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  • Sexy Reads – The Chase

    Sexy Reads – The Chase

    All bets are off in A. Fleming’s steamy debut, The Chase. The first in a four book series, this erotic novel gives readers a one-of-a-kind look into the lives of five men as they embark on adventures in dating, romance, marriage, and sex. Tony Dunbar, Will Rollins, JP, Greg Allen, and Chris Winters have been friends for ages. But they each find themselves at a crossroad when the married men struggle with the realities of monogamy as the single men attempt to traverse the complicated world of dating. While most members of the group seek a relationship full of love, commitment, and plenty of physical intimacy, the lure of trying to have it all sometimes proves to be just a bit too strong.

    Excerpt

    The truth is Jeanette has beautiful, ample breasts, and she does not mind flaunting her cleavage and of course Tony was tantalized by the view. Earlier in the week, he had called and reserved a table with a view of the bay and asked specifically for candles on the table for their dinner. Just sitting there across from Jeanette, he could hardly think about anything else other than how beautiful and sexy she looked. He wanted to make love to her so bad and with the conversation at dinner centered on romance and seduction, thinking about anything else was difficult. By the end of the meal, the only dessert under consideration was a serving of heated passion and desire. If anyone had looked into their eyes that night, they would have seen their burning desires and had a glimpse of the story of what was to come next.

    Jeanette and Tony walked hand in hand to the front of the restaurant to wait on the valet to bring his car. Anyone that saw them could see the sparks flying and the heat rising as Tony kissed her gently on her cheek and lips. During the drive back to Jeanette’s house, they spoke very little but looked at each other with a sexual hunger in their eyes. As Tony drove, he reached over with his right hand and began to massage Jeanette’s thighs. The higher up her thigh he went, the more heat he felt. Jeanette used her soft hands to rub his painfully hard erection through his pants. He could tell by her naughty smile she was happy with what she found. They both knew they were highly aroused and could not wait for what was to come next. From the moment they walked through the door of Jeanette’s house, their inhibitions melted away.

    As soon as the door was closed, Tony pushed Jeanette against the wall of the foyer as they French kissed. She grabbed his butt and pulled him to her tightly, feeling his hard, throbbing cock grind into her hot, clothing-covered sex. Jeanette ripped his shirt open and ran her fingers over his bare chest and abs, touching his body ever so erotically. He reached down to unzip and remove Jeanette’s slacks and realized she was panty less. The thought of her being this way all through dinner only heightened his state of arousal. Jeanette could not wait any longer, so she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist while he carried her into the dining room and sat her down on the table. He bent down and slowly kissed her inner thighs, alternating from left to right until he reached her wet pussy, stopping only to stand and kiss her deeply again while he unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and dropped his pants to the floor. At that moment, Jeanette pulled him between her open legs and held on tightly as he entered her slowly, allowing her to adjust to his length. Once he was deep inside her, they made love like sex-starved animals until Jeanette’s body shook with a much-needed climax. After she calmed down, Tony helped her lay back on the table with her legs draped over his shoulders.

    As he bent down, he slowly kissed his way up her thighs until he reached her throbbing clitoris. Tony slowly licked, kissed, and sucked her clit until she shuddered with another intense climax. After bringing Jeanette to such heights of passion, he was crazed with desire and needed release himself, so he sat in one of the armless dining room chairs and pulled Jeanette down into his lap facing him and onto his painfully hard shaft. Jeanette took control while riding Tony and enjoyed the fullness of his cock inside her. Jeanette rode his cock until he exploded inside her hot, wet, throbbing vagina. After they were both totally exhausted, they found their way to her bedroom and, snuggled together, falling into a deep, satisfying sleep. Jeanette’s bedroom has a view of the hills facing east, so any sunrise is always magical.

    The next morning, Tony got up early enough to fix breakfast for Jeanette while she was still asleep. He placed a plate with an omelet, toast, and a cup of coffee on a serving tray and took it back to her bedroom. As the sun was beginning to rise, it was peeking through the curtains of the bedroom. He looked at Jeanette as she slept and admired her loveliness. The sunlight cast a light just above her head on the headboard, highlighting her beauty. After placing the tray on the nightstand, he bent over and gently kissed her on the forehead. Jeanette, feeling the kiss, woke up and smiled at seeing him standing over her. He looked at her and asked, “Are you hungry?”

    With a very naughty smile, Jeanette replied, “Not for food, I want you to fuck me—now!” And with that she reached up and pulled him down on top of her for a kiss. This was all the encouragement he needed; his hands were all over her body, gently touching her wet pussy, arousing her even more. Jeanette looked at him with lust in her eyes as he positioned himself between her splayed legs. Jeanette reached for his hard cock and guided him inside her very wet pussy for what was to be a hot and fast morning fuck. That night for Tony was charmed, and he wanted more of the same—regularly. From all indications, Jeanette wanted more of the same too, and she soon spent more than a few nights at his condo.

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  • Sexy Reads – Punished by the House Guests

    Sexy Reads – Punished by the House Guests

    My husband Dan and I have one of those relationships where he rules the roost, and I obey him or suffer the consequences. I know, it wouldn’t work for everyone, but it works for us. When I make too many snide remarks about Alison, the bitch house guest from hell, Dan not only disciplines me for being a poor hostess, but, to my horror, he also allows our two guests to watch and join in my humiliating punishment. But it turns out, he knows me better than I know myself, because it seems, humiliation is exactly what I crave…

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    Excerpt

    I thought I was quite good at concealing my irritation so it did no more than bubble to the surface every now and again in a mild way, and then something bad just slipped out of my mouth.

    I couldn’t help it.

    We had an open-plan house, so I could see Alison on the couch from the kitchen where I was frantically getting a meal together by myself as usual, and she decided she was having trouble unscrewing the top off her nail polish bottle, so she asked Dan for help.

    I couldn’t help repeating under my breath in that simpering way she had “Dan, could you help me with this please,” and I added to the effect by waggling my tits as she had on the sofa and adding “because I want to show you all I’ve got.”

    Of course, they both chose that very moment to look my way, and Alison gave a little shriek of protest, while Dan just said “Bedroom, now!” and I didn’t think I could do anything else but go there and wait.

    “That was unspeakably rude,” he said. “I can’t let that pass. You’ve been less than welcoming to Alison and Tom the past few days, but that was too much.”

    He pulled me over his lap, lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties to my knees. And then he walloped me hard six times. I knew Alison would be able to hear those smacks, and presumably he knew it too, but he was so annoyed he didn’t care.

