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  • Sexy Reads – Mrs. Sexy

    Sexy Reads – Mrs. Sexy

    mrs. Sexy is the true story of a devoted wife of 21 years. Juliet Adelaide takes us along on her journey of new found sexual freedom.  She and her husband have agreed to open their marriage to new sexual experiences. The couple delve into a world of strippers, threesomes, and lovers on the side.  Her husband loves his wife’s new sexual excitement and reaps the benefits…in the beginning. The game changes as Juliet becomes emotionally involved with a variety of younger men who come into her life. She vows to keep her marriage sexy and exciting but Juliet’s relationships between her and her younger lovers complicate her life in ways she hadn’t imagined.

    Excerpt from Chapter 10: The Broadway Bums

    I arrived at Nick’s apartment and was offered a beer.  He seemed a bit quiet, maybe a bit distant.  We got to his room and sat on his bed and chatted.  I wanted to know his plan for the evening, but he would only tell me that, a bit later, we will have a knock on his bedroom window.  I still didn’t know what was planned.  I am not sure to this day what was planned.  Nick was full of double talk that night.  I always felt that he was mostly honest with me.  I knew of his adventures with other women, but at least he had always seemed truthful.  He was starting to tell me that he was perhaps getting serious with a woman… as he was kissing me.  Then he was undressing me.  We talked as we fooled around, it was a bit odd.  I straddled his cock and asked if this is like a farewell fuck then.  He said no and laughed, but I knew that I was right.  It was actually quite nice. He seemed to enjoy me sucking his cock and fucking me more than he did the previous week.  He fucked me from behind and knowing it was probably my last time with Nick, I rubbed myself to ensure I came with Nick one more time, and I did. He came on me again and another white t-shirt was used for clean up.  No wonder his t-shirts are always wrinkled.  He held me a bit, we chatted and laughed.  In true Nick fashion he spilled beer all over me as I was getting dressed. We still were waiting for the knock at window which signified something which I still didn’t quite know.  I asked Nick if I could jump in the shower as now I had cum and beer all over me.  If what was to happen next was what I thought in any way, it really didn’t make a good first impression.  I showered and dressed and told Nick that I was going out for a smoke. When I came in we chatted and waited a bit more.

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    The knock at the window came.  Then a voice asked what now, was he supposed to stand outside and jack off in the bushes?  We laughed.  Nobody appeared to know what to do now. We met Max out front. This felt a bit awkward.  I had only hung out with Max the one time, and now I was going to have sex with him?  Was Nick joining us in round two?  I still didn’t  know what was going on, and they probably had some plan that I was unaware of.  It didn’t seem fair.  I really felt like I should have been mad at Nick.  Why did he think that he could just hand me over to a friend?  I felt a bit like discarded property to be honest. It seemed like an easy out for him, and my feelings were hurt. What had happened that he didn’t want to keep our agreement up? Nick had given me the story of some girl he was seeing that he was going to try and see more exclusively, and he also said something about Max needing me.  I would have been pissed if Max wasn’t so hot and so sweet too. Nick knew that I would like Max probably just based on the fact that Max was 6’4,” and he knew I had a thing for tall guys.

    We went upstairs to his patio for a smoke, and the guys had a beer.  I was still in the dark about what was supposed to happen.  Nick was hanging around, so I thought maybe he did plan to join in with Max.  We chatted a while and then went into Max’s room.  It was another boy’s room, just a bed and a nightstand really, nothing on the walls etc.  Max had a round bed, well a round mattress on the floor.  Odd.  Max put some music on his ipod and Nick hung around.  They were out of beer, so after a brief discussion between the guys, Nick said he would run over to the liquor store.  I asked Nick to get me a bottle of water.  I had to drive quite a ways to get home, so I could never really drink much when I was out on Broadway.  It was kind of a bummer, but I usually had kind of a natural high out there, so it wasn’t too bad.

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    While Nick was gone, I laid down with Max on his bed.  He smiled at me and looked me in the eyes.  Damn.  I knew that now I was going to get hooked on Max.  We kissed.  He kissed as though he meant it.  Sensual kisses, probably the best of all the good kissers that I had recently experienced.  I asked Max about Nick’s presence and if he was staying or not.  Max was also a bit confused saying he didn’t know either.  We laid there kissing for a while and Nick returned shortly with beer but not my water.  Are you fucking kidding me?  He always has a way to make me feel unimportant.  Max jumped up and got me some water.  It got more confusing.  Nick and Max opened their beers, and we all were laying in Max’s bed listening to music and chatting some more.  I was laying with Max, facing him, and Nick climbed up next to me, behind me.  I guessed that we were about to have a threesome especially when Nick was kissing me and removed my panties.   It was nice to be laying there with these two hot guys kissing me and touching me, but it stopped abruptly and Nick got up.  I’m not sure if there was some code between the guys, if this was just always the plan, or if messing with me was just fun for Nick. We said goodbye to Nick as he left, and it went back to being just me and Max.

