The #weekend is upon us once more, and what better way to spend it than with a little bit of kink?
This time’s #somethingfortheweekend comes from a story within my sexy anthology, A Kink a Day Book Two
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Eight hot erotic fantasies – one for each night of the week – and a spare…
From the kinky activities of an obligingly dirty girl, to an unorthodox game of snooker; a battle with both extreme heat and cold, and some delicious cafe-time action, A Kink a Day Book Two provides a bite-sized moment of lust-fuelled distraction for each day of the week—with an additional erotic fantasy to enhance your Saturday morning lie-in.
Here’s a taster from Dirty Girl…
‘Do you think we look anywhere near that good when we shag?’ Ryan asked, pressing the “pause” button on the DVD to highlight a man and a woman fucking each other uncontrollably against a fridge.
‘Better.’ She looked him straight in the eye.
‘Better?’ his mouth twitched. ‘Always the dirty girl.’
‘Would I be sat watching porn with you if I wasn’t?’ Beth slowly undid her blouse and revealed her naked tits. ‘Whatever would Gary say?’
‘Gary understands. Trust me.’
Beth laughed as she began to stroke her coffee-coloured nipples. ‘I’m not sure trusting you has ever been a sensible option.’
‘True.’ Ryan smiled mischievously, his eyes fixed firmly on her chest.
He watched as she flattened her breasts with her palms, kneading them vigorously.
Her eyes had closed. ‘Bad, dirty and very, very naughty, that’s me.’
Ryan pulled her towards him. He brushed her hands out of the way and began to flick his tongue around her breasts. Beth grinned down at him with satisfaction, watching his expert tongue working its magic on her sensitive skin.
The ring of the front door bell echoed through the room. Beth scowled in the direction of the hall. ‘Shit; who’s that?’
Ryan pulled away. ‘Stay there, dirty girl. I’ll be two minutes.’
Beth helped herself to another glass of wine as she enjoyed the spectacle on the television; two women were now prowling round on all fours. She could hear Ryan moving about upstairs. ‘Everything OK?’ she shouted.
‘Fine, won’t be a minute.’
He bounded downstairs again a few minutes later looking flushed and determined, carrying a canvas bag which he put down by the sofa. ‘Now, let me ask you a question, dirty girl; what do you prefer? Me sucking your tits, or actually seeing me suck your tits?’
‘Both. But I guess I get a kick out of watching you work on me. It adds a certain something.’ …