Lies: Chapter 3, Scene 3

When Saturday arrived, Val was so excited that she wanted to skip going out to eat altogether. But, gentleman that he was, Robert insisted they dine at an expensive restaurant to mark the occasion as their first night being intimate. While they waited for their food to arrive, Robert leaned in close to Val. They were sitting side by side. She felt his tongue and then his teeth as he nibbled at her ear. His hand worked its way up her leg and under her skirt as he continued nibbling at Val’s neck.

“Can I do anything I want to you tonight?” he asked.

“Yes,” Val said.

She felt his finger trace the line where her pussy lips come together. His finger traced that line over and over again through her panties. She wanted his finger under the lace, but he didn’t give her what she wanted. Val had to stay as calm as possible in the restaurant as Robert continued to reach up her skirt in the busy restaurant. Every time before that night, Robert had been shy about sex. This new boldness excited her as much emotionally as it did physically.

“I’m going to let you see me first. I know you want to look at my cock. Val, you take every opportunity to tell me how badly you want to see it, to taste it, to touch it. Do ya want to see it tonight before you feel it?” He pushed lightly, still outside her panties, on the flesh protecting her clit.

“I want to see it more than you know,” Val said. She was sure her face was flushed while they spoke this way in quiet whispers in the crowded restaurant. She kissed him deeply on the mouth, taking in a whiff of his Old Spice. If they hadn’t already ordered their entrees, Val would have suggested they pay for the wine and then fuck out in the car. Her pussy was already wet through her panties from the teasing. Screw polite social behavior. Robert was turning her on more and more with each passing minute in the Italian restaurant.

“I’m glad you’re eager,” he said before removing his hand from under her skirt. “I’ll just be a second.”

She watched him walk to the men’s room to wash his hands before the food arrived. Robert wiggled his ass a little as he headed for the restroom. She wondered if the wiggling was intentional. Even if it was, she liked it. Robert was sexy, and for the first time since meeting him, he acted like he knew it. Val wished she could see this side of him every day. Insurance salesman or not, Robert still held a mysteriousness Val found intriguing and sexy as hell. When he returned to the table, they ate. She rushed through her food and asked Robert to hurry up and drive her back to his house. They’d waited long enough to have sex for the first time.

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Back at Robert’s place, as soon as they were in his bedroom, Val sat on the large bed. She watched as Robert reached into a box, pulling out a set of handcuffs. They were still in the plastic packaging, unopened. She wondered when and where he bought them. For their first time having sex, she hadn’t imagined he’d use bondage. Val suddenly felt hot all over as he showed the handcuffs to her.

“You like it kinky?” she said. She arched her eyebrows and hoped he’d turn on the ceiling fan. “I could tell from the last time how much you liked cuffing my hands behind my back.”

“Do you?” He mimicked her facial expression and raised his black eyebrows. Robert’s smile and the glint in his eyes suggested he hoped she would say yes.

Val pulled her shirt over her head. “Very much so. I’ve already shown you I’m into bondage.”

He traced the outline of the cuff with his index finger and said, “Then I should use these on you.” He scooted further back onto his bed and firmly held her wrists in his hands as he did so. The result was that Val’s wrists were in the perfect position. Then he cuffed her wrists above her head and looped the chain of the cuffs around one of the iron posts on the headboard.

“If you need or want me to stop, I want you to pick a safe word first,” he said.

Val told him what she thought a good safe word would be before he also removed his shirt. His toned physique didn’t resemble an insurance agent at all. Even though Val saw him shirtless a few times in the past, he was infinitely sexier now than those times. She wanted to touch his chest and trace the line of his six-pack abs with her fingers but couldn’t. Robert reached up her skirt again, but this time he pulled her panties off, and then he did the same to Val’s skirt. She watched as he unhooked her lacy, black bra. Taking his time, he sucked her nipples.

“Hey, you’re still half dressed,” she said.

“You said I get to do whatever I want.” Robert then pulled a blindfold over her eyes. “And I want you to see my cock. You will see my cock.” He repeated the sentence. “You will see my cock tonight.”

Val’s confusion churned in her lungs like butter. If he wanted her to see his cock, why was he blindfolding her? She loved being blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, so she kept her mouth shut. Instead of asking, she played along with his game. “You know, I never told you this before, but I’ve been going crazy waiting for you to be intimate with me again,” she said. Val felt his warm cock touch her lips as she ended the sentence. Without thinking twice about it, she opened her mouth.

“I’m going to make you suck me until I come inside your mouth,” Robert said.

She opened her mouth wider, waiting for his cock to part her lips and glide over her tongue. Robert slid only the cock-head inside before taking it out of her mouth. Val stuck her tongue out a little, trying to find his cock again. She wanted to see it and taste it. The teasing was almost cruel. He brought his cock to her mouth again, repeating what he had just done. She wanted to suck him, but all he was letting her do was lick. Why’d he say she’d get to suck him off and then just tease her with it?

“I’m not going to punish you for wanting to suck my cock,” Robert said. His voice lingered on the word, “not.” Then he repeated the words again, this time more slowly. “I’m NOT going to punish you for wanting to suck my cock.”

Robert then parted her sex with his fingers. After finding her clit, he pinched Val’s nipple hard with his other hand. The rough pinching wasn’t what Val expected to happen next. She let out a little noise, as the pain was a surprise. With him saying one thing but doing another, she had no idea what sensations to expect.

