Saturday, August 13, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

She's more than he bargained for.

He entered her, his middle finger plunging hard. Her inner walls tightened around him, and her hips lifted, trying to suck him in deeper. He gave her his full length then pulled out before thrusting to his third knuckle once more. Keeping constant pressure on her clit, he sought and found her sweet spot. It didn’t take much trial to rub his knuckles over the sensitive nub. Her shoulders rose, and she pressed her face into the mattress.

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Saturday, August 6, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

See what it takes to become the Queen of Diamonds!


Damn. Antonio strode toward her like a jungle animal that had just spotted dinner. Heads turned when he walked by. The man carried himself with an air of confidence that quietly stated clothes didn’t make the man. She would have wagered not a soul in the place noticed what he was wearing.
Her heart did a somersault then lodged itself in her throat.
Confident strides brought him closer. His gaze stripped her bare long before he came to a stop in front of her.
“Babe,” was all he said before he wrapped one arm around her waist, commandeered her cranium with the other, and insinuated one thick thigh between her legs. He hauled her up against him, and before her brain could comprehend what was happening, he kissed her.
Lips. Tongue. Teeth. He devoured her right there in the hotel lobby as if he’d snatched an appetizer off a passing plate.

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Saturday, July 30, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday


Nicole Halstead is a submissive? Who would have thought it? Not her personal assistant, Kayla, Lady Kay to her friends in the lifestyle, but you learn all kinds of things about a person when you’re stuck in an elevator with them. Things like her kick-ass-take-no-prisoners boss suffers from claustrophobia, and she plans to spend Thanksgiving break at an exclusive, lesbian-only resort rumored to cater to all kinds of kink.
When Nicole goes into full panic mode, Kayla has little choice but to take charge of the situation, even if her actions have pink slip and law suit written all over them.


“Can’t…. Out…. Let me out.”

Her boss’s breathless demand did nothing to ease Kayla’s concern. She had to get Nicole’s mind off their confinement—get her thinking about something else, something more pleasant. “It’s okay. We’ll be out soon. While we wait, why don’t you tell me about your vacation? Where did you say you were going?”

Nicole’s gaze remained fixed on the door. Her lips vibrated as she struggled to get a grip on her fear. “M-Maui. Saphros.”

Kayla froze. Surely she’d misheard. Saphros on Maui was one of the most exclusive lesbian-only resorts in the world, known for their women-only policy, but it was rumored they catered to all levels of kink as well. It was high on her bucket list of places to go if she ever won the lottery.

“I’ve got to get out of here.” Nicole lunged forward. Wedging her fingers into the seam between the doors, a sound ushered from her lips sounding more like a wild animal caught in a trap than a human.

Kayla reached for her. Grabbing her arms from behind, she tried to pull her away from the door. Nicole wrenched out of her grasp and spun around. Eyes wide with terror, she clawed at her blouse, managing to tear the neckline before Kayla could stop her.
Shit. She had to do something before Nicole hurt herself. She’d seen panic attacks before. Subs, eager to please, would refuse to use their safeword and end up in over their heads. Confidence and a clear head were called for. Could this circumstance be much different?

You can do this. Put on your big girl panties and take control. Forget she’s your boss, and put an end to this shit.

Squaring her shoulders, Kayla let go of the tight leash holding her dominant side in check. “Stop it right now, bitch!”

Nicole’s hands stilled. Her eyes focused on Kayla. And there it was—that flash of recognition. The woman knew a thing or two about submitting. Wasn’t her boss just full of surprises today? “On your knees, sub.”

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Saturday, July 23, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

In 1936, everything is a scandal.


Jimmy Doyle requested the empty booth in the back so they could have a modicum of privacy. For a moment, he was afraid she would balk, but she surprised him by squaring her shoulders and following the waitress as if his request didn’t have scandal written all over it. She took the seat with her back to the restaurant, which suited him just fine. She’d be less guarded with her facial expressions if she knew only he could see them. He had every intention of learning all he could about her in the time he’d been given. Starting with her name.

As soon as the waitress left to fill their beverage orders, he said, “I don’t even know your name.”

He saw the lie in her eyes. There would be honesty between them, if nothing more. “Don’t even think of lying to me.” He tempered the authority in his voice, knowing somehow that unleashing his full dominant nature on her at this point would send her running, and he wasn’t going to lose her.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Finally, she said, “Evelyn.”

He raised an eyebrow, silently demanding more.

“Evelyn Gardner.”

“And where are you from, Evelyn Gardner?” He’d drag every scrap of information out of her if he had to, but he hoped by the time he said good-bye to her this evening, she’d feel comfortable enough to answer anything without hesitation. Gaining her trust would be the first step to owning her.
The waitress set two sweating glasses of iced tea on the table, then pulled an order pad and pencil from the pocket of her apron. “What’ll it be?”

He nodded at Evelyn. “Anything you want, sugar. My treat.”


“You can. Let me buy you dinner.” He hoped his tone conveyed that there were no other expectations connected to the offer. He simply wanted to feed her. Letting him take care of her basic needs was something she would have to get used to.

She raised the menu, looked it over quickly, then placed her order. It wasn’t much, but he’d see that she ate it all. He ordered, handed the waitress both menus, and turned his attention back to the fascinating woman across from him. He couldn’t remember wanting to know every little thing about a person the way he did her. She was going to be a challenge. Once he could restrain her, he’d devise ways to make her talk. Ways they’d both enjoy. His dick stood at attention, ready to heed its master’s call.