    I was glad that it was just the two of us. My threesome history wasn’t glorious, and I’d rather get to know Max alone.  After getting totally undressed, we laid together kissing for a long time.  He seemed to enjoy holding me, touching me, just being close with me.  It was very enjoyable.  I felt happy and wanted again.  Things progressed slowly which gave us time to enjoy the moments.  He was very happy when he was on his back, and I got between his legs to suck his cock.  He watched me.  I started teasing the tip of his cock, licking and spitting to get some moisture started.  I would look up at Max, and he was really watching me as I tended to his cock.  I would suck as far down as I could go then lick back up the shaft.  I would suck and lick and stroke and whenever I would look up, Max would be smiling down at me.  He said he could just do this all night.  I told him that I couldn’t and laughed, although I did do it for a while.  He went down on me and told me that he doesn’t always do this, but he really wanted to please me.  It was all going very well.  We were having a very sensual, satisfying time without rushing anything, and we both seemed to enjoy each other. He asked me to 69 him which wasn’t my favorite thing, but I did it for a bit. He put a condom on, and entered me as I was on my back. He was still really looking at me.  He was so hot.  He fucked me for a while getting more and more intense.  He put my legs up on his shoulders and I came as he fucked me this way.  He got me on my knees for some more fucking.  He made some comment about the condom, so I told him that if he preferred he could take it off and cum on my face or elsewhere.  He seemed surprised but excited at the prospect.  I was laying on my back and he straddled me while sticking his cock back in my mouth. He asked me to put a finger in his ass, but I informed him that that’s really more of a second date item for me.  He pulled out shortly thereafter and came on my face, neck and chest.  He seemed to cum for a long time, and I had cum pooling up on my chest.  There was a lot.  Luckily, I had wet wipes and tissues.  We laughed a bit.  He laid down and held me.  He smiled at me more and said my name as if he just liked saying it. So cute. He even let me smoke my e cigarette in bed. We had a really nice time.  I texted the word “both” to my hubby, had a smoke on the patio with Max, and he kissed me goodbye.

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    As I headed home for my reclaiming by my husband, I realized that this would be a night that I would be with three men.  I felt pretty crazy.  That night my reclaiming would also be more serious due to the nature of my previous activities.  I, of course, had to tell all of the details of the evening to my husband as he started my reclaiming process and there was more information than usual.  What I didn’t know is that he had purchased an additional piece of equipment for the evening.  He blindfolded me and tied me up even handcuffing me with my hands behind my back, which he knew made me uncomfortable.  He tied my feet to the spreader bar as he had done before, but now, there was a new attachment.  I couldn’t see, but I was advised by hubby that an additional piece was added where a dildo could be attached and inserted just barely into my pussy.  He soon had me rigged up.  I could still talk, so I had to convey details of my actions that evening as I was being tied up and fondled.  He put his cock in my mouth after telling many details.  He soon realized that if he made me gag, I would clench up, and it would force me to squeeze the dildo deeper into me.  It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was peculiar.  He had some fun with me like this for a while.  It didn’t last too long and soon the dildo was replaced by his cock.  My third for the night.  He undid me after a while, and we fucked to mutual orgasm, also my third of the night.  I slept well which was good as I had a date with Chris the next night.

    I drove over to Chris’s house quite late and was met by immediate kissing and fondling.  I made a joke about getting right down to business, and he responded only that he had been waiting too long to see me and wanted to be with me right away. It was kind of hot to know that he had been looking forward to it so much.  We went upstairs to his room.  He had me undressed and was eating me out within minutes.  He told me that when there’s three of us, he doesn’t feel like he gets to concentrate on me enough.  Who was I to argue?  He spent time pleasuring me in different ways before I returned the favor.  He always liked me sucking his cock but seemed quick to want to fuck that night.  He liked it best when I straddled him on top, so I rode him for a while. Soon I was back up on my knees before he ended up pulling out and asking if he could cum on my face.  Guys do seem to have their preferences.  He held me for quite some time after, and we chatted for a bit before I needed my smoke.  We sat out by the pool and caught up with what was going on in each others lives.  He didn’t know about my Broadway Bums, and for some reason, I was keeping it that way.  Only hubby and I would know that I had four men in two days.

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  • Sexy Reads – Jack And The Magical Beanstalk

    Sexy Reads – Jack And The Magical Beanstalk

    In this adult fairy tale young, awkward, young Jack sells their prize cow Pearly White for magical beans, naively, to a strange man in a red bikini, but Jack’s mother, Lorene, does not believe the beans will grow into a giant, magical beanstalk, high above the clouds.

    After ascending the beanstalk to a land where a Giant, Slave, serves his larger Master, who hoards golden treasures, Jack attempts to escape the wrath of Master and Slave with the gold treasures, while meeting a gorgeous naked man, Sam, his own size. How will Jack resolve his unending infatuation for Sam that has grown into love, and bring more gold treasures home to the farm for his mother and the farmhands, Zeke and Adam?

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    “What are we to do?” the poor widow wept. “We have no milk to sell for food today.” She cried and cried and cried.

    “Mother, Mother, please don’t cry. I will go to town and find work,” Jack pleaded, trying to ease her woes.

    “No one will hire you, Jack. You’ve tried before. They always call you the wimp,” the poor widow said. “Take Pearly White to the market. We must sell her. The other cows aren’t fit to sell. She is the best milking cow around. With the money, we’ll buy food and start a shop. You are eighteen now, and your talent with words will convince someone to buy Pearly White for a good price.”   They had named their prize cow, Pearly White because she was completely white with no shades of pink on her teats or udder. Jack looked into Pearly White’s big brown eyes, full of sorrow. Jack tied a halter onto her and led the cow down the long, dusty road to market. He walked and walked and walked until he came upon a man wearing only bright red bikini underwear. Jack had almost reached the market but stopped to chat with the peculiar looking man.

    “Good morning, Jack. You’re a young, handsome lad,” the strange man greeted him.

    “Good morning, sir.” Jack wondered how the man knew his name.   “And where might you be going with that fine cow?”

    “I’m off to market to sell her,” Jack answered.

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    “Ah, but you must be a smart and cunning young man,” the strange man offered. “You look like the intelligent sort to sell cows. Can you tell me how many beans make five?”

    “Oh, sir, that is too easy. It is five. You have one bean in each hand, one in your mouth, one in the crack of your butt, and one in your crotch.”