“I want your cock in me,” she said. “Please, give me your cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, wherever you want, but I need it.”

The rubbing on her clit was steady as he pinched the other nipple harder between his thumb and index finger. Other than using the safe word, Val was helpless to stop him, and she didn’t want to. She was learning how much he liked punishing her. He hummed with a low set of guttural vibrations every time he pinched her nipple harder.

“I think I’m going to punish your eagerness by not letting you orgasm. I also intend to rub myself in your slickness but not finish inside you. I want to straddle your torso then rub myself while you can’t watch me.” Robert spoke clearly in measured, almost practiced syllables. He stopped touching her sex, and then did as he announced. He straddled Val’s belly.
“No,” she said. “I need your cock. I want to see it, and then I want to suck it. Please either put it into my mouth or into my pussy. I can’t stand this anymore. You and I have waited way too long for you to tease me like this.” Robert nearly had Val at orgasm when he stopped touching between her legs in order to straddle her. She thought he was just about to penetrate.

Robert dismounted before she felt his knees on each side of her head. He certainly hadn’t announced this. She opened her mouth again, eager to taste his salty skin again. This time, he filled her mouth with it. His flesh was warm, hard, and clean. Robert must have been facing the other way because he parted her pussy-lips with his fingers.

She hadn’t even realized he was facing in the correct direction to sixty-nine. Robert’s mouth over her clit was wonderful. Her breathing quickened suddenly through her nose as he pleasured her. The head of his cock stayed at the back of her mouth, just before it would trigger her gag reflex. It lingered there while she moaned softly. After she inhaled deeply to moan again, Robert lowered his body on her, pressing his cock down her throat. She loved the loss of control while bound and gagged with his penis. With all the shyness before that night, Val was shocked he was so assertive in bed. As soon as Robert raised himself for Val to breathe, he brought her to orgasm by sucking vigorously on her clit.

“I want to see that hard cock of yours before you come,” she said after he pulled his erect cock out of her mouth. “You said I could see it.”

“And you said I could do anything I wanted to you.” Robert laughed playfully before kissing her thigh.

Robert ran his fingertips up the inside of her leg before turning his body around, and then he lay on her. He found Val’s wetness between her legs and penetrated. His grunting was loud as she pulsed her muscles around his hard flesh. She kissed him as he slowly made love to her. She wanted to be freed of the cuffs and dig her nails into his back as he took his time inside. “Let me go,” she said. Taking the handcuffs off her, Robert paused before his thrusting rhythm resumed and then took on a frantic speed. As the pace quickened, she forgot about wanting to see him. Val forgot to remove the blindfold as she concentrated on the pleasure he was giving her. Robert clearly knew how to give a good, hard fuck. She was surprised he’d acted so shy sexually before on their dates. She embraced him as he thrust harder, faster.

“Come for me,” she said. Val could tell he was getting close to the point of no return. His thrusting was quick and his breathy heavy.

“I love you, Val.”

“I love you too,” she said. The words sounded as natural and carefree as any Val ever spoke.

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Lies: Chapter 3, Scene 2

Later that night while Val was asleep and Robert was beside her and awake, he had shivers every time he thought about being with Val. Not only was she beautiful and wonderful, but her pussy felt like heaven around his dick. Even though he didn’t want to hurt her, he couldn’t wait to visit Dr. Grillo before having sex with Val again. He kept fantasizing about how good her body felt, and his pent up frustration led him to make a decision. He’d tell her an outright lie so he could feel her sweet body around his dick again. Hopefully everything would work out, and she’d never know he’d lied.

When she awoke the next morning, she tried having sex with him again, but Robert couldn’t concentrate on how much easier everything would be if he could just lie to her and be rock-hard. From the distraction, he wasn’t able to perform. “How about I take you to The Whale’s Belly tonight?” he asked.

“That run-down bar on fifth?” There was an edge to her voice. She seemed hurt that he didn’t want to have morning sex.

“Yeah, have you ever been there?”

“No. It looks horrible from the outside,” she said.

“It’s a fun place. How about I pick you up around ten?” He was giddy from the excitement of knowing he could deceive her there.

Val agreed, and Robert announced he needed to drive home and then run some errands. He was awfully sorry he had to run so early, but he couldn’t wait to be with her later on inside The Whale’s Belly. He dressed, and so did she. “I have one request for tonight,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“Wear that green, button-down dress you wore two weeks ago. I think it makes you look especially hot.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, and Robert knew she was thinking. “That dress doesn’t even hug my curves,” she said.

“You’re right, but I imagine ripping that dress off you every time you wear it. Sure, it’s a tent of a thing, but I like to think of the buttons flying everywhere if I ever get really needy and decide to rip it open.” Robert kissed her and left before she could ask more questions about the dress.

When he did pick her up later that night, Val kept to her word. She wore the long, green dress with buttons running all the way up to the neckline from the hem near her knees. Her cheeks were rosy when she opened the door to Robert’s sedan. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, and if I’d have known you thought about ripping this dress off me, I’d wear it more often,” she said when she closed the door and clicked her seat belt into place.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said as he drove straight to the bar.

When they arrived, Robert parked across the street from The Whale’s Belly. The outside of the building was shaped like a normal bar, but when they walked inside he pointed toward the walls and ceiling. “See all the ribs?”

“They’re pretty hard to miss,” Val said. “What are they made out of?”