    And it was all the more humiliating to know she would be aware of exactly what was happening to me. That spanking hurt just as much as it ever did, but the surprising thing was that, despite the shame of it, I felt excited by feeling Dan’s hand on my bottom more than ever before, knowing that bitch could hear everything.

    “Now pull your panties down and take them off. You can stay like that all evening. Go out there and apologize to Alison.”

    I humphed a bit about having to apologize, but I went out there anyway.

    Alison was as ungracious as I expected her to be, when I said “I’m sorry, for being rude, Alison. Tough day at work, you know.”

    She just smirked at me and looked pointedly at my behind, letting me know she knew I’d been disciplined like a child. I could feel a blush creeping over my face, and there was something else as well. I was getting wetter as she looked down her nose at me.

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  • Sexy Reads – A Rough Ride

    Sexy Reads – A Rough Ride

    When Marianna tried the dress on in front of her full-length, floor to ceiling art deco mirror, the dress wasn’t quite as opaque as she’d feared. It clung to her body like a second skin, with a tenacity that surprised her, and covered up all of the important parts. That was, until she made a move. Then the diamonds quivered, stretched, sparkled and revealed naughty glimpses of skin as they pulled this way and that. As it shifted around her, the dress became a walking advert for indecency. Twisting this way and that at the mirror, she caught a flash of nipple, watched the curve of her breast as it moved softly against the material and if she moved her legs, well, that was another story. Standing with her legs shoulder width apart, the mound of her sex was clearly revealed beneath the delicate triangles. Turning around to view the back, she could see the outline of her toned backside and, if the material was stretched further, the valley between her ass cheeks was clearly revealed. It felt sinfully invigorating. Taking a few practice steps around her bedroom, she smiled as the tiny threads of rope rubbed against her nipples, breasts and sex, and she found that the faster she walked, the more exquisite the sensation. As she moved, the dress slithered in tiny, stimulating whispers all around her body. It would make her acutely aware of her nakedness with every step she took, which was the idea she guessed. Mark Matthews was indeed a master tormentor. No foreplay would be necessary with an outfit such as this, if foreplay had been necessary – which it wasn’t.

    When Marianna waltzed back into the lounge, poised and almost regal in stature, Mark felt his breath catch in his throat. The personal shopping assistant, who advised him on all of his purchases from Harrods, had really outdone herself on this occasion. The dress was scandalous, outrageous and damn near perfect to his mind. Each tiny flash of generously tanned flesh served to titillate his senses and the outfit managed to accentuate all of her ample charms, if that were possible. It was a beautiful frame for a near perfect body. He would never tell her that, of course. He needed to keep this one on her toes.

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    “Not bad, Miss Morreau,” he drawled, cocking his head to one side as he appraised every inch of flesh from top to bottom. “You have made one small error, however. I wonder if you can tell me what it is?”

    Marianna’s face took on the appearance of a little girl for a minute, lost and confused. It took her a moment before she remembered where she was and who she was with. Her eyes flared in understanding before she let out a strangled sob. Getting down to her hands and knees once more, she whispered, “I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me.” Mark clucked his tongue. She was giving him the ‘lost puppy’ look and it was all he could do to stop from smiling.

    “So many indiscretions this evening, Miss Morreau. We really must start addressing them.” He appeared to consider the matter, while his eyes were devouring the way her breasts wobbled slightly as her breathing quickened. His naughty little girl was aroused, so much the better. “Hmm. I have just the thing. How about we go out for a drink? I know a lovely place in the center of London. Fancy a gin and tonic, my dear?”

    He stifled another laugh as her face dropped. He wondered if she would ask the question or whether he would just give her ‘the look’ and stifle it in its tracks. He decided that would be a little mean, so he waited expectantly. Marianna’s mouth opened and closed several times and she looked not unlike a goldfish gasping for air. She even got to the point where she raised her finger in the air anxiously and Mark gave her an encouraging smile. “Something on your mind, Marianna?” Her mouth snapped shut. Damn the woman, she was spoiling all his fun. She’d obviously figured out his game. What she didn’t know was that they would have been going out had she been a good girl or not. He wanted to see how she would handle the idea of going out in public not only nearly naked, but with a dress that would slay the average male mortal at ten paces. It was going to be an entertaining evening.

    “Before we go, Marianna, I feel that certain aspects of your behavior need to be addressed. So you may place yourself over my knee, hands on the armrest of the sofa. I think we should make that backside take on a pleasant, cherry-red hue before we let the general public lay their eyes on it. What say you, sweetness?”

    Marianna had still not come to terms with the fact that she was about to display all of her most intimate charms to any member of the public who might care to look at them, so it took a moment before her eyes connected with his. Her pupils had dilated dramatically and she was running scared. It wouldn’t do her any harm.

    “Now, Marianna. I am not a patient man.”

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    His sharp tone had her rushing to obey. She laid her slight body over his thighs and he felt his trousers crumple as she moved forward. It was probably a good thing. He’d need to look a bit rumpled if he wanted to fit in at the bar they were going to tonight. Splaying her body forward, her cheek rested on the arm of her sofa, tilted to the left and she draped both of her arms either side of her head. He let her rest there for a moment in contemplative silence. Anticipation was the mother of desire, and he would see to it that she had more than her fair share of the fickle creature. She began squirming before he had laid even a single finger upon her. He let her wriggle. It served to arouse him as well. He watched the little, glistening diamonds as they danced sinuously upon her body. His hand itched to slam into her flesh, but he waited patiently. There was a time and place for everything and he valued every last little aspect of control. Another twist of her groin, grinding into his pants made him catch his breath, but still he waited. When she finally cried out, a muffled little gasp of arousal that she could no longer keep inside her, he took pity upon her and slowly slid the pathetic wisps of silk covering her ass cheeks up towards her waist. Her sharp intake of breath was delightful. He could hear her fingernails digging into the soft suede of the sofa and her heels scrape against the carpet. Yes, she was ready for a little pain he thought. She had certainly earned it.

    Letting his fingers slide over the soft mounds of her buttocks, he felt the taut muscle there. It was no surprise she was a little apprehensive but he wondered if she would be wet and ready for him. His fingers walked a path down her butt cheeks. Hearing Marianna moan at even that light pressure, he was pretty much assured of the outcome of his exploration, and when his fingers reached the base of her sex they almost skidded. She was drenched. Perhaps it was a good thing that there wouldn’t be much dress to soak. Plunging two fingers forth into her core, he watched as her back strung itself tight as a bow and her hips bucked against him.