He lifted his glass to his lips. “You were saying?”

Evelyn’s lips caressed her glass. He watched the muscles in her throat work as she swallowed. Christ, he couldn’t wait to wrap his hand around her throat and feel those same muscles contract as she swallowed his cum.

“I grew up in central Virginia.”

Patience. Her answer was vague, but he sensed that she was telling the truth. He prodded for more. “Family?”

Her gaze flitted away; then her eyelids closed, and she shook her head. He recognized shame when he saw it. He’d seen it often enough. “I won’t think less of you, no matter what you tell me.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line. So, she wasn’t ready to tell him her story. He couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t ready to tell her everything yet either. He backed toward safer ground. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a switchboard operator.”

There were few jobs a respectable woman could hold, and that was one of them. He laid his hand on the table, palm up. “Let me see your hand.” He was a perverted fuck, and he knew it. Wanting to see the hands that shoved things in and out of tiny holes all day amused him.

She rested her gloved hand on his palm. There was a tiny stain on the tip of her index finger—a small imperfection on an otherwise perfect canvas.

His eyes met hers, held her gaze. “I want to see your hands.” He tugged on the fingers, one at a time until the worn glove slid free, leaving her bare fingertips resting on his skin. Fuck. He was going to lose it right there, and that was not acceptable.

Sliding his hand beneath hers, he clasped his fingers around her wrist. Her pulse raced as fast as his, another reason he shouldn’t be doing what he was. Neither one of them was ready for what he wanted to do with her, but it was only her hand, he reasoned. Touching her this way was inappropriate as hell, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to feel her skin, and it was imperative that she get used to him touching her. It was never too soon to begin teaching her to accept him.

“Keep your eyes on mine, sugar. Don’t look away, no matter what.” He explored her fingers with his thumb, rubbing it along the length of each one before repeating the process, this time gently nudging into the soft flesh between each digit as he went from one to the next. When her eyes dilated and her breath grew shallow, he almost came in his pants. Shit, she was a natural submissive, and he couldn’t wait to have her completely under his spell. The things he’d do to her body. The pleasure he’d wring from both of them.

“Your hand is incredible, sugar. I can imagine these fingers shoving in, pulling out. All. Day. Long.” He turned her hand over and began massaging her palm with his thumb. “Does your hand cramp at the end of the day?”

“Sometimes.” Her lips barely moved as she formed the word.

He pressed his thumb hard into the center of her hand. Her fingers instinctively curled inward, encasing his thumb in the sweetness of her embrace. He returned to stroking her skin. “And do you massage the ache away? Alone? In your bed?”

Heat crept from the prim lace collar of her dress to her neckline, yet she held tight to his thumb. God, he could do this all night, tease her, stoke her need. One day soon he’d take care of her himself, but tonight, it would be enough to know that the hand he held in his now would be between her legs tonight, massaging away the ache he’d put there.

The clatter of plates and squeak of rubber soles on linoleum alerted him that they were soon to be interrupted. He glanced up and noted the waitress headed their way. With a gentle smile, he tugged his thumb from her grasp and pulled his hand to his side of the table. Turning her face to the wall, Evelyn tucked her hands into her lap.

Once the waitress left, he reached for her again. “Give me your other hand.” She hesitated for only a second before presenting her gloved hand to him. He stripped the garment from her fingers, set it atop the other one. “Eat.”

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Saturday, July 16, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

“That’s it, baby. You feel so damn good.” Nose buried in the crook of Cam’s neck, Paul inhaled deeply. The combination of sawdust, lacquer, and Cam’s unique scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Blood rushed south. He was going to come sooner than he wanted to, but they were just getting started. Once wasn’t going to be enough today. A slow burn started in the small of his back and quickly grew into a flash fire that threatened to consume him from the inside out.

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Saturday, July 9, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

A 4th of July Romance

The woman’s voice had been driving her crazy all day, making her imagine how it would sound thick with arousal. And now she knew. It would be every bit as erotic as she’d imagined—dark and mysterious, and undeniable. She’d never be able to say no to passion that hot. Never wanted to.

She clasped her fingers at Dawn’s nape and brought her closer, drinking in her unique scent. Her skin scorched her fingers, but she couldn’t let go even if it meant being incinerated by the fire.

When their faces were a breath away, she dropped her gaze to full lips, parted in invitation. “This is so wrong, but you aren’t. You’re perfect.” Shutting every reason she shouldn’t do what she intended to do out of her mind, she closed the distance between them. Angling her head, she pressed her mouth to Dawn’s.

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Saturday, July 2, 2016

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

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 His voice hit the low note her libido vibrated to as his gaze dropped to her lips. She should have scooted out of his reach—Lord knew there was plenty of room—but her butt remained anchored to the spot as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. First contact, cold from the water he’d drank, sent a chill racing down her spine. That only lasted a split second before the heat simmering below the surface flared to life, igniting something inside her she’d thought fireproof. At the press of his tongue, she opened for him.
Fire consumed her, weakening her foundation until she crumpled beneath him onto the leather seat.
“God, Sadie,” he said, trailing kisses along her jaw then down the slope of her neck. “You taste so fucking good.”

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