“I have no idea, but it gives the place character, don’t you think?” He ordered them each a bottle of beer before resting his hand on her waist and whispering into her ear. “Let’s go straight. There’s a back room with a couple pool tables.” For a Sunday night, the crowd was decent, but Robert guessed correctly that no one was in the pool room. He opened a heavy wooden door and then closed it behind them. Inside were two pool tables. Val and Robert were alone. He was glad the back room wasn’t smoky like the main area of The Whales Belly because Val had a hard time breathing in smoky areas. They hardly ever went to bars for that reason.

“I wonder why nobody’s back here?” she said, setting her beer down next to one of the racks holding pool cues. “You wanna play pool?”

“No. Something else sounds like more fun.” Robert kissed her, pressing his body against hers. “I know the owner, and he agreed to give us this room for awhile. I paid him more than what he’d make on the pool tables. He’s gonna keep a watch out so we stay alone. Let’s make love on one of the pool tables.” Robert was aroused, and he wanted to make sure Val knew how badly he wanted to fuck her on the green velvet. He pressed his pelvis against hers and made sure she could feel how hard his cock was.

“Nobody’ll come inside? We could get into a lot of trouble if somebody sees us,” she said. Breathing just as hard as he was, Robert knew the idea excited her.

“Not a soul. I promise.” Robert didn’t know the owner of The Whale’s Belly. He’d only placed an educated guess that no one would open the doors and see them on top of the pool table. He hoped to be quick about what they were about to do so Val wouldn’t realize he’d deceived her.

She obviously trusted him because she lay on her back on top of the pool table. Unbuttoning all the buttons on the front of her dress, she waited for him to climb onto the table with her. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his pants down. Leaving his shirt on, he pushed it up around his neck so he could feel her tits against his chest. Before kneeling between Val’s legs, he lifted her bra above her breasts and then tugged her panties over her hips and then down to her ankles. She lifted her knees and parted her legs.

Before penetrating and fucking like rabbits, Robert leaned in and whispered into her ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said.

Robert hoped the billiards table was bolted securely to the ground because he was intent on having sex quickly. Her pussy was wet and warm as he pressed his cock into her. He felt her slit swallow his dick, and he couldn’t help but grunt as he thrust. How had he been so lucky? Val was the only woman he knew who’d go for this sort of thing. She was just as kinky as he was. Hell, as long as the lie didn’t backfire on him, maybe they could make this a regular thing. Public sex was so exciting. He felt like an actor on a stage. Maybe she’d even go for other people watching them fuck. She’d really get into performing in front of other people. He would have never pegged her as an exhibitionist, but there on the pool table she worked up a sweat and grunted just as much as he did.

Robert did love Val. The fact that she’d been willing to go along with screwing in the back room of The Whale’s Belly only solidified his eagerness to spend more time with her. This woman was special, and as she dug her fingernails into his back with her orgasm, Robert took a moment to ponder how to get closer to her without having to perpetuate the cycle of lies. As he ejaculated inside her eager pussy, he vowed to himself to discuss all this with Dr. Grillo. There had to be a way to keep Val Fox in his life without lying to her.

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Lies: Chapter 2, Scene 4

When Saturday arrived, Val was so excited that she wanted to skip going out to eat altogether. But, gentleman that he was, Robert insisted they dine at an expensive restaurant to mark the occasion as their first night being intimate. While they waited for their food to arrive, Robert leaned in close to Val. They were sitting side by side. She felt his tongue and then his teeth as he nibbled at her ear. His hand worked its way up her leg and under her skirt as he continued nibbling at Val’s neck.

“Can I do anything I want to you tonight?” he asked.

“Yes,” Val said. She felt his finger trace the line where her pussy lips come together. His finger traced that line over and over again through her panties. She wanted his finger under the lace, but he didn’t give her what she wanted. Val had to stay as calm as possible in the restaurant as Robert continued to reach up her skirt in the busy restaurant. Every time before that night, Robert had been shy about sex. This new boldness excited her as much emotionally as it did physically.

“I’m going to let you see me first. I know you want to look at my cock. Val, you take every opportunity to tell me how badly you want to see it, to taste it, to touch it. Do ya want to see it tonight before you feel it?” He pushed lightly, still outside her panties, on the flesh protecting her clit.

“I want to see it more than you know,” Val said. She was sure her face was flushed while they spoke this way in quiet whispers in the crowded restaurant. She kissed him deeply on the mouth, taking in a whiff of his Old Spice. If they hadn’t already ordered their entrees, Val would have suggested they pay for the wine and then fuck out in the car. Her pussy was already wet through her panties from the teasing. Screw polite social behavior. Robert was turning her on more and more with each passing minute in the Italian restaurant.

“I’m glad you’re eager,” he said before removing his hand from under her skirt.

“I’ll just be a second.”

She watched him walk to the men’s room to wash his hands before the food arrived. Robert wiggled his ass a little as he headed for the restroom. She wondered if the wiggling was intentional. Even if it was, she liked it. Robert was sexy, and for the first time since meeting him, he acted like he knew it. Val wished she could see this side of him every day. Insurance salesman or not, Robert still held a mysteriousness Val found intriguing and sexy as hell. When he returned to the table, they ate. She rushed through her food and asked Robert to hurry up and drive her back to his house. They’d waited long enough to have sex for the first time.