    He whispered, “You’re ready for my hand, aren’t you Marianna?” There was no immediate response. To make his point clear, his hand grasped an ass cheek with a fearsome grip and squeezed. She gave out a high pitched yelp and whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” Well, that was a bit more like it. He raised his hand in the air, palm facing down and unleashed himself.

    The first few smacks were a gentle warm-up both for Marianna’s backside and for his hand. He needed to get a good pattern and rhythm going. The idea was to slowly build up the heat so that each spank was a little bit harder than the last. At the end of this session both his hand and her backside would be sore, but there was no question that she would have the worst end of the deal. To give her credit, she settled into the spanking after the shock of the first two slaps had left her and then raised her buttocks to welcome each new slap as she had been taught. She didn’t move her hands or her head, and she kept her dazzling green eyes wide open even though she couldn’t look at him with them.

    Alternating from side to side, he admired the twin peaks of firm flesh and the first spots of colour that had just started to encourage her ass to blush rather beautifully. It would take a good few minutes to develop something half-decent and long lasting, but he was on the right path. Each slap saw a slight quiver as the orbs tried desperately to recover themselves before his hand descended again with another fresh attack.

    “I’ve been thinking about your punishment for this evening’s ‘panty’ debacle. As you have already realised, parading you around central London in that dress will be a part of it. It should help you lose that innate sense of propriety that you seem so keen to hold on to. You need to learn that when I lay down the law, I mean for my instructions to be obeyed immediately and without question. Failure to do so will result in penalties. These may be moderate to severe, depending on my choice, but I shall make sure that the lesson has been learned.” As his hand continued to fall, he increased the strength of the stroke. She whimpered in protest, but there was still little movement on her part. “You will be pleased to know that I am going to allow you the privilege of wearing panties to work.” He did not miss the puzzled frown that graced her face. She had every right to be confused but he intended to clear up her misunderstanding quickly. “When you arrive at the office, however, you will bend over and push your panties down so that they rest around your ankles. That way, I will be assured that you are not wearing underwear while you are working under my roof.” Marianna’s jaw dropped in horror and he knew it had nothing to do with the effects of his spanking, even though her backside had just begun to wiggle in the most charming fashion. “You may speak.”

    Marianna did the goldfish thing again. He hadn’t slowed the pace of his spanking, so it was going to be a little hard for her to concentrate, but she’d get there in the end. Women were renowned for their multi-tasking skills he’d heard.

    “Isn’t there some…” a rather loud squeak ensued as a particularly hard whack cracked down, “health and safety law against that?” Her words tripped over one another in a breathless manner and her squirming increased. He could feel his cock harden painfully as he watched her body undulate backwards and forwards.

    “Against what?” He raised an eyebrow out of habit, but was aware she couldn’t see it.

    “Against try-ing,” another squeak, “to walk,” a yelp of pain, “in-high-heels-with-your-panties-around- your-ankles!”

    “It’s a good job I speak gibberish, Miss Morreau. No, the only laws in my office are those which I set and you will ensure that you walk slowly and carefully within the confines of my office, so as not to injure yourself. If you manage to injure yourself through your own stupidity, you will, of course, be punished.” Slap, slap, slap. The metronome beat of his hand was building in tempo. She had to wait a full minute before she could summon a weak, if faintly sarcastic response to his dictate.

    “Obviously.” That was the last thing she said for quite some time.

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  • Sexy Reads – Desire Unexpected

    Sexy Reads – Desire Unexpected

    Together, Ethan and Nadia find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.

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    “It reminded me of you.” He shook his head. “It’s just from the museum gift shop. I wanted to give you something for putting up with me. I hope you like it.”

    “Thank you.” She took the little box and sat on her battered sofa. “Please, take a seat.”

    He sat next to her, but kept to the edge, confirming there was nothing relaxed about this visit.

    After slipping the green ribbon from the box, she pulled off the lid and pushed back the tissue paper, revealing the item she’d so long desired. Her heart raced and she scooted closer to him. He had no idea what he’d done. Her secret crush giving her the piece of jewelry she’d long desired was incredibly perfect. Neither were really her style and she wanted them all the same. She looked at him with heavy tears stinging her eyes. Brushing the box from her lap, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.

    “Thank you.”

    “You’re welcome. I’ve enjoyed our time together.” He brushed away the tear that had rolled down her cheek and cupped her chin.

    “Don’t say that like it’s over.” She took a hold of his wrist and pulled it into her lap. “It’s not, right?” Panic raced over her. If he wanted to leave, she wouldn’t stop him, but her whole body hurt with wanting him to stay.

    “I’m no good for you, Nadia.” He took hold of her hands. “You deserve a nice man with an uncomplicated life. I can’t give you what you need.”

    “That’s not true.” She put her fingers to his lips. “Don’t.”

    He took a hold of her shirt, not pulling her closer, just squeezing the fabric in his fist.

    “I don’t know what’s going on with you.” She brought her touch back to his hands, trying to ease the pressure. “I just know the only time I feel alive is when I’m with you. You’re on my mind constantly.” She lowered her gaze, losing her courage by the second. “There’s something between us and I want to explore it. I want to know what drives you insane with need. Don’t you want me too?”

    “Shit, Nadia, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first day at the windows.” He let her go and pulled out of her reach to slip around to the other side of the couch with his back to her. “I want things from you that I’m certain would frighten you.”

    “I doubt that.” Knowing she had to make her move now or risk losing him forever, she pulled her shirt over her head and tugged off her sweatpants, tossing them both on the chair. “Do you remember the questions I asked about you before we met?”

    “You’re playing with fire.”

    “No, I’m not into fire play, but I have a feeling you know what I need.”

    “What …” He turned, his gaze swept over her body and he brushed his hand over his mouth. “You take my breath away.” He stepped toward her, adjusting the bulge in his pants. “You think you want to play?”

    “I do.” She sucked on her lip, wishing she’d worn her one set of matching bra and panties.

    “Fuck, I want this” He brushed her skin ever so slightly up her arms, across her chest, and down between her breasts. “I’ve had dreams about this moment.” He raised her chin, forcing her to look at him. He dragged his fingers through her hair and tugged the length of it back. “I want you at my mercy. Do you have any idea what it’s like to give someone like me control?”

    “Yes, sir.” She arched her back, revealing her neck. He kept pulling and tingles of pain danced along her scalp. “Please.”

    “Are you already asking for mercy?” He tugged her hair again “I don’t think you know what you’re starting.”

