Happy
Sunday! Well, I’m happy, at least. My brand new erotica title, The
Slut Strikes Back, is now available for pre-order. Release date
is next Saturday, July 11th? But if you’re in the mood
for some X-rated fun, why wait?
You’ll
find the blurb and an exclusive X-rated excerpt below.
Blurb
“Find
someone else to satisfy your needs.”
When
her husband complains about her constant sexual demands, MILF Lauren
Gordon is shocked and hurt – and determined to act on his
instructions.
Lauren
has never strayed outside the bounds of her marriage, but now that
she has permission, she unleashes her voracious libido on her
gorgeous girlfriend next door, the UPS delivery man, and anyone else
who strikes her fancy.
Her
husband called her a slut in order to shame her. Lauren wears the
title with pride. When he comes home to find her gang banging her
son’s buddies from the college wrestling team, he realizes he’s
made a huge mistake. He wants his slutty wife back. But once you’ve
freed the genie, you can’t put it back in the bottle.
If
you love wild adventures of wanton women, you'll love The Slut
Strikes Back.
Exclusive
Excerpt
The
lone staff member came out from behind the counter to bring her
sandwich.
“Thanks,”
she said, looking up. He loomed over her, a big guy, maybe late
twenties, with a shaved head and a gold stud in one ear. He wore
tight jeans, a polo shirt with the shop logo, an apron that hid his
crotch, and a knowing smirk that sent a premonitory shudder of
pleasure skittering down to her loins.
“Enjoy,”
he said, his eyes flicking from her face to her tits and back again.
Trying
to ignore his presence, she dove into her lunch. Instead of returning
to his station, the guy leaned against a nearby table, folded his
arms across his broad chest, and watched her eat.
She
finished her wrap in record time, without tasting a bite. All she
could think about was how her nipples ached and her clit throbbed.
Under the spotlight of his leering gaze, she felt hot all over.
Juices welled up from her pussy, dampening the cotton skirt that
separated her bare buttocks from the chair seat. When she got up to
leave, would there be a wet spot?
As
she wiped her lips with a napkin and gulped down the last of her
water, he approached her once more to gather the tuna-smeared
sandwich wrapper and other debris. His hands were as large as the
rest of him, hairy on the back, with blunt, fat fingers. Lauren
couldn’t help thinking about how those fingers might feel, pushing
into her cunt.
He
tossed her trash in a nearby bin, then held his fingers to his nose
and inhaled deeply. “Bet you smell something like this.” He gave
a lewd chuckle. “In fact, I think I can smell you from here.”
Lauren
wanted to sink through the floor. At the same time, she was so turned
on that she felt faint.
He
probably could smell her. She was certainly wet enough. He
stood over her, grinning like some demon. Instinctively, she shrank
back, drawing her arms up in front of her heaving breasts in a futile
attempt to preserve her modesty.
“Oh
no you don’t!” He snatched her wrists and spread her arms wide.
“You’re not gonna hide those beauties from me.”
“Leave
me alone.” Her quavering voice sounded unconvincing even to her own
ears.
“You
sure that’s what you want?” When he released her wrists, her
arms fell limply to her sides. A sudden pinch to one nipple kindled a
fierce bolt of pleasure-pain. “Me, I think you want something
else.” Grabbing her hand once more, he pulled it under his apron
and curled her palm over his rock-solid erection. “I think this is
what you want.”
He
felt huge, so massively swollen she wondered how he’d ever get his
zipper down. Saliva gathered in her mouth. She licked her dry lips.
“Give
it a squeeze,” he ordered, his voice lower and more seductive.
“That’s all for you, babe. You want it?”
No,
she wanted to assert. What came out of her mouth was a whimper of
need.
He
reached out to fondle her breasts through the thin fabric of her
blouse, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs. She kept her hand on
his astonishing cock, transfixed by lust, unable to form a coherent
thought. She should get up and leave. He wouldn’t stop her –
would he? She might be a slut, but this, this was too much, too
blatant, too dangerous. Meanwhile her nips sparked, blood pumped
through her clit, and her pussy wept.
All
at once he stepped back, untied his apron and tossed it onto a chair.
Now she could see the fearsome bulk of his cock, straining against
his zipper. He skewered her with an insolent stare. She felt utterly
transparent.
“Last
chance, slut,” he growled. “If you want my dick, get up off your
ass and get yourself into the toilet.”
There
was no conscious decision. One minute she was cringing in her chair
and marveling at his cock. The next, she was on her way to the unisex
rest room, with him following close behind.
The
facility wasn’t particularly small, but he seemed to take up all
the space. He kicked the door shut and locked it. “Bend over,” he
commanded. “Hold onto the sink. Yeah, that’s right.”
Lifting
her long skirt, he flung it over her head to bare her naked lower
parts.
“Whoa,
you are a slut!”
He
landed a quick, hot slap on her butt, then probed her with those fat
fingers, just as she’d imagined. She felt her juices spill out over
his hands and down her thighs. She didn’t care; she was beyond
shame.
“You’re
desperate for it, aren’t you?” His palm connected with her other
cheek, the sweet sting sending fiery tendrils down to her core.
“Well, I won’t make you wait.”
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