Back at Robert’s place, as soon as they were in his bedroom, Val sat on the large bed. She watched as Robert reached into a box, pulling out a set of handcuffs. They were still in the plastic packaging, unopened. She wondered when and where he bought them. For their first time having sex, she hadn’t imagined he’d use bondage. Val suddenly felt hot all over as he showed the handcuffs to her. “You like it kinky?” she said. She arched her eyebrows and hoped he’d turn on the ceiling fan. “I could tell from the last time how much you liked cuffing my hands behind my back.”

“Do you?” He mimicked her facial expression and raised his black eyebrows. Robert’s smile and the glint in his eyes suggested he hoped she would say yes.

Val pulled her shirt over her head. “Very much so. I’ve already shown you I’m into bondage.”

He traced the outline of the cuff with his index finger and said, “Then I should use these on you.” He scooted further back onto his bed and firmly held her wrists in his hands as he did so. The result was that Val’s wrists were in the perfect position. Then he cuffed her wrists above her head and looped the chain of the cuffs around one of the iron posts on the headboard.

“If you need or want me to stop, I want you to pick a safe word first,” he said.

Val told him what she thought a good safe word would be before he also removed his shirt. His toned physique didn’t resemble an insurance agent at all. Even though Val saw him shirtless a few times in the past, he was infinitely sexier now than those times. She wanted to touch his chest and trace the line of his six-pack abs with her fingers but couldn’t. Robert reached up her skirt again, but this time he pulled her panties off, and then he did the same to Val’s skirt. She watched as he unhooked her lacy, black bra. Taking his time, he sucked her nipples.

“Hey, you’re still half dressed,” she said.

“You said I get to do whatever I want.” Robert then pulled a blindfold over her eyes. “And I want you to see my cock. You will see my cock.” He repeated the sentence. “You will see my cock tonight.”

Val’s confusion churned in her lungs like butter. If he wanted her to see his cock, why was he blindfolding her? She loved being blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, so she kept her mouth shut. Instead of asking, she played along with his game. “You know, I never told you this before, but I’ve been going crazy waiting for you to be intimate with me again,” she said. Val felt his warm cock touch her lips as she ended the sentence. Without thinking twice about it, she opened her mouth.

“I’m going to make you suck me until I come inside your mouth,” Robert said.

She opened her mouth wider, waiting for his cock to part her lips and glide over her tongue. Robert slid only the cock-head inside before taking it out of her mouth. Val stuck her tongue out a little, trying to find his cock again. She wanted to see it and taste it. The teasing was almost cruel. He brought his cock to her mouth again, repeating what he had just done. She wanted to suck him, but all he was letting her do was lick. Why’d he say she’d get to suck him off and then just tease her with it?

“I’m not going to punish you for wanting to suck my cock,” Robert said. His voice lingered on the word, “not.” Then he repeated the words again, this time more slowly. “I’m NOT going to punish you for wanting to suck my cock.”

Robert then parted her sex with his fingers. After finding her clit, he pinched Val’s nipple hard with his other hand. The rough pinching wasn’t what Val expected to happen next. She let out a little noise, as the pain was a surprise. With him saying one thing but doing another, she had no idea what sensations to expect. “I want your cock in me,” she said. “Please, give me your cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, wherever you want, but I need it.” The rubbing on her clit was steady as he pinched the other nipple harder between his thumb and index finger. Other than using the safe word, Val was helpless to stop him, and she didn’t want to. She was learning how much he liked punishing her. He hummed with a low set of guttural vibrations every time he pinched her nipple harder.

“I think I’m going to punish your eagerness by not letting you orgasm. I also intend to rub myself in your slickness but not finish inside you. I want to straddle your torso then rub myself while you can’t watch me.” Robert spoke clearly in measured, almost practiced syllables. He stopped touching her sex, and then did as he announced. He straddled Val’s belly.

“No,” she said. “I need your cock. I want to see it, and then I want to suck it. Please either put it into my mouth or into my pussy. I can’t stand this anymore. You and I have waited way too long for you to tease me like this.” Robert nearly had Val at orgasm when he stopped touching between her legs in order to straddle her. She thought he was just about to penetrate.

Robert dismounted before she felt his knees on each side of her head. He certainly hadn’t announced this. She opened her mouth again, eager to taste his salty skin again. This time, he filled her mouth with it. His flesh was warm, hard, and clean. Robert must have been facing the other way because he parted her pussy-lips with his fingers. She hadn’t even realized he was facing in the correct direction to sixty-nine. Robert’s mouth over her clit was wonderful.

Her breathing quickened suddenly through her nose as he pleasured her. The head of his cock stayed at the back of her mouth, just before it would trigger her gag reflex. It lingered there while she moaned softly. After she inhaled deeply to moan again, Robert lowered his body on her, pressing his cock down her throat. She loved the loss of control while bound and gagged with his penis. With all the shyness before that night, Val was shocked he was so assertive in bed. As soon as Robert raised himself for Val to breathe, he brought her to orgasm by sucking vigorously on her clit.

“I want to see that hard cock of yours before you come,” she said after he pulled his erect cock out of her mouth. “You said I could see it.”

“And you said I could do anything I wanted to you.” Robert laughed playfully before kissing her thigh.