    “I don’t want you to stop. I want more, sir.” Her breasts pushed against his chest and her grip on his arms tightened. “I want to know.”

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  • Sexy Reads – Lost Faith

    Sexy Reads – Lost Faith

    Is it better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? For Ty and Trent Jamieson, the Grey River pack Alphas, they would say either would be preferable to both!

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    Excerpt

    “Oh God!” Faith groaned, or rather tried to, but it was difficult to understand given the fact that Trent had his tongue down her throat. Wanting to be an active participant in what was proving to be an explosive first introduction to ménage sex, Faith sucked firmly on his tongue and plunged her hands into his hair. Her ears were ringing as her body flew toward a precipice she knew that once she flew off, she would never be the same again.

    Ty suddenly plunged a finger into her cunt and rubbed an unknown place within her that sparked such pleasure she tore her mouth from Trent’s with a scream, and her body began to tremble violently.

    “Fuck yeah, baby, Ty’s found it, hasn’t he?” Trent growled against her neck as he continued to fondle and pinch her nipples, heightening her pleasure. “Ty’s totally hit your sweet spot.”

    “You have no idea just how sweet she fucking is, Brother,” Ty growled against her pussy as he added another finger and continued to rub her in just the right spot, the trembling increasing to the point Faith was sure she looked like she was having a seizure. Her body felt like it was hurtling toward something big. Faith needed something to help her, but she just didn’t know what.

    “Ty, please!” she sobbed, desperate. “Please!”

    “Anything, Faith, for you, anything,” Ty rasped before he swirled his tongue around her clit, then sucked it into his mouth, gently biting the swollen nub. Faith threw her head back and screamed as an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before overtook her.

    “Oh fuck yeah, baby, do it, come for us,” Trent groaned and growled against her neck. It seemed to crest again as Ty continued to plunge his fingers into her sopping pussy and sucked harder on her clit.

    All too soon, the tremors slowly began to ebb, and the world began to fall back into place. Faith could hear not only her own harsh breathing but the constant growls of the man still steadily licking her and lying between her spread legs. She could also feel Trent’s hot, harsh breath against her neck.

    Suddenly Trent moved away from her, and Ty’s form loomed up and over the top of her. His mouth glistened with the juices from her own body, but what caused her to almost stop breathing was the look in his eyes. As if he were on the edge of complete insanity, an insanity she had caused with her response to him.

    Of their own accord, her legs wrapped around him as he settled in the cradle of her hips, the hard, blunt head of his weeping cock pressed against the swollen folds of her pussy. He held himself above her on arms that rippled with muscle and restraint.

    “Faith, I have to take you.” Ty’s voice was slightly garbled, and Faith knew that his wolf, stronger than most due to his alpha status, was fighting for control.

    Faith would have dearly loved to believe that the reason for that was because of the mating heat and Quickening, driving him to complete their mating with her by biting into her shoulder, marking her as his for all time and for all to see. But she knew that wasn’t the case. If they had experienced the Quickening, it would have been years ago when they first met at the diner. As she understood it, the Quickening was so powerful that wolves could barely control their reaction to their mates, and they certainly couldn’t hold back from it.

    No, this was not the Quickening. It was simply affection and intense desire that drove Ty’s wolf forward.

    “Then do it, Ty,” she whispered as she lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders and urge him to her, gently rolling her hips in invitation. “Take me.”

    The words had no sooner left her mouth than Ty thrust home, filling her with his cock. Both of them threw their heads back and groaned at the sensation.

    “Fuck, Faith, you feel fantastic.”

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    Faith gripped Ty’s shoulders and held on as he started to move within her, slowly at first and then with more strength and power. He fell against her, kissing her with a passion that left her breathless. She could taste her own salty musk on his lips, but that simply added to her pleasure. Oddly, the thought of tasting him and his brother flew into her mind. God, she would love the opportunity to take them into her mouth and learn them with her tongue. She wouldn’t stop until she had taken every drop they had to offer.

    “Hell yeah, you would, Faith. You would take every damn drop, sweets,” Ty growled against her lips.

    Faith started to wonder how Ty knew what she was thinking, but then he added a twist with his hips when he slammed home, which ground his body against her rapidly swelling clit, causing all thought to evaporate.

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  • Sexy Reads – The Adventures of Cole and Perry

    Sexy Reads – The Adventures of Cole and Perry

    It all started when Cole met Perry in a bar. Over three years they had some exciting adventures, and misadventures. The six stories included in this book are all about their journey from bar to wedding. The stories included are The Anniversary, The Fight, The Threesome, The House, The Baby, and The Wedding.

    Excerpt:

    The ringing of the phone jarred Cole out of his silent contemplation of his apartment wall. Afraid of the outcome of the call, Cole had been dreading this moment all evening. If he didn’t answer then he wouldn’t get his hopes crushed. Again. Every time they made important plans, the arrangements got postponed or cancelled all together. This was the most important night for their relationship. If he didn’t hear the words he needed to hear then it was over.

    A second ring brought Cole back to reality. On the small chance it was good news he would never know if he never picked up. One big breath in and he grabbed the phone to find out what came next.

    “Yeah?” Cole’s voice was monotone, his lack of enthusiasm came out loud and clear. He wasn’t in the mood for pointless greetings or to dance around the subject. If only his boyfriend would get straight to the point.

    “Hey, baby. I know you were excited to go out tonight for our anniversary but we’re going to have to reschedule. I’m stuck in a meeting and won’t be home until late.”

    Cole let out his breath in a huge gust and slumped his shoulders. He didn’t have to wait for a response any longer. The future of his relationship would be very different than what he expected at the beginning of the night. Cole was thankful the last time he’d hear those words happened tonight. All of his feelings jumbled up inside of him. Part of Cole couldn’t help but be relieved to at least know. The nervous part of Cole took up the largest part of his emotions.

    “Yeah. Okay. I’ll see you later.”

    “I love you, Cole. Are you–”

    “I know, baby. I’m okay. I’ll see you later,” Cole interrupted. He didn’t want to hear his boyfriend’s excuses or justifications. Nothing his boyfriend said could change anything now. What happened next was already set in motion. He only wanted to get off the phone so he could get dressed.

    Cole placed the phone back on the charging station without saying goodbye. He hung his head and closed his eyes. He loved his boyfriend so much. Two years together and it all came down to tonight. Cole hoped Perry knew what the phone call meant for their relationship. Now he just had to get ready to go out to the bar.

