
By C.J. Ellisson
Chapter Two
~Candy~
The hum of the copier distracts me from my general feeling of bitchiness. Once one section of the Stringer file is done, I place it back in the tabs and start with the next.
“Hey, Candy,” comes from the doorway.
Tom leans against the frame and tosses me a hopeful smile. God, it was hell waking up with him in my bed last week. I felt like such an idiot for sleeping with a guy I work with. After my internship six years ago, I vowed to never do anything so stupid again.
“Hi, Tom,” I turn back to my task.
“We still haven’t talked about our night together. How long do you intend to put me off?”
Forever? Damn, I was afraid this would happen. Holding back the heavy sigh longing to escape, I face my fellow accountant. “No offense, Tom. But I’m not interested in an accountant.”
His tone comes out sharper than I’ve ever heard from him before, “Excuse me? Do you think I’m not worthy of you because of my job?”
“Umm… no, but I’m not interested in someone just like me. Sorry.” I switch to the next file and give him my back. “No offense, Tom. It was a fun night and all, at least I think it was, but I want more excitement right now.”
His footsteps behind me are barely audible over the hum of the copier. Hands rest on my hips and I tense. “You have no idea what you want. You could have excitement right in front of you and you wouldn’t know what to do about it.”
Annoyed, I whip around to face him, dislodging his hands. “Really? And you think I don’t remember the tolerable three minutes we shared?”
His eyes darken in anger and he leans in closer, crowding my space. “I think you recall someone named Johnny and seem to be attributing some of our time together to a dream about him.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks, I do remember waking up in the morning having dreamed about an old college flame, but how the hell does he know that? “Umm… I…”
“You called his name out,” his warm breath tickles my lips, “while I pleasured you.”
Startled by the revelation, I dart to the side and make for the door, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His voice echoes to me when the copier cycles down, “You’re beautiful when you come.”
The press of bodies at the bar is a familiar feeling—the hotspot is always packed. This time I’m careful not to get drunk and don’t sit near Tom. God, he’s like a puppy sniffing after me. I have no intention of winding up with a boring co-worker. I need a man with some fire to keep me satisfied.
Tall, broad shouldered, and beautiful walks into my field of vision. “Well hello, sweetheart. I remember you from last week.” He smiles in a crooked grin and notes Tom sitting a few stools away. “You look more stable tonight.”
Ah… the guy I fell into when trying to leave. I knew he looked familiar. “Hi,” I return his smile and tilt my head, allowing my hair to frame my face. “And you look just as nice as you did last week. Do you work in the area?”
“Yeah. I’m in finance—stocks and bonds mostly. You?”
“Numbers cruncher at Smith and White.”
A feral grin sparks in his eye and I wonder if he could be wild in bed. The guys I’ve had lately have all been such a letdown, never really impressing me… or more importantly, never getting me off. I swear it seems like years since I’ve had a good lay. And I will not settle for a guy who can’t rile my blood.
“Want to go catch some dinner at a place more quiet?” Tall and handsome asks.
“I’d love to.”
Two hours later and his hairy thighs are nestled deep between my own. “Damn, you’re fine, Candy.”
Each thrust of his prick sends currents of pleasure through me. If he’d just grind a little harder on top I’d be able to come. Angling my pelvis, I dig my heels into his ass, “More, baby, get it in there.” A grunt in response and the pace picks up, going deeper. “That’s it, nice and hard.”
Sweat drips from my lover’s face onto mine. Ewww… what a way to ruin the moment. “Brian?”
“Mark.”
“Mark what?” The pumping slows.
“My name is Mark.” He’s wearing an unhappy, kind of crushed look.
“Sorry, about that.” Leaning in, I touch my lips to his in a kiss. A warm, moist, lasagna-tasting mouth latches onto mine and it takes a moment for either of us to come up for breath. “Can I get on top?”
“Sure,” he says with a playful nip to my bottom lip.
Mark plops down on the mattress next to me with an eager expression. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” He chuckles at his own joke, patting his thighs to encourage me to mount him.
Good God, this one’s an idiot, too.
In forty-five minutes I’m back at the bar. Tommy called me and said it was urgent, something to do with work. I didn’t need much of a reason to push Mark out the door, but am happy to report he left without a qualm. I have his number, which I’m not sure I’ll be using.
Sexually frustrated and keyed up, I scan the packed room for my co-worker. “Question on the account, my ass. Where the hell is he?” Grabbing my cell, I dial his to track him down.
“Candy?”
“Yeah, Tom. Where the hell are you?”
“I’m in the back, down the hall. It’s quieter here.”
“Fine. I’ll come to you.” Pressing my way through the throng, I make it to the dark hall leading to the bathrooms. “Tom?” A hot hand latches onto my arm and pulls me into a side storage room. “What the hell are you doing?”
A strip of dark cloth covers my eyes and I’m pressed into a shelving rack. Rough movements tie the material at the back of my head and a hard body presses into mine from behind. “You’ve been a bad girl, Candy.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Tommy? Let me go now or I’m going to scream.”
“Oh, you’ll scream all right, but not in fear or anger.” Hands reach around and grab my breasts through my cotton top. Despite just having sex with another man, my body responds and my nipples tighten.