Robert ran his fingertips up the inside of her leg before turning his body around, and then he lay on her. He found Val’s wetness between her legs and penetrated. His grunting was loud as she pulsed her muscles around his hard flesh. She kissed him as he slowly made love to her. She wanted to be freed of the cuffs and dig her nails into his back as he took his time inside. “Let me go,” she said. Taking the handcuffs off her, Robert paused before his thrusting rhythm resumed and then took on a frantic speed. As the pace quickened, she forgot about wanting to see him. Val forgot to remove the blindfold as she concentrated on the pleasure he was giving her. Robert clearly knew how to give a good, hard fuck. She was surprised he’d acted so shy sexually before on their dates. She embraced him as he thrust harder, faster.

“Come for me,” she said. Val could tell he was getting close to the point of no return. His thrusting was quick and his breathy heavy.

“I love you, Val.”

“I love you too,” she said. The words sounded as natural and carefree as any Val ever spoke.

Lies: Chapter 3, Scene 1

Val was reclining in her office chair staring at the picture on the wall of Robert. He was shirtless in the photograph. She loved the way his muscles shined with the reflection of sunlight in this picture of him washing his car. In the image he wore nothing but his swimming trunks. Not only was the picture of Robert showing his toned, wet, soapy, and tanned body, but the way the light hit his skin and created shadows in the ripples of his abs and in the notch where his bathing suit rested on his waist was driving Val wild in her office chair. The day she took this photograph of him, he’d seemed a little freaked out when she asked him to remove his shirt. His nervousness vanished when she suggested a way to calm his nervousness by suggesting he wash his car.

When Val had told him she wanted to take a picture of him so that she could look at him when she was alone and hot for him, he pulled the polo shirt over his head. That was over a year ago. She had lusted after him then, but she wanted him more and more the longer she knew him. He didn’t strike her as the conservative type, especially after he’d pleasured her the first time over his lap with the belt. No matter how much she tried, he always stopped her when she tried to get more than his shirt off. Val tried over and over again with the same result. Robert clearly wasn’t ready to be intimate with her yet, but that didn’t stop Val from continuing to fantasize about using the belt on him. She wasn’t sure why, but there was something about Robert giving her the premonition that he liked bondage on himself, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Val closed her eyes as she slipped her jeans off, then her panties. Robert promised her that they’d have sex for the first time this coming Saturday. She thought about him kissing her neck, holding her breasts in his palms, and how good it’d feel to finally be intimate with him. His hands were always gentle with her. She couldn’t wait to experiment and see if she could convince him to spank her again. The calluses on his hands from working with wood and tools on the weekends made them a little rough, but Val knew Robert would be gentle their first time having sex. He was a gentleman after all. The woodworking hobby had spiked an even greater curiosity in Val because if he liked BDSM, maybe he could create some custom made implements, stocks, or crops.

She stroked the sides of her clit as she imagined being in Robert’s bed in only a few days. In her opinion, they had waited too long to be intimate. He wouldn’t even let her see him totally naked, let alone go down on him. It wasn’t as if Robert was religious or conservative in other ways, but every time she suggested getting naked, he tensed. Val closed her eyes more tightly and imagined taking his hard, hot cock into her mouth as she continued touching herself. Saturday couldn’t arrive soon enough for her. She wanted to know what his cock looked like. Was it straight or slightly bowed? Her fingers continued stroking between her legs as she imagined how Robert must look while completely nude.

Lies: Chapter 2, Scene 3

“I’ve never heard of that problem before,” Dr. Grillo said. “There’s nothing written in the sex therapy books I’ve studied that would help you with your particular issue.” She wrinkled her eyebrows and drew in the left corner of her mouth in a half frown. “We have our work cut out for us, don’t we?”

Robert was sitting on Dr. Grillo’s fluffy sofa. When he heard her reaction, he ran his fingers through his black hair, messaging his scalp. “There’s got to be something you can do.”

“Well, let’s start by you telling me more about your issues.” She yanked on the drawer of her desk, retrieving a yellow legal pad and then an ink pen from a different drawer. The sound of the drawer as it opened and closed was shrill and then changed to an entirely different sound altogether. If Robert hadn’t already been cognizant of the fact that Dr. Grillo’s last name was the Spanish word for cricket, he would have sworn he heard one chirping. The muscles in his arms and legs tensed as he listened for the sound again. Robert hated bugs, especially crickets. Dr. Grillo gave him a condescending look as she removed the cap from the ink pen. “Repeat your problem for me. I’ll take notes this time,” she said.

“Like I was saying, I can’t get or maintain an erection unless I lie.”

She waived a finger at him. “Stop, I need clarification. Do you mean lie down, as in positioning yourself horizontally? If that’s the case, then you don’t have much of a problem.” Dr. Grillo’s tone was mocking as if she intended to rile him.

Robert cracked his knuckles, giving his hands something to do. “No, I mean that I have to say something that is untrue, a falsehood if you will, for me to get an erection. It doesn’t matter how beautiful, willing, or eager the woman is. If I don’t say something deceptive to her, I can’t get it up.” He felt like his mouth was filled with cotton as he admitted this aloud.

“And how long has this been happening?”

“It started when I was going through puberty.” As soon as Robert told Dr. Grillo the lie, his cock responded with an erection. She wasn’t all that pretty, but the lie was all he needed. He hadn’t driven to the appointment with the intention of lying to Dr. Grillo about it, but the pattern of deception had weaved a web so deeply into Robert’s life that he lied more out of habit than anything else. “At first, it didn’t matter very much to me because I was a bit of a player when I was younger, but now I want to settle down. I’ve met someone who is starting to become special to me. I don’t want to lie to her, but I don’t want her to think I’m impotent either. I just want to be a real man and make love to her.”