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  • Sexy Reads – Untouchable

    Sexy Reads – Untouchable

    Untouchable: Wealthy, Washington DC attorney, Carson Drake, is fascinated by public relations princess, London Chantelle. But hidden secrets and workplace conspiracy could crush this alpha male’s special weekend and his only chance at real love.

    Excerpt

    Carson herded London toward the private rooms. She stopped short when they reached a gothic-arched doorway.

    “Where are we going?” she asked.

    “Someplace more quiet.”

    “What if I don’t want to?”

    “Then you don’t have to.” He dropped his hold on her waist.

    “Just talking?”

    “Yes. Witnesses saw us leave. You’re safe.”

    She let Carson pull her through the massive door, held open by a bodyguard. He moved them down an expansive hallway. Only after ushering her inside the last door at the end did he let go of her elbow. She immediately crossed her arms.

    “It’s okay, sugar. I’m not going to hurt you.”

    “I’m meeting someone.”

    “Oh?”

    “Yes, so I can’t stay long.” She worked her bottom lip and shuffled her weight from foot to foot. Her eyes also darted to the bed in the corner. Perhaps she thought he’d take her right away? She knew his identity. She should know he was committed to due diligence. And he had to know why she was here—the last place on earth he’d expect London Chantelle.

    He sat in one of two cushioned chairs set before a lit fireplace. He appreciated her luscious curves, beautifully illuminated by the amber glow of the low fire.

    “Sit.” He beckoned her to join him.

    “I like standing.”

    “Sit.” The commanding tones of a Dom brought the expected result. As she lowered herself into the chair, her ponytail licked one shoulder. “Your hair is beautiful in this light,” he said. “More golden brown than I noticed before.”

    She swallowed. “Thank you, um . . . I go by Tatiana.”

    “It doesn’t suit you. Why not go with, say . . . London?”

    Her mouth dropped to an “O” in alarm, and she leapt from her seat.

    “Sit. Down.” He pointed to the chair.

    “Please.” Her hazel eyes implored lenience, and her tone of voice surprised him. He liked the beseeching quality. It was quite a departure from her customary unadulterated demand.

    “Please what? You thought a simple mask and change of clothing meant I wouldn’t recognize you?”

    “I hoped . . . maybe . . . I can’t do this.”

    Before she could complete two steps, he’d risen from his chair and laid his hand on her shoulder. She stopped. He pressed his torso against her back, sending her firm ass into his crotch. He decided to like her stiletto boots. He was a tall man and they made her the perfect height. He waited to see if she’d object, at which point he’d back off. She didn’t move.

    Carson pulled off the elastic holding her hair captive. A curtain of gold-laced chestnut silk cascaded free. He brushed her mane to one side and bared her shoulder. “That’s better.”

    Her breathing sped up. “You said just talking.”

    “Still, sweetness.” He inhaled her scent of Ivory soap and cinnamon Christmas cookies before stepping backward. “We are talking.”

    She twisted to face him. “Carson, please . . .”

    He liked how her emotions turned in an instant. She’d test his abilities to direct her psychology in a scene. He nearly laughed at himself. How quickly I have her bound and pleasured in my mind. “There. Now that’s a start. I rather like you begging me.”

    “I don’t beg.”

    And there goes that chin. “We’ll see.” He took another step back. His instincts told him she wouldn’t bolt.

    “Take a seat, London.” Carson returned to his chair. “When you do, hands in your lap. After you listen to me you can decide if you wish to leave. It will be your choice.”

    London hesitated, then nestled her behind onto the chair opposite him. She placed her hands in her lap. The thumb of one hand worked the palm of the other.

    “Take off your mask. Show me your pretty face.”

    London took a deep breath as her elegant fingers slipped off her disguise, pulling the fastening ribbon through her perfect hair. He wanted to capture her cheeks in his hands. He’d rub off the mask indents and erase the worry imprinted on her forehead.

    “How long have you been without a master?” he asked.

    “I-I’m not . . .” Her jawline hardened. “It’s none of your business.”

    “That’s a shame. I’m good at business.” His mouth broke into a smile at the thought of bending her over her desk, papers sticking to her bared breasts, pens falling to the floor. He’d smack her ass with that leather portfolio she carried around like a shield. He wouldn’t stop until her engraved initials imprinted her skin.

    “Why did you bring me here?” she whispered.

    “You’re looking for a Dom. I’m a Dom looking for a sub.”

    She flinched at his final word. “What do you want, Carson?”

    What I want. Did it matter? He’d given up what he wanted long ago—a spirited submissive who matched his desires. Someone who might actually stick with him and not drop him the minute a better offer came through. He didn’t allow himself to think finding such a woman was possible anymore.

    “Time. Willingness. Pleasure.” Carson folded his hands and laid his chin on his knuckles. “Now, I want to know what you want.”

    “No, you don’t.”

    Carson raised an eyebrow. “Toying with me will not get you anywhere, sweetness.”

    “Isn’t that what you are doing with me?”

    “Hardly.” Carson let silence take over the space.

    “Then what?” she whispered after long minutes.

    “Patience will be your first lesson tonight. Then I’ll consider you.”

    “Consider me?” She gave him a hardened, fuck-off look.

    “Yes. Last time. What do you want?”

    He let a few seconds tick by. Then he stood. “If you won’t tell me why you’re here, what you seek, then I can’t help.”

    “I-I didn’t mean . . . it isn’t easy . . .”

    “You must answer my questions when I ask them. No delay. It’s for your safety and mine.”

    Her lips pursed, her signal she realized she was losing. Her sassiness had its usual alluring appeal—futile, but adorable. She licked her bottom lip, the subtle move urging him forward.

    “Stand,” he said.

    She stood cautiously.

    “What is your safeword?” he asked.

    “Excuse me? A-a scene. With you? You’re a client. If anything ever got back—”

    “Then we would both lose. And I don’t lose.”

    “No, You take what you want and damn the consequences.”

    “London.” Carson walked toward her and she backed around the chair. “What are you afraid of? Afraid you might get what you want? Experience what you’ve longed for?”

    She let out a huff, but continued to retreat as Carson advanced. He sent her in a backward circle until she closed in on the canopied bed. Yes, most definitely submissive. The urge to discover how deep her desires ran raged through him like a brushfire.

    “How would you know what I long for?” Her haughty chin jutted out.

    “I want to know, London. Tell me.”

    “Why?” She’d backed up until she connected with the bedpost.

