Sunday, September 6, 2015

Sunday Snog #190: Trespass

My snog this Sunday is from my short story “Trespass”, an erotic sci-fi retelling of Romeo and Juliet. You can find the full story in the charitable anthology Coming Together By Hand. All profit from this book (which includes many other fabulous stories by some of my favorite authors) goes to support the Coalition for Positive Sexuality.

I hope you’ll consider picking up a copy. You can find the full catalog of Coming Together’s exceptional erotica at

When you’re done with my snog, head over to Victoria’s place. She’s sure to have lots more Sunday kisses!

The pale, perfect fingers of her right hand were sunk in the folds of her cunt. She stroked them rhythmically, deep then shallow. Her wet flesh made slurping sounds each time she pulled her hand out. Jared could see a slick sheen of moisture on her bare palm, which was braced against her pubis. She rocked herself against her hand, moaning softly.

Her left hand was busy with her rear hole. Jared watched, horrified and overwhelmed with lust, as she scooped some kind of lubricant from a jar next to her and smeared it across her anus. The flesh of her buttocks was pale, but it seemed almost ruddy compared to the pure white of her fingertips. She wiggled her middle finger into the tight knot of muscle and began to pump in time with her cunt-thrusts. The other fingers clenched and unclenched in spasms each time she penetrated herself. Her movements become jerkier, more frantic. She jabbed a second finger into her anus, and then a third, writhing as though they were electrified.

All at once her body arched toward the ceiling. She wailed, a low animal sound that sent chills up Jared's spine. Her climax went on and on. Her body shook with convulsions of pleasure that made the bed vibrate. In fact, the whole room seemed to vibrate with her.

Jared couldn't stand it. He unvelcroed his trousers and released his cock into his waiting hand. His nylon gloves slipped smoothly over the swollen flesh. He was few strokes from coming, no more.

As Liliana's spasms gradually slowed, his own movements quickened. He felt the pressure of his come building in his shaft. He urged it onward, unwilling or unable to fight any longer against his lust.

"Wait," she said. She spoke softly, but with the habit of command. She sat up and laid a sticky hand on his. Jared shuddered at the profane touch, and nearly lost control, but her eyes held him. "I want to watch you. I want to see you, naked."

With her blond locks tangled around her heart-shaped faced she suddenly seemed young and vulnerable. "Please..."

Feeling her eyes like hands upon him, he undressed quickly. He stood before her wearing nothing but his gloves, awaiting her instructions.

"Naked," she said. "Bare, open. Take off your gloves. Don't be afraid."

Jared knew that it was all conditioning. It was all fabricated, the senseless ephemera of a civilization that had shaped him even though he was its outcast. Still, it was the hardest thing he had ever done.

It was only the longing and desire he saw in her face that gave him the courage to strip off the protection he had worn all his life.

"Now touch me," she said, reaching out for his hand, laying her palm against his. She grasped his other hand and placed it against her breast. "Touch me. Love me."

He kissed her, open-mouthed, holding nothing back. Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purged. He entered her and felt her flesh close around his, cherishing and protecting him. She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He grasped her hands in his, and held them above her head as he had dreamed, but skin to skin. He held her eyes, speaking volumes without words. She took him somewhere new, somewhere clean and bright and free.

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