    “Oh, you are right. You are truly gifted and have smarts. You will go far, my handsome young man. The beans are magical. I dare say I would trade you my five magic beans for your cow.” There was a twitch in the strange man’s crotch.

    “But I would be a fool to trade Pearly White for your beans.” Jack laughed lightly. He was amused by the twitching under the man’s bikini. He liked the man, especially the way he was entertaining him, but knew better than to trade his cow for just the beans.

    “These aren’t ordinary beans. Like I said, they are magical. You don’t know what these beans can do. If you plant them by nightfall, they will grow right up into the sky, past the clouds by morning.”

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    “Really? So you say?” Jack responded in disbelief.

    “It is the solid truth. If their magic doesn’t work, I’ll refund you your cow. You will become rich and attract every man with your wit and fine looks.” There was more movement in the man’s crotch. The man’s dick was moving.

    “Oh, sir, that is indeed a very fine offer for Pearly White. My poor mother will be very pleased.” Jack handed the tethered halter on Pearly White to the man.

    “Kiss me, and you can have the first bean.” The strange man leaned toward Jack.

    Jack leaned forward until the strange man’s lips touched his. Jack’s tongue then explored the man’s mouth until it curled around an odd shaped bean. He stepped away and placed his hand to his mouth. To Jack’s astonishment the bean was shaped like a small penis.

    “Put that bean back in your mouth and find the one in the crack of my butt with your tongue.” The strange man turned around. “I’ll warn you, I’m ticklish there.”

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  • Sexy Reads – Lilith Queen Of The Demons

    Sexy Reads – Lilith Queen Of The Demons

    Before Lilith became Queen of the Demons, she was Eden’s first woman, eager to learn about the birds and the bees with Adam. Until one stormy night when Lilith follows a tall dark stranger into the garden and all hell breaks loose. For the first time, Lilith discovers there is a world outside paradise and sets out on a journey to find the meaning of life and love.

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    Adam lay on the ground. The sun was setting on the horizon of Eden. He felt a warm hand on his face.

    “Adam, wake up,” she woke him softly.

    He opened his eyes for the first time and saw her. She was beautiful. He lost himself in the depths of those golden green eyes. She leaned over him, her round, plump figure framed by locks of auburn curls that seemed to be lit on fire by the sun behind her. Her face was full of calm, concern, and love.

    She caressed his body, felt the strength of his shoulders, the firmness of his abdomen. She pressed her cheek on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. The soft thump thump thump gave her such pleasure.

    We’re alive! she thought to herself as she kissed his warm skin. She explored his flesh, kissing her way down his chest to his stomach. She marveled at how his torso rose and fell with every breath. She liked how his muscles flinched and tightened with each kiss. His reactions excited her.

    As she kissed further down, she noticed something different about his body, something she found unlike any part of hers. She held his unusual appendage in her hand, and to her surprise, it began to swell. Larger and harder it grew. She leaned closer to examine it, this mysterious protrusion where his legs joined together.

    She ran the soft tip of it across her lips, and flicked the end of it with her tongue. He tensed and relaxed each time she tickled it. She slid it into her mouth. The spongy tip felt good. He reached down and ran his fingers through her long curly hair.

    As he got aroused, she felt a stirring inside her as well. Her excitement centered in the same nether region on her body. She reached between her own legs, softly stroked the small patch of fur gathered there. She found a wet sensitive spot deep inside herself. She eased a finger in, then knew what to do.

    She climbed on top of Adam and rubbed his erection up and down on her wet spot. It felt good. She eased her pelvis down onto his and straddled his hips. Slowly and methodically she pushed him inside her. He arched up, alarmed and confused. She put a hand on his chest, eased him back. Her smile reassured him that all was well. She rode him with vigor. She pumped up and down, and felt the excitement and joy of flesh on flesh for the first time.

    Adam felt as if the world around him trembled as he did. Behind her, green leaves on trees shivered in the breeze. Blue sky vibrated into tufts of yellows and oranges as the sun approached the furthest edge of earth he could see.

    He felt a surge. He clutched at her soft hips and furiously pumped faster and faster up into her crevice. Her round breasts swayed in front of him. He reached up and clasped them in his hands.

    She leaned forward and kissed his lips as he exploded a thick liquid substance into her orifice. She felt the excitement swell between them, the heat generated from his climax, and then his member slowly recede inside her. His once swollen and stiff organ became soft again, and it was over. She reached down, slipped two fingers inside herself, and felt the wetness. She already wanted more. She tasted her fingers and felt the tingle of his semen on her tongue.

    “Who are you?” It was all he could say, exhausted from their activity.

    She drew her fingers from her mouth and laughed. “I am Lilith.”

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    May Ling Su is a prolific sex blogger, model, and muse. Her portraits taken by celebrity photographer Timothy Greenfield-Sanders are in the book, “XXX: 30 Porn Star Portraits” and exhibited in fine galleries worldwide. She also appeared on “Thinking XXX,” an HBO documentary on the making of the book. She was nominated for the Feminist Porn Award. Read the rest of her profile below!

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  • Sexy Reads – My Russian Master (Service & Submission Series, Book 3)

    Sexy Reads – My Russian Master (Service & Submission Series, Book 3)

    Sometimes the road to happily-ever-after begins with two simple words: “Yes, Sir.”

    For CEO Caroline Turner certain truths were inescapable. No matter how powerful, successful, and pretty she was, it didn’t matter when it came to the number on her scale — a number she wasn’t at all happy with. Like every other obstacle in her life though, she had a plan for overcoming it. The famous Maxim Volkov chef and fitness expert wasn’t cheap, and he wasn’t exactly falling in line with her wishes either, but he was perfect for the job… and extremely easy on the eyes. However alpha and devastatingly handsome the taciturn Russian might be, he seemed to have a different understanding about who the boss was in their particular arrangement. She’d just have to put him in his place… and try to ignore the insane urge to kneel at his feet.