    “Fair question. And one I’ll answer. Given you and I dance well together at the boardroom table, why wouldn’t we here? Had I known your proclivities I might have offered. Why didn’t you come to me before?” How had he missed her signs?

    “B-but you hate me.”

    Now he was puzzled. “No, I don’t. You sometimes . . . irritate, but I could never hate you. Surely you noticed my tendencies.”

    “Being a bully in a boardroom does not make you a Dominant I’d be interested in.”

    “Ouch, London. That hurt.” Carson slapped his chest above his heart but kept his face stony.

    “I didn’t think you could feel pain.”

    “Everyone feels pain.” Her lips parted when he closed the last inch of distance between them. His thighs touched hers, and he softened his voice. “It pleases me you’re here. There’s no use in fighting this chemistry.” Carson hooked a thumb on his waistband. “One weekend.”

    “With you?”

    “Yes.”

    “What will you do with your harem?”

    He unbuckled his belt. “Your second lesson. Don’t force discipline with a smart mouth.”

    “I don’t have that kind of time.” She raised her impertinent jawline—again.

    Lesson three: discipline your haughty chin.

    “Not enough time to learn discipline or not enough time, in general?” The loud rasp of leather yanked through his belt loops sent her attention to his torso.

    “What are you doing?” Her panicked gaze shot to his face.

    “I don’t have a collar on me.”

    “I am wholly disinterested in being collared.”

    “One weekend, London.” He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. “If you’re disappointed at any time, you can walk. I’ll never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No one—and I mean no one—but us will know.”

    “Would you put that in writing?” Her eyes filled with mischief.

    Priceless. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing.

    “I’ll do one better.” He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips.

    “I’m not a notch on a belt.”

    “You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You’re the whole belt, sugar.”

    Her face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if she’d be safe, here and at work. London needn’t have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked.

    “Say yes or no.” He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. “But say yes.”

    “What will happen if I say yes?”

    “What you want.  What you’ve probably always wanted.”

    Her eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. “Yes.”

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  • Sexy Reads – F.L.E.S.H.

    Sexy Reads – F.L.E.S.H.

    As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood Fuchsia Quinn supplements her income with a late night job at a dive bar. Peyton Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia’s worlds are about to collide.

    Excerpt

    When the cab stopped, Big Tipper handed the driver some bills, thanked him, and held the door open for her. Just outside the hotel’s front entrance, he touched her elbow and stopped. “You know, before we do this, we really should be introduced. Keeping with the anonymity thing we’ve got going on, what should I call you.”

    “My stage name is Flame.”

    A sexy grin crossed his mouth. “Oh yeah. You got that right. Hot. Flaming hot.

    “And you? ‘Cause I’ve been calling you Big Tipper and sorry, I know that’s rude.

    “No. I think the big is fine. Let’s see. How about Pete?”

    Flame smiled. “Hello, Pete.”

    Pete stepped forward. The doors slid open. The receptionist behind the desk gazed sleepily at a small TV. Flame guessed a car chase scene from the sounds of gun fire and screeching tires.

    After registering for the room and paying with a credit card, Pete held out the key card and led her toward the elevator. Once inside, she asked, “Which floor?”

    “Penthouse suite. Top floor.”

    She rolled her eyes. “There’s only six floors. And I doubt this place has a penthouse.” She leaned on the back wall. Pete stood next to her. It felt like fire poured from his body. Her head swam. The lurch of the elevator stopping didn’t help the dizziness building in her.

    It was all she could do to not rip her clothes off and jump on him. Each step down the hallway increased her pulse and blood pressure. He stopped, slid the key through the lock, the little light turned green, and he pushed the door open.

    Inside was a typical hotel room: bathroom, small fridge, long dresser with a TV on it. Pete flicked on a light and pointed. “The only room in the hotel with a king size bed. But first.” He pulled her close, reached into her kangaroo pouch, and pulled out the can of pepper spray. “Let’s just get rid of this.” He placed it on the counter in the bathroom and then scooped her up and dropped her onto the bed. His hands slid under her sweat shirt and pulled it over her head. She hooked her thumbs into her waist band, kicked off her shoes and wiggled her pants off.

    The bed shook as Pete climbed on. Resting his weight on his hands and knees, he ran his gaze down her body. “I love nothing more than a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t waste time wearing underwear. You are beautiful. From these lips.” He placed a quick kiss on her mouth. “To these wonderful—”

    He cut off his sentence when he slipped a nipple into his mouth.

    Flame arched and sighed.

    With a small lip smack, he popped the bud from his mouth and shifted his body. “To the heaven that is waiting to be discovered.” He trickled his fingers down her belly and between her legs. His finger caressed her clit for a torturously brief moment. She thrust up her hips, hoping for another touch, but was agonizingly denied.

    His mouth latched onto hers. She could feel his lust, not only from his erection crushing into her belly, but from the intensity of the kiss. The knowledge this man wanted her exploded her nervous concerns. At the club, he’d captured her attention. Her body had reacted instantly. She’d wanted him. In the diner, everything he’d said only aroused her more. Now, she lay beneath him, reveling in the kiss and sensation of his roaming hands. Her body strained up, trying to eliminate any distance between them. She hooked her legs around his waist and ground her groin against him, and then opened her mouth. She was offering to be taken and she knew he was willing.

    His tongue slipped between her teeth. She flicked the tip of hers across the bottom of his. He groaned. She responded. Their tongues wound around each other like tangled spaghetti. Moans escaped her throat. Her nipples pressed against his t-shirt, begging to be suckled.

    She broke off their kiss with a gasp. “Question?

    “What?” His voice was equally breathless.

    “Why do you still have clothes on?”

    He leaned back onto his knees. “I was asking myself exactly that.” He pushed off the bed, tugging at his shirt. Flame grabbed the covers and tossed them to the end of the bed. When she turned, Pete stood naked, cock proudly erect. Walking on her knees to the side of the bed, Flame bent forward. The tip of his cock grazed under her chin. A dusting of dark hair circled his belly button. She poked her tongue in and out.

    “Mmm. Promises of things to come.” He ran his fingers through her hair.

    “I’m hoping emphasis on the word, come.”

    “Oh yeah. There’s going to be cuming. And groaning.” He bent lower and kissed the top of her head. “You know this is pretty much gonna be monkey sex. We’re both wired pretty tight.”

    Flame bent her arms and tickled her waist while performing her best monkey imitation. “Then let’s get the party started.” She braced herself on the bed, leaned closer, grabbed his hips for support, and covered his swollen penis with kisses. His breath quickened. His cock twitched. Changing what she did, she traced his shaft with teasing bites and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, she slipped the tip into her mouth. Holding him there, she reached around and grazed his bare ass with the tips of her fingers. His body quivered.

