The next volume of my D&S Duos series will be released next Thursday, April 30th. But you can pre-order it now, if you want...
It
should be available on Barnes and Noble, Kobo and other fine
booksellers by the time the 30th rolls around.
Meanwhile,
here’s an exclusive excerpt from one of the two stories, “Detente”,
a MMF polyamory tale.
* * *
I
look around, locate a stool, and seat myself on it with my legs
spread rudely. I smooth my hands down over my thighs, then up along
the inner surfaces, until my thumbs rest near my pubis. David’s
swollen cock throbs and twitches as he follows my every move. Slowly,
I burrow into my thatch and open my cunt lips to their gaze. A drop
of liquid flows from the splayed folds and traces a lazy path down my
thigh. The air fills with my funky perfume.
Eric
squirms a bit on the table. David releases a shaky sigh.
“So,
did you miss me?” They both nod, apparently speechless. “It does
seem that you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”
Casually,
I slip the two fingers of my right hand into my cunt. My juices
overflow onto the wooden seat. I slip a third finger into my cleft.
Blood surges in my clit. With the forefinger of my other hand, I
begin to draw little circles on the head of that aching button of
flesh. Each touch makes me shiver with pleasure.
The
uncertainty is gone from my lovers’ faces. All that remains is
lust. I beckon to David. “Come over here and eat me,” I command.
He doesn’t need a second invitation.
He
kneels between my legs and buries his face in my bush. I nearly come
the first time he plunges his tongue into me, but I hold myself back.
I want to make him work for a while.
David
licks and sucks energetically at my flesh, making obscene slurping
noises that arouse me even more. I stroke the dark tangle of his
hair, murmuring encouragement. Over his head, I catch Eric’s eye. I
don’t see any bitterness or jealousy there. His mouth is half open,
as if he’s panting.
It’s
too delicious to resist for long. I close my eyes and surrender to
sensation. David tickles, gnaws, probes, swallows me whole. When he
takes my clit between his teeth, my whole body begins to shudder.
After four days without sex, I come in a thundering flood. The world
crumbles around me and is swept away.
The
aftershocks gradually subside. I open my eyes. David’s still
between my thighs, his mustache limp and dripping, his cheeks
smeared. He looks awfully pleased with himself.
“Was
that good, Margot?” he asks.
“What
do you think?” I reach down and pinch the taut flesh of his
cockhead. He winces in response. “But you’re not done yet.”
“What
is your pleasure, Mistress?” He’s jesting, but in fact I know
that he’ll do as I say.
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