Sunday, January 7, 2018

Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas -- #FF #erotica #XRated @LarryArcher

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Time for another Sizzling Sunday post! Here’s an X-rated FF excerpt from Hot Brides in Vegas, to warm you up, if you happen to be one of the millions in the US battling the deep freeze!

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torellis tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out for a stag night, exploring the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids Laura and Chantal are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia, who has promised her brother that Franny will come to the altar a virgin.

Frustrated and annoyed by these double standards, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own. With the help of a susceptible concierge, a butch ex-cop limo driver and a scandalous French couturiere, they find their way to The Foxs Den, the most exclusiveand outrageous—gentlemen’s club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers, bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous Amateur Night.

The gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.

Will love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there a difference?

She brought her face to Francesca’s. Her mouth was soft, her lips smooth. She tasted familiar. It took a moment for Fran to realize that Lily must use the same minty toothpaste she did.

Instinct made her return the kiss. Honestly, she didn’t think about it. Jake always joked about her being orally-fixated—luckily for him! She loved kissing, licking, sucking, and of course giving head. Sometimes she’d start at his toes and lick her way all the way up his legs, along his sensitive inner thighs to his balls. She’d hover there, circling the base of his cock but not touching the shaft or the knob, until he was crazy with need. Instead of giving him what he craved, she’d bypass the main attraction, moving up to his nipples, where she’d nuzzle and nip until he started to beg. Only then would she relent and swallow his rod, sucking him till he filled her mouth with his cream.

So it felt quite natural for her to press her lips against Lily’s, to trace their plump outline, then slip her tongue inside the other girl’s mouth. It was just a kiss, a luscious, juicy French kiss with a peculiar flavor that Fran couldn’t immediately identify, a flavor that overwhelmed the peppermint. 
Lily’s lips were tangy with an undertone that made Francesca think of the sea. Strange, but strangely arousing, too.

Lily responded with enthusiasm, pulling Francesca into her arms and mashing the bride-to-be’s chiffon-veiled tits against her own chest. That felt good, too, the warmth, the pressure and the friction—not to mention the sense of being desired.

When the Asian woman’s hand crept under Fran’s skirt to stroke her pussy, however, Francesca

Wait,” she said, pulling away from Lily’s embrace. “I’ve never…”

There’s a first time for everything,” Lily replied, her voice husky with lust. “Don’t you want to?” She’d slipped off the couch and was on her knees once more, near Francesca’s feet. Her lovely oval face tilted upward, a question in her dark eyes. She licked her lips with a hunger that made Francesca shiver with mingled fear and want. “If you’ll let me, I can make you feel really good…”

Without waiting for Fran’s assent, she pushed the voluminous skirt out of the way and hooked the elastic waistband of the thong, dragging it down to Fran’s ankles with a deftness that suggested substantial experience. Pressing her palms against Francesca’s inner thighs, she opened her wide.

Oh, you smell wonderful!” Lily exclaimed, leaning forward to breathe in Francesca’s musky scent.I’ll bet you taste delicious, too.” She extended her tongue to lick gently at the other woman’s labia.

Francesca shuddered and moaned. “Oh, please—wait—I’m not sure…”

Lily prodded Fran’s swollen clit. Electric pleasure jolted her. “Just relax and enjoy, sweet. Think of it as my wedding present.”

Think? As the stripper went to work on her pussy, pretty much every thought left Francesca’s head. She’d thought Jake was skilled in oral sex. This woman made him look like an amateur.

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And if this book appeals to you.. check out Larry Archer’s lesbian romance Nina the Fallen Ballerina. Set in the same universe, Larry’s book tells the story of a young woman whose dreams were frustrated—until she walked in the door of The Fox’s Den!

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