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    Maxim swung the belt just hard enough to make her groan on each swing, but not hard enough to break the skin or bruise harshly. He’d worked with Viktoria before and she performed in most of his videos.

    He had pushed the skirt up onto her back, her hips elevated on a pillow. Viktoria loved the belt and whip. As a masochist, she loved the pain, sought it like a bear needing honey. The pain centered her, calmed her. She’d been abused as a child and she liked having the ability to relive the hurt under her terms, under her control. She said it healed the scars, the pain in her soul.

    There it was. Soon she’d be coming. She lifted her ass off the pillow, swiveling, circling, her ass yawning open, the silky juices moist on her labia. He thrashed her bottom with the soft, worn leather strap three more times, right at her sit spots, knowing the vibrations and impact of the blows would reverberate up her sex to her clit.

    And there…

    “Ahhhhh!” She screeched into her pillow, her bottom clenching, turning the yawning ass to a tight seam between her cheeks. She groaned, pounding into the pillow that had been used to elevate her hips. He waited until the quakes settled a little, then resumed the cracks of the belt. The blows weren’t fast, but rather timed with the gyrations of her pelvis.

    “Oh, God,” she moaned.

    Her arousal was climbing again. He increased the pace to match hers. And when she mewled loudly, he cracked the strap against her ass — hard. She went rigid, her whole body stiffening like a plank, a growl coming from deep in her throat as she arched her back. She gripped the bedspread in white knuckled fists, convulsing with her release, then finally dropping her head to the bed, totally spent.

    He didn’t let her decide that it was over though. She never controlled how long or how hard. That decision was reserved for him alone. Resuming his belting of her now very red ass, he gave her slow, methodical strokes, varying the swats from light to harsh and back again.

    Now that the arousal and adrenalin had subsided, the ache of the belting would be felt. She’d start becoming aware of her inflamed bottom. She went from mewling and moaning to quietly crying, which then progressed to sobbing. He gave her two more strokes, then stopped. Weaving his belt back through the loops of his jeans, he made sure to stand in her line of vision, as he knew she’d want. As exhausted as she was from the two orgasms and the whipping, her hips still thrust as she watched him wrap the belt back around his waist.

    Women.

    They loved watching men take off or put on a belt. He stroked her hair off her face, kissing her brow before walking over to shut the camera off.

    This would be another great video. He’d upload it to his page on the spanking video site this evening.

    He stood at a distance, giving her time to come down from her orgasm and for her sobs to subside. He loved spanking Viktoria. They’d been lovers first, and when that had ended they had continued as friends — friends with benefits. Although they didn’t have sex anymore, they did meet each others’ kinky needs. He needed someone to spank and whip, and she needed and craved the pain.

    It worked for them.

    He’d been raised in a family that believed in strict, stern discipline. Rules, expectations, and firm boundaries were to be adhered to, not manipulated or disobeyed. He’d been spanked too many times to count as a child. Eastern European families were known to chastise their children with rigorous methods, and although he had never been abused, he rarely broke the same rule twice. Swift and severe punishment was applied liberally.

    But he understood Viktoria’s need to resolve some of the pain and scars from her childhood, and if his own needs could be met during these sessions too, so much the better. He loved her as a friend, cared about her emotional well-being. She needed that comfort as well as the pain.

    She definitely wasn’t the first woman to admit this need, and it amazed him how women thought they were alone in their needs and kinks. Often they were surprised to find out that many other women had the same desires. As much as Viktoria craved the pain, the aftercare may have been just as important. Aftercare brought her back slowly to here and now of the real world, but always with a more peaceful, quiet spirit.

    “Viktoria. Viktoria, sweetling?” He murmured her name, stroking her bottom gently. He rounded the bed, gently pulling her panties up and lowering her skirt down over the inflamed flesh.

    “Girl. It is time to get up. Come, we cuddle for a bit.” He sat at the top of the bed, pulling her into his lap. She wasn’t a small girl; he didn’t like small girls. He seemed to be partial to a woman of substance, sturdy with a fleshy, generous ass. He liked a little wobble when he smacked a bottom. Her breasts were also ample; they filled his large hands nicely. Small breasts would be useless to a man of his size. It’s why he liked Russian women. They weren’t pencil thin like Americans — well, some Americans anyway.

    He wrapped his arms around her soft body, her head buried in his chest. She was still sweaty from the energy expended during her orgasms and whipping, and he brushed her hair back, gliding his fingers through the silky strands, brushing her forehead with light kisses. He hummed a little, gently rocking her, slipping small pieces of chocolate into her mouth and following it with water. Her eyelids would flutter, her eyes regarding him briefly, then closing again, her soft hum resembling the low purr of a cat.

    Contented.

    He loved seeing her in this state, totally at peace, without a care or concern.

    He felt similarly after one of these sessions. The steady rhythm of the whip or belt with the resounding crack accompanied by the mewls and whines of a sub brought him back in touch with himself, his primal need as a man. It reinforced his need to subjugate and subdue, with the power only he could control — and slowly release. The need to control was strong in him, and yet he loved nothing more than to care for and comfort a woman afterward.

    Keeping a tight rein on his restaurant and the students under him satisfied this need too, yet the desire to wield a whip or strap pulled at him daily. He loved knowing that by sheer willpower and control, the whip could be harsh or sensual. He delighted in watching a woman dance and shout in pain — and in contrasting ecstasy — all by his control of the implement.

    Viktoria’s eyes weren’t glazed over anymore, and she smiled at him when he met her gaze. “You came nice, no?”

    “Yes, Maxim.” Her cheeks blushed. “It was good and loud, right?”