    Making a circle around him with her finger and thumb, she pressed her lips on her fingers and lowered her mouth as far as she could, then continued the movement with her hand. Pulling her hand back up to her lips, she slid back to his tip, and then lowering her head and hand once again. Her fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. “Like that?”

    “Mm-hmm. That feels good.”

    She glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

    Using a light touch all the way through her coordinated stroke, she kept the pressure steady. His fingers wrapped in her hair as he pulled her closer, trying to get deeper into her.

    Her speed and pressure increased as the rest of her fingers encircled his engorged shaft and mimicked the efforts of her lips. His hips bucked into her. His breaths came in short sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the delicious delights her mouth and hand provided him.

    Her left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.

    With a groan of frustration, his knees buckled. “Stop.” She dragged her lips up the length of his cock, slipping off and then kissing the tip. She could taste he was near his climax.

    Pete tucked his hands under her armpits and tossed her backward onto the bed. The mattress shook as he climbed on. He knelt and rested on his heels, taking a moment to admire her naked body. “You are beautiful.” His hands rubbed her nipples, enticing them to swell. He lowered his head and slipped the closest one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, making it wet and hard.

    The touch of his tongue on her breast made her clit throb. A groan was all the response she could muster.

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  • Sexy Reads – In Deep

    Sexy Reads – In Deep

    Brielle

    What would you do if you met a man that made you burn like wildfire from the inside out? Burn so hot that with one touch you forgot to breathe?

    And if you knew that he had dangerous secrets? Would you be able to walk away?

    I couldn’t. As strong as I know I am, I kept going back for more of him. That body… those eyes…

    I saw him for the first time on my very first day in Vegas, and even then I think a part of me knew, because I couldn’t look away. It was like that moment when you see something flying towards you and you know it’s going to hit you before you can ever move out of the way, so you just watch, transfixed, as it crashes into you. Cristos Vicario: owner of the illustrious Adagio hotel and casino and reputed billionaire playboy. He sure as hell wasn’t what he seemed on the surface. That man had secrets. No one knew what a dark and dangerous world he lived in, and when I finally saw him for what he was, it was already far too late. I found myself inextricably tied to him forever. The course of my life altered. My entire world changed forever as he took away my freedom and gave me the key to my dreams in one fell swoop.

    How could I have known that the one man who should have been my greatest nightmare would become the one thing I couldn’t live without? And all I had to do was forgive him…

    Cristos

    I was only living for one thing, one goal, one endgame… until I saw Brielle. And when I touched her, it was all over for me… I just didn’t know it yet. Not until I broke all of my rules for her, one after another, and that still wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

    I wanted it all. Yeah, what I did to her was pretty much unforgivable. I know that now. Some small part of me might have known it then, too, but it didn’t matter. I had to hold on to her. I would have done anything to keep her… and I did.

    Now I’ve put her in danger, dragged her into my world, and I don’t know whether to push her away or hold her tighter. Letting her go would be the right thing to do… but every time I try to do the right thing… I can’t.

    When I take her, it’s always hard and desperate, as if she’ll disappear if I can’t make her feel the same things I feel… if I can’t force her to care about me enough that she’ll look past everything else and see into my heart.

    Last night, after she fell asleep, still wrapped in my arms, I rested my lips against the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her as she slept. Trusting me, even though she shouldn’t. “I don’t deserve you”, I whispered. “But I want you. God, I want you so badly.”

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    Excerpt

    It was only a few minutes until the car pulled up to the curb, and he got out and led me to the door of the hotel, looking up at the slightly battered sign in disgust. “I can’t believe this is where you’re staying.”

    He sounded irritated with me, and I put my hands on my hips, a little offended. He was wealthy, but I was not. “What’s wrong with it? Okay, so it’s not the Adagio, but if you’ll remember, I’m still a student. Therefore I’m broke. This is good enough while I’m here, because I need to save money for an apartment when I’m finished in Vegas.”

    He looked at the sign again and this time scowled at it. “I’m going to walk you to your room. It’s not safe for you to be out here alone.”

    “Hmmph. How very gentlemanly of you.”

    We went into the lobby and walked by the desk clerk, who appeared to be passed out behind the counter. Criss scowled in his direction, and I sighed, continuing on to my room. Criss waited while I unlocked the door, standing so close behind me that I could feel the heat of his body. I knew exactly what he was doing when he leaned a little closer to breathe in my scent. I could sense the change come over him, almost as if I could feel his heart speed up and his blood heat. Maybe because the same thing was happening to me. I swore I could almost taste the sex filling the air between us, and it tasted like something dark and sweet and addicting. Like chocolate, I mused.

    “Let me in, Brie,” he said in a low, rough voice. I could feel his warm breath next to my ear, and it made me shiver.

    God, this was going to be difficult, because I wanted to let him in more than anything, and in that moment, all of the reasons I had for not having sex with him that night had faded into my subconscious as the attraction between us numbed my thoughts and roused my most primitive instincts. His hand settled on my lower back and his thumb began to slowly stroke my skin through the thin fabric of my blouse. I had to swallow hard before I could speak.

    “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not a casual hook-up kind of girl, and we only just met. Maybe a goodnight kiss?”

    The fact was, I really wanted him to kiss me. A kiss would be like a compromise with my libido, a taste of what I might have more of if I was patient and didn’t fall into this trap, at least not on the first date. Standing there in the doorway with him looking down at me, wanting me to let him into the room beyond… I felt like I could cut the tension between us with a knife. My heart was racing, and the butterflies in my stomach were practically on a roller coaster. A kiss wouldn’t hurt anything though, and maybe it wouldn’t be as good as I thought it would, which would make this all so much easier. I turned my face up, and I knew my lips were parted a little because any second now he was going to bend his head and…

    He pulled back from me. “I don’t kiss, Brielle. At least… not on the lips.”

    His tone was unapologetic, and I jerked away in surprise, because that was probably the last thing I would have expected him to say. “What?”

    “I never kiss on the lips.” He leaned in to touch his lips to my neck, just below my ear, and I could hear him inhale my scent again. “It’s a hard rule, and I won’t break it. Not for anyone.”

    I took a step back and stared up at him in disbelief, my desire effectively quashed. And I was, admittedly, offended. Was I so far beneath him that he wouldn’t even lower himself to kiss me? Why had he even asked me out, then? It made me feel a little ill.