Dr. Grillo continued scribbling notes onto the legal pad. Robert paused occasionally during the story for her to keep pace with all the details as she took notes and Robert continued explaining the details. When she caught up with what he related to her, Dr. Grillo said, “Is one lie enough, or do you have to tell several of them in order to ejaculate?” She was all business now; the mocking tone was gone from the question.

“One is fine, but I’ve tried all sorts of other tricks like saying something that wasn’t true but with the right tone of voice that the women in my past knew I was kidding. Sarcasm doesn’t work. Also, I’ve tried saying something trivial that wasn’t true such as saying I loved the color of the woman’s purse or shoes. That doesn’t work either. It’s got to be the type of lie that will hurt the woman if she were to know the truth in the end. If I tell one of those, I’m as hard as a rock.” As Robert admitted this part, the part that was true, the room suddenly felt overly warm. Why didn’t Dr. Grillo have a ceiling fan or something?

She looked up from the legal pad to regain eye contact with Robert. “Does this affect your masturbation as well?”

He blushed. Why did she have to ask that question? “Well, yeah. Sure it does. I have to be thinking about lying to become aroused when I’m alone too.” He tugged at his collar. The dress shirt was sticking to his body from the perspiration. “Can you make it any cooler in here?” he asked.

Dr. Grillo frowned. She wrote a few more notes before she said, “And do you have any idea what triggered all of this for you? I have a few ideas I can share with you in later sessions about why I think this problem has continued for so long, but was there one factor that started all this?” The doctor clearly didn’t intend to address his question about cooling the room down.

“No, I don’t know what triggered it.” As the words came out of Robert’s mouth, he felt his cock rub against the zipper of his Dockers. The erection was full blown now. He found it a curious thing because his lying about the trigger wouldn’t hurt Dr. Grillo. This was the first time he experimented with lying to a woman with whom he didn’t intend to hop into bed, even though he would have fucked the doctor then and there if she had offered him the chance. The pleats of his pants arched upward like the upward bend in a footbridge over a river. He repeated the lie and instinctively looked down at his crotch.

A smile spread from ear to ear on Dr. Grillo’s face when her eyes lowered from Robert’s face to his crotch. “You do know how it started, don’t you?” She frantically wrote more notes on the legal pad before she said, “I have a homework assignment for you to try when you’re with your lover the next time. It’s a short term fix, but I have a few ideas about how to help you overcome your problem. This will be our little experiment.”

Lies: Chapter 2, Scene 2

Val and Robert went out on a few dates. He seemed like a nice enough guy but Val knew she’d have to bring up what she was looking for in a man sexually before she’d be comfortable getting to know Robert any better. What was the use spending a whole bunch of time talking to a man only to find out he was boring in bed? So, after a few months, Val invited Robert over to her house to test out the waters for what he might or might not be willing to do with her in bed. They were sitting on the couch watching television when Val said, “I have a question to ask you.”

“Shoot,” Robert said as he changed the channel.

“Let’s turn the TV off, okay?” she said before turning toward him. Resting her back against the armrest of the couch and then swiveling her feet so they reclined on Robert’s lap, Val inhaled and blurted out a quick sentence. “Do you like bondage?”

He smiled. “Since that question came out of nowhere, I’m guessing you do?”

“I love it,” she said. “Do you ever fantasize about tying me up?” Val opened her legs a little over his lap as she reclined against the armrest. “I bet you do,” she said. “I can see it in your eyes when you look at me.” Val licked her lips. She liked planting the suggestion. He’d be more likely to try it. “What would you do if you tied me up?”

Robert stroked her calf. “If I tell you what I’d do, what would the fun be in tying you up later? If you’re my prisoner, you don’t get to know what I’d do.” His lips curled upward in a curious grin. “I’ve seen how you look at my belt every single time I take you anywhere. You want me to use it on you, don’t you?” He reached around her waist and held tightly as he whispered into her ear. “You’re getting hot just talking about it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Val’s breathing was slow and steady, but deeper than it had been a few moments earlier. She untucked his shirt. Do you wanna get dirty with me and pretend you’re kidnapping me? I love kidnapping role play.

Robert’s pause was a little longer than she anticipated. Why was he stopping to think about his answer? He wasn’t wearing the devilish expression she’d expected him to wear if he was thinking about how to be naughty and reply with a cool response. No. He was actually thinking about something. The furrow between his eyebrows creasing his forehead was a look of slight worry. Finally he said, “If we do this, I want to be sure you know I’m not trying to rush things between us. As far as I’m concerned, we can make this all about pleasuring you. It’s really important to me that you know I’m not just with you to get inside your pants.”

“You just want to pleasure me?” She couldn’t believe she was hearing him say those words. “Not have sex in the end, just pleasure me?” she asked. Who was this man? In all her years of trying to find a man who enjoyed BDSM on the same level she did, Val had never encountered a man who wanted to just touch her during the first time they got naked together.

“Yes,” he said while stroking her long, wavy red hair. “I’ll use my memories of you to keep me inspired when I can’t be with you.” He reached up her pant leg and stroked her ankle. If you like to be bound, then I have one other rule for the time I tie you up.”

“What’s that?”

“Either I don’t say a word the entire time or if you do want me to talk with you, then you can’t push me into having sex with you after we’re finished. I want to focus on dominating you and not have to worry about anything else.”