    Maxim laughed, “Yes, it was loud. Neighbors will be looking to see if the cat is okay.”

    She slapped his chest with her small hand. “Not funny. You make me come so hard. It is ridiculous how I sound on American video.”

    “Americans love the videos, and you screaming when you come makes it hot. People like to watch Viktoria come loudly. You and your beautiful ass.” He squeezed those gorgeous globes, and then swatted one of them, hard.

    She scooched her hips forward, trying to avoid another swat. Like that would work.

    “Don’t remind me, Maxim. It scares me to think I may have sex, shouting with orgasm in American hotel, and people recognize me, no?” She shook her head, nuzzling it against the center of his chest.

    He ruffled her hair, fisting the silky strands in his hands, pulling her head back until she was forced to make eye contact. “What do you care about people you never meet? Eh? No worries. Come. Time for you to go. I have to read email and then go to restaurant.”

    She kissed him on the cheek, climbing off the bed and grabbing her purse. She made it partway out of the door when he shouted after her, “Next week. Thursday, ten thirty. We do this again.”

    “Yes, Maxim. I will see you then.” She waved and shut the door.

    He started the computer and opened his email, scrolling through the familiar names and deleting the spam. One item caught his attention, an email with the subject line:

    Wanted: Fitness Chef for CEO. Pays Well.

    He opened the email and quickly read. He no longer had any difficulty with English.

    Full time. Lives in Manhattan. Requires Green Card or American citizenship. Chef and fitness trainer to Caroline Turner. CEO of Turner Marketing. Pay will be—

    He blinked, reading it again. That couldn’t be? Was that right?

    So far, everything looked fine. He had his green card, and although he lived in Moscow and was trained to be both a chef and fitness trainer in that city, he had lived in the States for a while. None of this was an issue. And the pay. Well, the pay would be fabulous. He didn’t want to lose his chance at this job. He found his phone and dialed the number immediately.

    “Turner Marketing. Sammi speaking. Can I help you?”

    “Yes. Hello. My name is Maxim Volkov. You sent an email to me for fitness chef, yes?” He knew he had spoken slowly, but it was the only way to be sure that he used the appropriate English. Most people didn’t have trouble understanding him, but he wanted to be sure. Accents were hard to decipher over the telephone.

    “Oh, hi Maxim. Yes, we’re interested in a fitness chef for Ms. Turner. Caroline would like someone on a live-in basis at her home. You’d have your own living area — kind of a wing, actually — living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. I included the pay, right?”

    She spoke very fast and seemed almost overly friendly.

    He took a deep breath, hoping he remembered everything she had said. “Yes, you told me about the pay. That would be acceptable.”

    Acceptable? It’s more than you could hope to make in five years!

    “You didn’t say anything about living there,” he said. “But if I have my own area, that should be fine.”

    “Do you have working papers, Mr. Volkov?”

    “Maxim. Call me, Maxim, Samantha. I have a green card to work in the US.” He cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair. “I have been chef in New York, actually.”

    “Really? Where?” The surprise in her voice was obvious.

    “The Russian Room. You know of it? You eat there?”

    “Nah. But I’ll check it out. So, do you think you may be interested in the job?” A hint of hopefulness snuck into her voice now. Samantha was either a great administrative assistant, or Miss Caroline Turner could be a difficult person when things didn’t go her way.

    “Yes. I would be interested. We’d have to discuss details, of course.” He never jumped into things. Getting the details and working out any kinks ahead of time would be best for both of them.

    “Oh, that’d be awesome! Thank God. When would you be able to meet with Caroline to discuss the final details?” There it was again. He’d have to watch Caroline when he met her in person, to see how she related to staff. It would be very telling for him personally.

    “I need to book flight to U.S. so I can email you when my flight is confirmed. Is there any week that is no good for Caroleena?”

    “Oh, it’s pronounced Caro-line. She’s very picky about how people say her name, Sir.” Samantha had an edge of rebuke in her voice, which never boded well with Maxim.

    “I say it that way because of accent. She will understand, I am sure. When is Caroleena available, Samantha?”

    “Uhm… Sammi. Call me Sammi. Well, she said that she’d move her schedule around to accommodate you, Max. So, whenever you want.”

    “Maxim. You’ll call me Maxim, or Sir.” He paused, waiting for her response.

    Start as you plan to continue.

    “S-sorry. Maxim, Sir.”

    “It is just how I wish to be addressed. No worries.” He paused to look at his schedule on his phone. “It should be no problem for me to be there next week. So, I will call you with details of flight. Should I make hotel reservations?”

    “No. S-sir. Her penthouse has a wing for you. Did I put that in the email? Or did I forget?”

    “No, Samantha, you put it in the email. I’m not hired yet, so I had no reason to believe I would be able to stay there. But, thank you, I will stay at Ms. Caroleena’s. Caroline’s.”

    “Okay, Maxim. I’ll talk to you soon! I’m so glad you’re coming.”

    “Good day, Samantha.”

    Maxim hung up, staring at his phone.

    Interesting.

    Caroline didn’t know him at all — hadn’t even met him yet — but was willing to let him stay at her penthouse. Definitely not safe.

    Impulsive.

    And Samantha was overly eager to please her boss, evidently fearing her boss’ negative reaction to things.

    The good news was that Caroleena wanted him to start immediately.

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  • Sexy Reads – The Amber Voyeur

    Sexy Reads – The Amber Voyeur

    No longer safe in Brayleigh, Aria and James travel by ship to find refuge and discover what’s left of the world.

    Dangerous seas and pirates lurking are only the start of their troubles. Forced off the boat with nothing but the clothes on their back, the crew and passengers make it to a nearby island, only to be abducted by the Knight Tribe, a clan of romantic warriors with a voyeuristic culture and a taste for nightly entertainment.

