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Dirty Dates

The latest anthology to contain one of my dirty stories is now out on shelves and in e-book format! Dirty Dates edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel is full of stories of long time lovers spicing thing up by sharing their forbidden fantasies.  My contribution is "Magic Words"  in which a woman and her lover explore the power that one little word can contain.

I'm not going to ruin the surprise by telling you what that word is but I will share with you a sexy little snippet of the story and the photo that inspired it. 

My photographer friend, Otto and I have gone on some pretty filthy adventures for his camera.  On this particular day he was kind enough to humor my lust for older men in shiny shoes and ties by playing my Dirty Uncle Otto. I sat in his lap in my argyle knee socks and photo magic happened. He's a professional and a gentleman but I left that shoot so hot and bothered I had to write a story to recover.

If you enjoy the excerpt please consider buying a copy of the book.  If you're near Portland, I'll even sign it for you!  And if you need sexy photos taken, may I recommend otto_phokuz.

Excerpt from "Magic Words"

"His voice is low and controlled, a late night radio deejay purring into the airwaves. “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul, Lolita...” I can't help but giggle at his choice of reading material, nor can I resist being swept away while listening to him read.

He stops and I hear the book being closed, followed by the further unlatching of his pants and belt. “Come sit on my lap.”

He reaches his arm out to guide me as I turn, eagerly moving to sit facing him. He shakes his head, giving me the “turn around” gesture again. Not wanting to displease him, I turn and wait, a bit disappointed I wasn’t even given an opportunity to see that part of him I’ve been longing for all afternoon.

“Sit,” he says, using my hips to guide me backwards. Convinced this will lead to more chaste reading of Nabokov, I’m surprised when he stops me just above his lap. I feel him adjusting himself. “Sit in my lap properly.”

I’m not sure what he means until I realize he’s using one hand to guide me lower while the other holds his cock steady, pointing in the direction of my pussy as an offering. The moment his cock touches my lips I realize how warm and inviting he feels. I can’t contain myself another second as I slide down the length of him in a rush. Once fully inside me, he grasps my hips, keeping me from moving. “There, that's better.”

He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and kisses my neck. His cock is so hard it's almost painful; this only makes me crave him more. Small noises fall from my lips—moans, cooing and wordless begging—so desperate for him that I'm not even sure what I'm pleading for.

“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. “Shh, darling, it's okay.” He continues to hold me still; the lack of moving while so absolutely full of him is torture. I so badly want him to fuck me that I'm unsure how long I can endure this.

He reaches for the book, using his strength to hold my back against his chest with his other hand so I can't move. He reads, this time quieter and closer to my ear, like a bedtime story. “There might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child...”

He holds me tight to his body as he reads, only letting go for one brief moment to adjust my skirt so that it covers my lap. He drapes it modestly over my thighs so it would appear to anyone watching as if I’m merely sharing the chair with him.

I give into the situation, enjoying the wickedness of his cock being inside me while hearing a story."