“Ok.” Val drew her legs in so they weren’t resting on Robert’s lap any longer. She thought his request was odd, but it excited her nonetheless. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled the shirt over her head. Robert watched as she unhooked her bra and then removed it as well. His eyes stayed focused on her eyes. She was sure he would have been staring at her breasts by now. Was he gay or something? Val didn’t want to entertain that possibility, so she concentrated on removing her clothing. She pulled down her pants and removed her panties and socks before sitting opposite on the couch facing him.

“You obviously like this sort of thing,” Robert said. He glanced at her bush. “So where’s the rope or handcuffs? I doubt you asked me to bind you without being prepared for me to take you up on your offer.” He grinned when she reached under the couch for a set of handcuffs, a blindfold, and ball gag. “So you want to pretend I’ve kidnapped you, is that it, Val Fox?”

She lay over his lap, face down. Robert gagged her and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then he positioned the blindfold over her eyes. She remained over his fully clothed lap while he spanked her ass loudly with his open hand. Unlike other men she’d been with, Val realized quickly Robert meant business. He wasn’t speaking to her as he spanked her firmly. Taking his time, he alternated between spreading her pussy lips apart, exploring her most private parts by feel and spanking. She knew he couldn’t see her clit or even her opening very well because she was face down, but Robert knew his way around her anatomy well enough. When he used the belt on her ass, the sharp pain pleased her. She knew he didn’t need training in how to use it.

Just as she squirmed and was sure she’d orgasm, Robert returned to spanking her. The loud smacking sound was crisp as he punished her for wanting to come. Moaning into the gag, she struggled over his lap. Just a few seconds longer of stroking between her legs and she would have climaxed, but his hand gripped the belt and he spanked her with it instead. True to his word, Robert didn’t speak. What he did do was laugh quietly. He had to have known how close she was, and she thought he enjoyed teasing her while she was over his lap, bound, and couldn’t do a damned thing about it. If he’d just stroke her again or turn her over and finish the job with his cock, she’d be in heaven.

The spanking continued and continued until Val wasn’t quite so desperate to come. He was skillfully letting her back down to a five or six before he spoke. “If you didn’t enjoy being kidnapped and spread over my lap so much, I’d tell you unless I get my ransom you can’t come.” He tapped her clit. “So you have to wish for it to happen. Make a wish, and maybe it’ll come true.” Val groaned when Robert tapped it in a slow, almost torturous rhythm. Her pulse beat two, almost three times as fast in her ears than the rhythm he established on her clit.

Val was glad he’d gagged her because she grunted and wished and moaned into the ball gag. Her pelvis wiggled over his lap as he taunted her with his fingers. Her hair was damp, and her bangs stuck to her forehead as the perspiration ran down her face. She wished he’d let her come. Robert stopped tapping her clit when she reached a nine again. He didn’t touch her at all for several minutes. Val continued wishing he’d stick his fingers inside her needy pussy or tug lightly on her clit. She even wished he’d explore her ass. Anything would have brought her over the edge.

Robert’s musky scent filled the room as much as her scent. He lifted her up and turned her over onto her back. Leaving the blindfold, gag, and handcuffs in place, he played in the hair between her legs. Val spread open for him. She opened her legs so wide that one of her legs was dangling over the side of the couch. He laughed again as he tugged lightly on her inner lips. “Anything’s possible if you wish for it enough. I don’t think you’ve wished for your orgasm enough for me to give it to you yet.” Grunting her muffled wish that he’d let her come into the plastic ball crammed inside her mouth, Val bucked her hips. She arched her breasts up, offering them as a sacrifice.

He pinched one of her nipples. “I like it when you beg,” he said. Then he traced a line from her breasts straight to her pussy with his finger. “When you beg for it into your gag, it means you’ve wished almost enough for me to give you what you want. Just remember what we discussed before I cuffed your hands behind your back. You can’t have my cock tonight. I want to dream about how your body bucked over my lap as you begged me.” Robert stroked in just the right place. “I’m not going to stop this time, so just enjoy my touch.”

Val felt his hand as he rubbed her. He was gentle but steady as he kept his promise. He brought her orgasm so strongly between her legs that Val couldn’t hold still. The breathing through her nose was loud and nearly raspy from the excitement. She couldn’t believe he was true to his word and didn’t open her pussy up and use his cock to finish.

The last thing he said before removing the gag, blindfold, and handcuffs was, “There are no strings attached. I like pleasuring you without worrying about when I can penetrate you. By watching, listening, and feeling your body’s need, I can bring you an utterly intense orgasm when your flesh can’t take any more teasing rather than when I feel like pushing my cock inside.”

Review: Fairyville by Emma Holly

Fairyville by Emma Holly was an enjoyable read. It was the type of book that I could read a few pages at a time without getting lost. With the right mix of dark erotica and light erotica, I liked the book and recommend it. Fairyville flipped my image of fairies on its head with it's depiction of different types of fairies. There were large fairies and small fairies, fairy queens, and half breed fairies.

The novel was also sustainable hot throughout. I didn't have to wait for it to be halfway through to enjoy the explicit scenes.

I also like the cover art. It was discreet enough to read in public without having to hide it in my purse as being explicit. I read it in polite company on a regular basis.

I give Fairyville 4 stars. The only thing impeding me giving it five stars was that I wanted to know about Magnus' mother and what happened to her in the end. I know she didn't get her way, but I felt like the book needed another chapter or two.