    Get swept away in this dystopian erotic adventure, brimming with romance, spankings, and betrayal.

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    The hum of the engine died, and Aria heard the scream of unfamiliar words in a language she didn’t recognize. Shots were fired in every direction forcing her to duck, throwing herself onto the floor of the ship.

    James lay right beside her, covering Aria with his body, shielding her from danger. She didn’t have the courage to ask what happened.

    The warmth and security Aria felt from James vanished. A man covered in tattoos, his arms a canvas of ink, grabbed James by the arm and dragged him across the room. The second man accompanying him lifted Aria from the floor and escorted her up the stairwell. James walked just a few feet in front. The man dropped his hold on her as the passageway narrowed. A gun pressed into her back, a constant reminder of danger. Aria couldn’t fight without risking her life. She hoped these men would steal what goods they came for and then leave.

    Forced outside, the lifeboats were just a few feet away.

    The sun began to set, and the sky twinkled like a sapphire without a cloud in the heavens.

    Even at dusk, beads of sweat trickled against Aria’s forehead. Her black shirt stuck to her back, the cargo pants she wore were too hot for this climate. She didn’t dare ask where they were; she didn’t believe anyone would answer.

    They were forced against the wall. Would the lifeboats even float anymore? The old luxury cruise liner’s paint faded from years of sun exposure. What would it have been like fifty years ago, before the devastation and destruction that their parents created, taking a luxury cruise? She would never know. The Gem Apocalypse had resulted in a war with only survivors, no heroes.

    “Move!” the man behind Aria said. His gun dug further into her back, and she pushed forward on James’s heels. “Down!”

    They got down onto the ground with the other crew and passengers. Six men towered over them with guns. Aria was unfamiliar with the weapons, as they were larger than the ones the guards carried at the palace.

    “We’ll be okay,” James said as he sat beside Aria, reaching for her hand.

    Aria wanted to ask him how he could know that without a doubt. Hope shrank like a beacon of light fading in the distance. These men were thieves. She could smell the treachery and greed from where she sat. How did they end up here?

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  • Sexy Reads – Abby’s Bluff

    Sexy Reads – Abby’s Bluff

    Abielle O’Sullivan’s world is turned on its axis when her boyfriend is killed in a motorcycle crash. To break the ensuing months-long cycle of self-destructive grief, her bestie, Miah, buys plane tickets and first class accommodation for a mad-ass weekend in Las Vegas. On their very first night, Abby meets Joel; an aloof but streetwise card sharp who is drawn to the cautious and sad-eyed beauty. He encourages the two friends to try their hands at the poker tables.

    When Miah gets out-of-control drunk and loses more than she can pay, Joel offers Abby an unusual way out of the jam. Depending upon who wins one game of high-card, the alpha male will either cover Miah’s losses, or Abby will become his sex slave for the duration of the rest of her stay in Vegas. Desperately wanting to help her friend, Abby is sorely tempted by his offer, even though she is not a gambling woman. Finally, she takes a chance and plays the game.

    When she loses the draw, Abby’s once limited sexual horizons are pushed to their limits.

    With his understanding and sympathetic nature, however, Joel could prove to be more than a means to heal the hurt from her past. In fact, he might just be the one man she’d always dreamed of. Then again, he could also be a conman. In the end, only she can decide what her limits are.

    And what happens after that is anyone’s game.

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    As I shampooed my hair in some expensive, almond-smelling goop I’d never heard of before, my thoughts drifted to all those other women he’d known before me. It wasn’t the number of women he’d bedded; as to that, I couldn’t care less. But I wondered, was there a special one among them? Was I one of a number, enjoyed for the weekend, then forgotten when my time was done? All too soon, I would be back on that plane to New Jersey, and after that I would never see him again. Perhaps I should be thankful, because there was certainly a touch of the bizarre about him, and who knew what other insanity there was to be found? But some foolish part of me had already connected to him, and I knew I would suffer when our crazy-assed affair was over.

    I checked my pubic hair and was pleased to see everything was in good order. A razor would have been handy to tidy things up, but it wasn’t too bad. Just as I had this thought, the shower door opened, revealing Joel, buck-naked and manly beautiful, his pajamas in a heap on the marble floor outside, and a ready-to-go condom in his hand. He stepped in, which was no problem, because the shower was large enough to wash a Lincoln. He took the sponge from my hand and began washing my back and over my buttocks. When he was done there, he turned me around and carefully washed everything else. His stroke was deliberately slow and sensuous, and I leaned into his hand, enjoying every pass over my skin.

    “Shall I bathe you?”

    “No. Be quiet and just enjoy.”

    The shower was fitted with a long marble seat, which Joel sat down on, and slipped the condom onto his already half-expectant penis. Then he pulled me onto his lap. There was a second showerhead at waist height, which he now turned on. I could feel his cock stiffen fully against my back, and he pushed me a little forward and entered me from behind. He thrust into me a few times, then his hand reached round to my legs and spread them wide. A moment later, I felt the full force of the water aimed at my clitoris, which he held open and exposed with his free hand. Round and around he swirled that jet, and my mind went blank to everything but the water, his cock, and his hand teasing my button along. Though there was no room for thrusting, he didn’t have to; I did all the gyrating that was needed as I lined myself up with that jet, willing it to find the right spot. It was so powerful, and, though I felt him nibbling on my neck, I didn’t care. The world had diminished to this shower, that jet, and my evolving orgasm.

    “Jesus holy fucking Christ!”

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  • Sexy Reads – The Emerald Virgin

    Sexy Reads – The Emerald Virgin

    Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions.

    After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.

    At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.

    Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes.

    A dystopian erotic adventure.

