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226 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 12, 2016



Her hips moved in tight circles as Lennon touched her and Jack fucked her.
“Call him,” he says, whipping out his phone. “I want him to hear you come.”
My hands were raw from gripping the ropes. Somehow all the pain made every sensation more extreme, even the feel of him moving in and out of me.
The noise of his hand on my cheek is an omen of terrific sensation to come.
Inside the velvet bodice of my dress his fingers go. Into my corset and chemise until he cups my breasts.
Suddenly, real life gave me a bit of a jolt when Jax, looking inquisitive, tapped on my car window. I wasn’t sure if it was because he had a garden question, or if he’d witnessed me molesting his T-shirt.
“He came in and sat down a half hour ago. He’s still there. By himself.” Oh fuck. I think my younger self wrote a fanfic that started like that.
He always chose the perfect words to get me off. I can hear them now, in my mind. The way he wrapped his tongue around words like cunt and cock. I hear every nuance, every inflection, and sear them into my mind.
And it does…when his pee hits directly, accurately, purposefully onto the head of my clit. “Fuck,” I grunt, trying not to move and unable to hold still.
Sir moves behind me, spanking me with the long-handled leather paddle, which makes a loud slapping sound as it strikes. Charles, facing my front, gazes into my eyes as he tweaks my nipples and then amuses himself by lightly slapping my breasts, making them swing back and forth.

Lennon wrote back thirty seconds later. “Yes, please. Saturday, nine. 152 Riverside Drive. Warn the driver we’ll be dress weird.”
Read and excerpt in bestwomenseroticaoftheyear.tumblr.com/
Final note: Both stories I read had sex relationships in all ways, M/F, F/F, M/M (Not explicit, sadly), M/F/M, and M/F/F.SO HOT!