    He lifted his hand and watched it as he drew a finger slowly over my bottom lip. “Don’t take it personally Cariño. I have good reasons for all of my rules.”

    I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively, taking back what remained of my dignity. “And your reason for this particular rule?”

    He gave me a tight smile and for a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer. The hard, cold edge in his gaze reminded me that he was still a complete stranger, no matter how much physical chemistry we had between us.

    He looked away, and I could see his chest rise and fall as he pulled in a breath. “I have no room in my life for a relationship Brielle, and I don’t know if I ever will. A kiss is too personal, too intimate. I would never want a woman to think that I would offer her anything more than… a really good fuck.”

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  • Sexy Reads – My Life on the Swingset

    Sexy Reads – My Life on the Swingset

    Starting with a first date with a couple of swingers, followed by working through social anxiety and shyness, recognizing the importance of touch in life, evolving feelings about love and expectations, having threesomes, orgies, and prostate orgasms, going through a divorce, and leveling up in life and sexuality. For five years, Cooper S. Beckett has written for Life on the Swingset, here he has collected personal essays, stories, erotica, and prescriptive “how-tos” into this memoir of his life on The Swingset. He speaks honestly and earnestly about a unique way to live life, one that allows for sexual and loving growth and experimentation, a strong sense of community, and the ability to do what we all crave whether we know it or not: Be honest with ourselves and others about what we want sexually, and out of life.

    Excerpt

    Sex is Sex is Sex
    With or Without Penetration

    Somehow, I managed to achieve that elusive disconnect between the traditional notion of sex (i.e. me putting my penis into things other than mouths) and the word “sex.” Dan Savage recently said that if there was one thing the heterosexual world could learn from the homosexuals, it’s that sex is any form of sexual congress. This concept ensures that we’re not simply stampeding to the perceived goal line, and don’t feel we haven’t achieved something if there isn’t penetrative penis-in-vagina sex.

    I felt that way for a long time.

    Recently I wrote about a party where I consciously tried to change this concept. I made myself aware of my pattern, which would be to try to blow my way through interactions to get to the sexual finale in order to be able to play with as many of my friends as possible in a short amount of time. It never had anything to do with not respecting the time I spent with each of them, I loved all of it. I care deeply about those women whom I manage to spend quality sexy time with at parties, and since many of them I only see at parties, it makes it all the more important that I find the time.

    This line of thought was detrimental, however, because it caused me to put a tremendous amount of pressure on myself, perform giving oral, perform receiving oral (but don’t fucking come!), and then perform sexually all the way to the goal line. Often by the second tryst of the evening I was already beginning to struggle. Beyond that, all involved were lucky to get half-mast.

    This, as an aside, is what caused me to go from pretty good at digital stimulation to exceptional. I know that sounds braggy, but there are few things I am good enough at to brag with such confidence, as fingering. And, I can provide references if needed.

    So, why did I do this?

    If I was shortchanging myself by not being able to relax and enjoy things, and if I was shortchanging my partners, what was it? It just made sense to me, because that’s what you do as a full swap swinger, right? You swap and fuck. Rinse, repeat. Was that an ookier colloquialism than I intended?

    Hmm. It’s because I’d convinced myself that this was what was expected of me. When I start something (say, putting my hand down there and feeling her response) I ought to see it through, right? Right?!

    Then I began to recognize that these notions I had about swinging at the beginning (most told to me by my “swinging sire” about whom the less said, the better) were, perhaps, incorrect…or at least misleading.

    Early on, I painstakingly shaved every inch of my genitals because I was told that this was how things were done. That no one would play with me if I wasn’t immaculately groomed. That if I wanted it licked, it should be bare. I shaved daily, despite my skin clearly having a problem with this type of attention. It took my doctor asking me why on Earth I keep shaving when my body clearly doesn’t want me to for me to wonder about the logic of what I was doing.

    So I stopped shaving, and nobody cared. Nobody who mattered, anyway. In my attempts to live up to the “swinger standard” that was sent down from on high, I didn’t see what was right in front of me. Rules only have value if you, and those around you, feel they have value. It amuses me (and horrifies in equal part) that a group of people such as we swingers, so hell bent on ignoring that which we “should” be doing (i.e. being monogamous, sticking with one gender or another) could get so caught up in other “shoulds.” You should always come, you should always get it up, you should always reciprocate, you should always fuck. Why the hell would these ideals always line up?

    Well, the short answer is that they don’t. And that we’re often sheep. We reject one dogma to follow another and get swept away. In the past, I’ve also felt somehow shortchanged if events didn’t progress, if I “only” got a hand job. I stop and think about how amazing and disgraceful a thought that is, and how my 16 year old self would conspire to have me shot if he knew I’d even considered that thought. I was jaded, and had a bad case of “the shoulds.”

    But perhaps I’ve achieved enlightenment. Things certainly feel different. I’m currently flying the final leg of my trip back to Chicago from a week in paradise at Desire Resort & Spa, the first Life on the Swingset trip to Desire. At the resort I decided to no longer focus on penetrative (penis-in-vagina) sex. It was like a weight had been lifted. The removal of expectations about what things would become allowed us to concentrate instead on what things are.

    To live in the moment, for a change.

    I focused on whether I was giving or receiving pleasure. I could make out for a while with someone. I could perform oral on others. I could allow an urge to simply do one single thing with someone be paramount. And just as when I stopped shaving, nobody pitched a fit and banished me. In fact, everybody I was lucky enough to encounter seemed to be as excited about what was going on in the moment as I was. Never was there a “We’re not going to fuck?” or “Why aren’t you hard?”

    I realized that I’m far more interested in the pleasure of others than myself. I spent the week giving pleasure to those open to receive it; orally, digitally, nJoy Elevenally.

    “Cooper, you braggart,” you say, “you think you’re better than me?”

    Not at all, random voice guy who interrupts my essays sometimes. I receive as well. I had some truly spectacular moments of orgasmic bliss. But because I was not focused on when we would complete the transaction and I would insert my penis into her (or his, I’m equal opportunity) nether regions, I was able to see every bit of sexual interaction as the glorious experience it truly is. Nothing makes people want to please you more than putting yourself out as a giver of pleasure.

    And isn’t that a wonderful way to live?

    So, mark the date and time. My last party was not an isolated incident of emotional evolution on my part. That was just proof of concept. Desire represented physical, emotional, and (dare I say) spiritual growth within me.

    My heart is full of joy.

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