A collection of five kinky stories with mixed and varied themes including sex in a public place, BDSM and food fetish.
The Strap-On by Maggie Morton
From the moment he sees the strap-on in his girlfriend’s bedroom drawer, Percy is obsessed with the sex-toy. It fills his every fantasy. Then one day it disappears and he is heartbroken. But it turns out she is taking him on a trip and there is more than one delicious surprise along the way.
Confessions by K D Grace
Confession is good for the soul, but Hail Marys and Our Fathers aren’t nearly enough to gain absolution when Jilly confesses to an unsuspecting priest that confession makes her come.
Doctor’s Orders by Brandon Burnham
Harley’s at a posh party in downtown Miami. He’s having a great time, but he does have a small problem. Both his hands are bandaged after an injury, he needs to visit the Gents, and the woman friend he came with has disappeared. Gorgeous Marie offers to help. She tells him she’s a doctor and used to performing intimate services, but things get rather more intimate than either of them originally planned.
Retail Seduction by Tabitha Rayne
Selena is out shopping when she is overcome by the urge to have an orgasm and she escapes into a changing room with a black silk scarf. Later, at home, she tells her husband, Jim, that she stole the scarf and he ties her up with it and spanks her soundly. But Selena, it seems, enjoys her punishment far too much.
Have Your Cake and Eat it by Jeremy Smith
Julie is a caterer and one of the things that annoys her is the amount of food that gets wasted. On this particular afternoon she is anxious to get home with boyfriend, Leigh, so they can catch up on their love-life – they haven’t seen each other for a while. While he’s helping her dispose of a mountain of jelly, custard and chocolate gateaux, they discovers a much more exciting use for it. Maybe they can combine clearing-up with love-making. Parties will never be quite the same again.
These stories have also been published in Kinky Girls ISBN 9781907016561
Percy had noticed the strap-on in her sex drawer instantly. It had shiny silver buckles, pink straps with flecks of gold glitter, and the dildo itself stood at attention, like it was just waiting for someone to slip and fall on it, impale themselves on its very realistic head and just slide right on down until it disappeared inside them, every inch of it enveloped by surprised flesh. Anna had watched his eyes go wide as he saw it, and she'd said, ‘Oh, that's only for the bad ones, and the girls.’
Hearing “the bad ones” scared him silly, but hearing “the girls” certainly perked up his ears. He hadn't known Anna was bisexual, he said to her, and she'd said, ‘No, I'm try-sexual, as in try-anything-once. I've decided no girls for now, and that's why you're here.’ Then she'd held up the condom she'd taken from the drawer while he'd been staring, mouth agape, at the strap-on, and he forgot about the strap-on's existence almost instantly.
Only he didn't, not really. Every time he came over to spend the night with her, which happened more and more often, there it was – staring him in the face every time he got out a condom. It was almost like it was taunting him, and then it was almost like it was tempting him, only he didn't really want to admit that to himself. No, he was the one who fucked someone's ass, not the other way around. But there it was, always hard, always willing, always lengthy and begging him to, “just try it once. Come on, you just might like it”.
Percy most certainly wasn't a try-sexual, or even a bisexual, he was just plain, old-fashioned sexual. And talented, apparently, too, as he could make Anna come and come and come, so talented, apparently, that she had said, ‘No one's ever gotten me to do that before,’ right after a lovely geyser of fluid flooded the bed beneath her. He'd been more than happy to sleep in the wet spot that night, and he was so very proud of himself.
He and Anna had fucked in every room of the house by the time he moved in, and he found himself continuing to try to up the ante, to keep things exciting for this girl who had implied she had a ton of experience, and furthermore, that she'd had a ton of experiences. In their second month living together, he hid his intense study of Japanese rope bondage, then surprised her one night with a coil of thick, black rope, a surprise that she seemed quite pleased with, a completely undisguised look of joy spreading across her face. He'd hog-tied her, safety scissors placed on the bedside table like he'd been taught, and she'd made such lovely sounds as he fucked her ass. She'd squirmed around under him, giggling and moaning and then saying, ‘Oh, my!’ as he slowed down his thrusts, sliding in and out of her with a practiced slowness. She seemed to enjoy being restrained and helpless almost as much as he enjoyed her being restrained and helpless, and he goaded her on, telling her that he could do anything he wanted to her right now, that she was his willing slave, just a bunch of holes to be fucked. She'd really liked that – she'd liked those words so much that he'd told her if she was really good, if she begged, he'd untie one of her arms and let her play with herself while he fucked her ass. She begged for a minute straight, a non-stop trail of words, telling him she'd do anything to be able to get off, and then when she'd promised to even do his laundry for a month straight, he'd cracked up. That was exactly why he loved her.
But still, there it was, all seven or so inches of flesh-coloured goodness, almost like a proffered dessert menu, and even though you're stuffed to the gills, there's a glazed three-tier gateaux calling out your name in the sultriest of tones. Percy had never thought a sex toy could be a seductress (or a seducer, considering what it was), but he started having mouth-watering thoughts of it flit through his head, day and night.
He might be washing up after breakfast or watching a game on TV or even taking a shower, and through his head would flash an image of Anna, wearing his favourite garter belt (the black satin one), encased to the thighs in shiny PVC stockings. She'd be facing away from him, and she'd glance at him over her shoulder, and then suddenly she would turn around, and he'd instantly spot the rubber cock sticking up from her crotch, pointing right towards him.
