By Gia Blue
Yeah, baby... Come on, you know you’re shaking it with me, right?
No? *sniffle* Fine.
But, if you’ve read my stuff, I DO like it like that. I like it naughty and taboo and especially...for charity. Yeah, didn’t think I’d say that, did you?
I admit, I love writing sexual scenarios that can make some people cringe and others squirm in their seats. When I first heard about Coming Together, I knew I had to join their ranks. If they’d have me. ;)
Luckily, Alessia Brio saw through my writing mistakes to the genius that is Gia Blue. She also has a wonderful editor, Will Belegon.
And ABOVE all of that, they donate the proceeds from Tabooty works to the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom, an organization that fights for our rights to get freaky in the bedroom and retain our privacy in addition to educating law enforcement officials about the communities they represent.
Plus, Amazon totally kicked incest topics to the curb and this line is a quiet “Pft!” at them.
But the focus is on the charity guys! Go protecting our rights to tie each other up and spank her ‘til her bottom’s red! Or him. Because manlove is totally hot.
But in all seriousness, Coming Together has done amazing work, has attracted fabulous authors and donated thousands of dollars to various charities over the years. From the ACLU to the Woodhull Freedom Foundation, the authors and Coming Together have donated more than just money, they’ve donated their blood, sweat and tears for their various causes. And ink...can’t forget the ink.
"Come on, Jake. Let me audition at least, and then you can decide. I promise I'm good. Really, really good."
"I can't watch one of my daugh-"
"But I'm not." I cut him off and hop onto the stage. I'm not taking no for an answer. "Turn on the music and you'll see. I swear."
He sighs heavy and I've got him. Boo-yeah. He glares at me, but moves to the wall with the sound system controls, flips a switch and a sensuous beat fills the room. It's not what I'd perform to if I was on stage, but strippers are also dancers and I need to learn how to adapt.
I listen for a moment before I move. I've got to mix in stripping off clothes with the pole, a flick and tug of cloth, a seductive smile, sliding the cotton from my shoulders to reveal my tiny bikini top beneath. It barely constrains my breasts, flesh spilling from the sides. I cup my tits for a brief moment and then swing around the metal, show off my assets. On every turn I make eye contact, lick my lips, wink…something to entice him.
I slow and then stop to peel off another layer, tiny skirt disappearing, leaving me in nothing but a thong and the top. Down to the basics, I focus on my dancing, lean against the pole and touch myself, my breasts, between my thighs.
My gaze is still on him, on his cloth encased legs spread wide as he slumps in his chair, on the way his t-shirt clings to his muscled chest and the rapid rise and fall as his rate of breathing increases. Yeah, he's affected.
I spin and my top is next, strings snapping, and my tits are covered by my hands alone. I knead and toy with them, nibble my lower lip and I don't have to fake the pleasure I feel.
God, I've had a crush on Jake for forever. My first tingle of arousal at thirteen was to the thought of him. What I'm feeling now is way beyond a tingle. My pussy aches and tightens, grows heavy and I know I'm soaking the bit of cloth between my thighs. Prepping me for being fucked.
Then again, I've never been fucked, so I'm just guessing. Yeah, virgin, stripper, whore.
I reveal my breasts, watch him lick his lips, and I continue my visual foreplay, dance and gyrate, tempt and tease. The music moves me, tugs and pulls my body this way and that.
I moan, hands wandering over my heated skin, touching those delicate, pleasure-inducing places. I want so damn bad.
I put a hand between my legs, stroke my folds, pretend I'm masturbating…thing is, I really am. I'm really teasing my clit beneath my thong, toying with the nub while I pinch my nipple and bring my arousal higher.
More and more I'm giving myself, lost in the dance and Jake's gaze.
I open my eyes, surprised, and a little pissed, that my orgasm was snatched from me. Damn it. I pull my hands from their playgrounds and work hard not to glare at him.
"I can't hir—"
"I didn't show you my lap dance." I'm determined. At worst, I don't get hired. But at least I'll get to touch him as an adult, feel him at least once and get him the fuck out of my system.
"Just one dance, Daddy," I drop my voice to a purr. "And then I'll go."
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BIO: Gia Blue writes smut because she's been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and ex-stripper now that she's traded her pole for a Mac. She's embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She'd shake your hand, but it looks like you're busy.
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