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    “You are a handful. I should have known that’s why Henry walked right on by without so much as a second glance. For a brother that likes gems, he must have known the trouble one would cause.”

    Aria sneered at James. “Tell me you don’t believe it.” Emeralds, people with green eyes, are known to be power and money hungry. Does James think that about her? It’s not true. No part of the belief system created to destroy the world in genocide was true. How could James think of her like that? She may not be easy or pleasant at times, but she wasn’t what the enemy said.

    James shifted in his seat. “Of course not, but you are trouble. I can see it in you, the rebellious streak. My father will beat it out of you.”

    “So what? I’m supposed to pretend it doesn’t bother me that he ordered the execution of my mother and dragged me from my home, drugged me, stripped me naked, and stole my freedom? No part of what you and your father are doing is okay.”

    James grimaced. “I am sorry about your mother. I can’t change our world, but I can protect you here.”

     

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  • Sexy Reads – The Christmas Card

    Sexy Reads – The Christmas Card

    Billie hands his partner, Glenn, his Christmas card, a picture of them in scant underwear taken years before when their bodies were younger. Billie requests they undress and get into the same underwear, depicted on the cover of the card for a night of frolic. When the Christmas carols begin to play on the stereo, Glenn is surprised by the four bartenders from the new bar, My Man cave, holding large Christmas ornaments in front of their naked bodies to assist in decorating for Christmas. Can Glenn hold out for the final celebration in bed with Billie?

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    “Open this and you’ll find out how I’m trying to be good this year.” Billie handed Glenn an envelope.

    Glenn opened a Christmas card. “Oh, no. This is the picture of our first Christmas together. You were really devious that year. ” But he was still suspicious of Billie’s intentions. “Where’d you find this picture?”

    “Never mind. Why don’t you give me a kiss? Just like you did under that mistletoe in the picture?”

    “You have to wear some underwear like you did that day.”

    “That’s a definite possibility when we get home. But only if you wear a red jockstrap.”

    Glenn ignored his comment, studying the cover of the card more carefully, while Billie paid the waiter.

    On the drive home from the restaurant, Glenn reminisced over the first Christmas they had spent together fifteen years ago. Billie had hung mistletoe from a eucalyptus tree limb in the backyard of the house. He knew Billie had saved those Santa hats. They took pictures of each other, grasping a branch that suspended horizontally, dressed in only red Santa hats and festive underwear, Glenn in his red jockstrap and Billie in thin, red silky briefs. Of course, that was many years before when they were much younger, very much in love, and willing to do almost anything sexually bold.

    “I suppose you hung mistletoe from a tree in our backyard?”

    “No, but there is some hanging above the steps in the dining room. We can take pictures again for our Christmas cards next year.” Billie parked the car in front of their house.

    “I don’t think so. Not at our age. I don’t think our friends would be thrilled by me in a jockstrap.”

    “You’d be surprised. You’re still very sexy.”

    They walked into the house, everything was festive inside, except the tree which had yet to be decorated.

    “How much did you have to beg or do for whoever helped you for your Christmas gift?” Glenn opened the card again. He remembered the chill of the cold December air rushing around and through him, especially since he had been dressed only in his seasonal, red and white jockstrap that first Christmas. “I’m getting cold just thinking of that first Christmas.”

    “Not a thing, when I said it was for you. Don’t you think I’d be sizzling hot in a pair of underwear you like so much?” Billie bragged about the low-cut red briefs he had worn that year, purposely to taunt him. Glenn preferred the satin-smooth nylon fabric. The thin silk-like fabric aroused him. He liked to feel Billie’s dick hardening through the flimsy underwear. “Yes, you would look enticing. I don’t believe your gift didn’t cost anything.”

    “I’ll be right back.” Billie interrupted him, escaping from Glenn’s inquisition, rushing to their bedroom. He quickly shed all his clothes and pulled out a pair of red boy shorts from the drawer in the dresser. The material was thin and soft to the touch. I know he’ll like these. He slipped them on and put on the familiar Santa hat. He pulled out a red jockstrap for Glenn and placed it on the bed next to the other Santa hat.

    As he entered the living room, Billie flaunted his attire.

     

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  • Sexy Reads – Little Old St Nick

    Sexy Reads – Little Old St Nick

    Jonathan and Prescott have a fairy tale relationship until one year when they hit rock bottom. A last ditch effort by Prescott to decorate for the holidays accompanied by their next door older neighbor’s kinky gifts and a Christmas dinner. Jacob has the appearance of a little old ST. Nick. His efforts help Jonathan and Prescott resolve their problems. Years later Jonathan has the same opportunity to help their neighbors by playing the role of Little Old St. Nick. Does sex before Christmas dinner play an important part of Christmas to Little Old St. Nick?

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    Jonathan and Prescott lived a fairy tale romance, especially during the holiday season. They loved each other with devotion, never expressing jealousy. They were both very handsome men and took pride in their grooming, never to allow sloppiness to enter their lifestyle. Every year, they celebrated Christmas and the holidays with unusual and exotic festivities.   Jonathan studied the display of twinkling, multi-colored lights he had strung on the on the Christmas tree. Looks good. But lacks something. Ah, yes, the ornaments, of course. I’m so glad we collected our ornaments from all over the world. They’re our memories of our fabulous trips. I can remember where we got that hand-blown glass one. Let me look for it. It was from Germany. The colors in it are so beautiful. It is so amazing how the lights dazzle you as they reflect through it. He unwrapped the ornaments, carefully setting them aside to hang, momentarily. Here it is. He hung the ornament and watched the lights filter through the various hues of glass.   Ah, yes. Just as I remembered it. He continued to hang the ornaments on the tree.

