As
I sat down to create a post for this Smut Sunday, I asked myself,
what is the smuttiest book I’ve written? There are quite a few
candidates. However, one that’s way up there in the ranking is my
sci fi short story, The
Antidote.
The
initial motivation for this book was my frustration with writing
erotic romance. I’d been getting a lot of push back from my
editors, who seemed to think my writing was too raw for romance
readers. Being the accommodating sort, and wanting to get my books
out there, I mostly acquiesced to their suggestions. However, I was
getting tired of pulling my erotic punches (which is what I felt I
had to do in romance).
I
want to write something really smutty, I thought to myself. As
an antidote to all this nice romance stuff.
All
at once I had a title. And in nothing flat, I had a story, one that
definitely does not sugar-coat the sex or moderate the heat.
Just
the right thing for Smut Sunday!
When
you’re finished with my offering, head back to Victoria’s SmutSunday home page, for more smutty goodness!
What
if the government stole your libido? What would you do to get it
back?
Sixty
years after the Plague, few remember the mass deaths, the riots and
the massacres triggered by the sexually-transmitted disease. Still,
most people accept the Council’s mysterious libido-suppression
technology as necessary to prevent a resurgence of the deadly virus.
Monthly procreative sex, government-supported and hormone-enhanced,
is enough to satisfy them.
Lena’s
different. Though she loves her husband Jeff, she yearns to
experience the thrill of forbidden lust, to know what it feels like
to couple with a stranger. Rumors speak of an antidote that liberates
the libido from the Council’s thrall. Denied from birth, Lena is
willing to risk everything—her marriage, her freedom, even her
life—for one taste of unbridled desire.
“Ladies
and gentlemen, welcome to Club Lust. Tonight we have a special treat,
a newcomer enjoying her first taste of freedom.” He gripped the
bottom of my jersey and pulled it over my head in one deft motion.
All
eyes in the room turned to my suddenly bare chest. The heat of their
attention brought a flush to my cheeks. My nipples contracted into
throbbing bullets of needy flesh. Bolt pinched and twisted them, far
rougher than Jeff had ever been. Liquid gushed from my cunt as though
he’d turned on a faucet.
“Such
fine, round, bouncy tits. Just looking at them makes me want to rub
my cock in between them until I come all over her face. Don’t you
all agree?” The crowd murmured its assent. I don’t know what
excited me more, his words or the fact that simultaneously, he’d
unzipped my skirt and pulled it down to my ankles. Underneath I wore
the red bikini briefs that had come with our last booster pack. They
were soaked.
Bolt’s
hand dropped from my breast to cup my pubis. I shivered. My cunt
clenched at the indirect stimulation as he brushed his palm over the
wiry hair underneath the pseudo-silk. My clit swelled, hot,
demanding. I arched my pelvis, pressing my sex more firmly against
his hand. He wriggled a finger between my lips, pressing the fabric
into my cleft. Pleasure shimmered through my whole body. Earlobes,
lips, fingertips, nipples, clit, toes, all throbbed in time. I heard
myself moan.
“Our
little slut is very wet,” Bolt gloated. “I think she wants to be
fucked. Let’s get a look at her cunt.”
I
heard a click beside my ear, then felt cold steel against my thigh.
Fear flickered through me, almost indistinguishable from lust. Fresh
blood, he’d said. But his blade sliced only through my panties,
first at one hip, then the other. Still behind me, he pulled the
saturated fabric out from between my thighs. The friction and the
knowledge that I was being watched combined to pull me into the
whirlpool of a minor climax. I slumped in Bolt’s grasp, twitching
helplessly. The audience responded with enthusiastic applause.
I
was still shuddering when Bolt pushed me onto the mattress, face
down, butt in the air. “Spread your legs, baby. Show them all your
hot, pink twat. Let them see your tight asshole. Tonight we’re
going to fill you up, kitten.”
I
obeyed, overwhelmed with shame and yet eager to display my slick lips
and hungry holes. The embarrassment made me all the more excited. I
wiggled my ass, trying to attract Bolt’s attention.
The
watchers clapped in delight. Bolt landed a stinging slap on one butt
cheek. Heat streaked through me, nearly triggering another come. He
spanked me again. My cunt clenched, empty, ravenous.
“You
need a cock, don’t you? At least one. Well, here you go.” A fat
rod of flesh appeared in front of my face. “Suck this, slut.”
I
needed no further invitation. I couldn’t wait to taste him. Bolt’s
cock was as monstrous as the rest of him, far larger than Jeff’s,
but I swallowed him whole. I ran my lips up and down his length,
pressing my tongue firmly against his bulb at the apex of each
stroke.
He
tasted funky, as though he hadn’t showered in a while, and a bit
bitter. In my aroused state, I found him delicious. The mattress
smelled of mold, though the sheet seemed clean. It didn’t matter.
My
clit burned. My thighs felt sticky. My cunt drooled onto the
makeshift bed. My nipples ground against the rough cotton. All my
senses were heightened, but they were sending only positive messages.
He
swelled and jerked in my mouth and I eased off. I wanted him to come
in my cunt, or spurt all over my back. So that everyone could see.
Buy
Links
Amazon
UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B013ZS2678
Barnes
and Noble -
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-antidote-lisabet-sarai/1122682231?ean=2940152362305
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