    Upon finishing the decorating, Jonathan sat in the windowsill, inspecting the tree for any empty spaces. He found the tree adequately filled with enough ornaments. He turned and watched the snow fall on the tall spruce tree in the front yard. It had cloaked the tree, the lights he had strung almost disappearing. Our yard looks so nice, the tree lit up and the eaves of the roof sparkling brightly with all the colors. It will be so nice to have all our friends and family here for the party. Everyone seems to enjoy it. I am so glad that the food we collected for the needy will help out this year. Times have been rough and people need food, especially on Christmas. I hope Prescott likes the presents I give him this year. It wasn’t easy finding things original. I think he will be so hot in that see through jock strap. He has such a nice dick. The way tapers to a big bulging crown when it’s hard. I love our sexual romp in bed while the prime rib cooks for Christmas Day dinner. I love the holidays. It’s so festive.

    He watched a UPS truck pull up. The man jumped out with a bundle of packages for their neighbor across the street, Jacob. Our Little Old St. Nick has been remembered. I wonder who started calling him that. Prescott or me? But he does look like Santa. His little pot belly, that snow white hair and beard. Even his eyes sparkle when he laughs. He’s such a dirty old man, though. I love his stories with Rosa. He tells us everything that goes on with her. Even their sexual escapades. He’s funny. He has certainly enjoyed our Christmas dinners. I hope we have his strong sexual drive when we’re his age. He made us laugh that time he gave us a box of condoms. He brings us mistletoe each year and begs to watch us kiss. I suppose that is why we call him Little Old St. Nick.   The UPS man drove his truck down the street. Jonathan continued to watch the snow pile up again on the street, remembering their Christmas morning event. First, we open our stockings. Then, we rush to the Community Center and feed a hot meal to the homeless for the annual Christmas Feast. We donate coats and sweaters. We’re not quite as guilty for having prime rib and spending money on lavish gifts for ourselves.

    But it was not always a season of joy and harmony. Back in the first years of their relationship, they did not have it so good. Jonathan was unemployed. They lived each day on a dwindling budget; they barely had enough food for Christmas Day dinner.

     

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  • Sexy Reads – The Secret Santa

    Sexy Reads – The Secret Santa

    Waking amidst a cloud of white powder, Devon cannot believe what he beheld, an image of his childhood fantasy, a skimpily dressed hunk, portraying Santa Claus. The Secret Santa, Erik, taunts Devon with erotic gestures in conveying Santa’s message for Devon to be enlisted as a Secret Santa. Devon must perform certain tasks to prove his love and loyalty to his lover, Peter.

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    Devon jolted awake from a deep sleep. Opening his eyes, slowly, he focused through a plume of twinkling, white powder to a stranger standing at the foot of the bed. He thought he was imagining this six foot tall man, sculpted like a Greek god. His head was adorned with a red and white Santa hat. His trimmed, snowy white beard blended with the long hair cascading down to his ivory, cropped hairy chest. Scrutinizing him more thoroughly, he realized he was not an apparition but real. Devon’s penis surged into erection, as he stared at the fluffy, red jockstrap, accenting the large bulge beneath. He couldn’t ignore the black leather suspenders attached to the waistband of the Christmas themed loin cloth and the shiny, dark, leather boots, stretching to his knees. He never imagined Santa Claus would excite him as this man did.

    “Who are you?” Devon gasped, accelerating his curiosity into unfamiliar fantasies.

    “Don’t you recognize me, Devon?” The man bellowed a hearty laugh.

    “You look like the Santa Claus from my childhood memories.” Devon mumbled, secretively.

    “Have you given up on the true spirit of Christmas?” The Santa Claus imposter smiled and sat at the edge of the bed next to Devon.

    Devon’s right hand brushed a few strands of his unruly hair from his eyes. Becoming more alert, he focused his eyes more from the previous distorted vision. He turned to wake Peter, but his partner was gone.

    “Peter left an hour ago. Don’t you remember he had to work early?”

    “How do you know our names?”

    “You still don’t believe?” The man smiled, his sparkling, cobalt blue eyes radiating erotic warmth.

    “You can’t be the real Santa Claus,” Devon insisted.

    “Why?”

    “You’re just not. For one, you can’t be real.”

    “Oh, I am real. Want to touch?” The man extended his muscular arm within Devon’s reach.

    Devon wrapped his two hands around his biceps. “Okay. So you are real. Man, are you really real. But you are not Santa Claus.”

    ”Well…-no. But I’m a special assistant, assigned to help him.”

    “You’re one of his elves, then?”

    “No. Look at me. Do I really look like an elf?”

    “Yeah right. You can’t be one of Santa’s elves. You’re too big. And the size of that bulge beneath your very revealing jockstrap would definitely eliminate you.”

    “I’m a Secret Santa. I was sent here to rekindle your love and happiness.” The secret assistant edged closer, the bulge in his pouch becoming more pronounced.

    “Did the real Santa Claus send you to seduce me?”

    “Oh; no, no, no! You’ve been selected to be a Secret Santa, like me.” He shimmied next to Devon, until there was physical contact between them. “I’ll teach you how to become a Secret Santa. I’ll reignite the fire of your passion with an exceptional power found in a special recipe from the North Pole’s almighty vault. Ultimately, Peter’s happiness will be restored.” He stooped, rubbing his broad shoulders against Devon’s chest. He looked up at Devon and smiled.

    “I’m getting aroused? This shouldn’t be happening, if you were sent by the real Santa.”

    “I’m only testing you, and your love for Peter. And to evaluate your qualifications.” He set his hand on Devon’s thigh, massaging it, firmly.

    “A test? This is the worst temptation I’ve had in years. What’s your name?”

    “It will get easier,” he spoke softly, continuing to grope his leg. “I’m Erik, of Nordic descent.”

     

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