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Lies: Chapter 2, Scene 1

Val Fox clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her best friend, Sarah, goaded her. “No, I’m not going to the reunion. Everybody from high school was so stupid. Don’t you remember?” Flipping through the pages of the style magazine, she held it below her chin and asked Sarah, “Do you think this hair style would look good on me?”

Sarah shook her head, and Val shook her head back. With a mocking tone, Sarah said, “They were all stupid back then. You’re right, but I wonder if maybe some of those assholes have gotten more mature over the years. We’ll never know unless we grace them with our presence, now will we?” She fluffed her hair and pointed to the new page Val held against her chest. “I think that one might look okay on you.”

Val shrugged. “I dunno. Don’t you think it’s a little too eighties?” She flipped the magazine to the next page just as the waiting area of the salon began smelling of perm solution. “You just want to see Johnny again. Don’t lie to me and tell me that’s not the reason you’re trying to drag me along to the class reunion. He’s probably married and has a couple of kids by now. Why not just have a girls’ night out instead?”

Sarah twisted her face in a fake smirk. “Just because I want to see Johnny doesn’t mean we won’t have fun. Ever since starting that fairy business of yours, you haven’t taken enough time to spend with people. You know, people. Not the kind who are customers, but people.” Sarah smacked her bubble gum. “Besides, you didn’t earn the nickname Foxy for nothing. Snag a guy at the reunion. Have a little fun. I bet some of the men there’ll think you’re a knockout with your red hair.”

Later in the week while at the reunion, Val and Sarah stayed together for awhile until Sarah saw Johnny. Just as Val predicted, Sarah talked with Johnny Rosencratz all night. For the first half hour or so Val was left alone. She was utterly bored, and kept checking her watch. Most of the other people at the reunion wore fake grins, and nobody spoke with her. Those who did strike up a conversation were people Val didn’t like in the first place. Everybody hung out in the same cliques as when they were younger.

She crossed the large auditorium and dipped a plastic ladle into the punch bowl. Turning to snatch a piece of cake along with the punch, Val saw a man with black hair standing near the entrance to the auditorium. She didn’t remember him. Wondering who he was, she carried the punch and cake toward where he stood. The man was alone, and he looked as uncomfortable as she felt.

When she was within earshot, Val introduced herself. I’m Val Fox. Although I’m sure you must have attended school here and were in my class, I don’t recognize you. What’s your name?” she said while balancing the little plate and cake in the same hand as the punch so she could offer the man a handshake. His palm was sweaty as he gripped hers.

He shook her hand firmly and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Val Fox. I’m Robert Murrel. I attended school here, but I graduated from East. My family moved midway through my junior year, so I went to East my senior year.” Robert’s eyes darted to a group of former football players across the room. “I suppose this really isn’t the right class reunion to attend since I didn’t graduate from West, but I’m an insurance agent and figured maybe I could network a little for potential clients.” He pointed at the lopsided piece of cake Val held. “That looks good. I think I’ll have some.”

Val wasn’t sure if referencing the football players was Robert’s way of excusing himself from speaking with her any longer, but he gave her the vibes that her conversation was welcome. He smiled as she tagged along with him back to the cake table. She cleared her throat and said, “Whoever cut the cake sure mangled it.”

Robert laughed and grasped the ladle to the punchbowl, fixed himself a beverage, and took a piece of cake before pointing toward an empty table nearby. “Let’s sit,” he said. “I dunno about you, but standing in uncomfortable shoes has to be the worst thing in the world. I finally broke down and bought a new pair, and they’re not completely broken in yet.” Val ate her cake without saying much because her mouth was full. She listened to Robert talk about the differences between attending East and West. He wore an orange polo-style shirt and a pair of khaki Dockers. Every now and again Val caught herself glimpsing at his black, leather belt. A kidnapping fantasy formed in her mind.

This was why her relationships never worked out. Val always fixated on men with nice belts. She imagined them using a belt on her while she lay bound and submissive to them. In reality, the men with the nice belts were either too shy in bed to try what she wanted, or they insisted on always slating her as a submissive. Val was a true switch. She liked using the wonderful leather on a man as much as she liked being on the receiving end of a good punishment. Val could handle vanilla sex. What she couldn’t handle was a man who stuck a label on her and then expected her to always take the same role. She didn’t care if the role was in bed, on the job, or in the home. That’s why she started The Fairy Store. Val needed to create her own destiny.

“Are you okay?” Robert said. “You’re kinda not paying attention to me. I just asked you a question.” His cup of punch was nearly drained, and the cake missing.

“Oh, sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts for awhile.” Val wondered if her face was flushed. Her slit was wet with the beginnings of a fantasy with this man. His belt was still in the front of her mind when she said, “I’m not going to stay here for very long. If you want to meet up with me later or leave with me and do something else, I’m cool with that. The friend who accompanied me here ditched me. There’s nobody else I intend to talk with. If you want to razzle dazzle some potential clients since you just got here, I understand. I’m a business owner myself.”

Robert swallowed the last few drops of punch in the paper cup before he said, “I think leaving with you sounds like more fun than talking to a bunch of people I don’t know. Nobody really wants to be sold insurance at a reunion anyway.”

Top Ten Reasons to Check Out I Kissed A Girl: A Virgin Lesbian Anthology

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-- Trying something new is lots of fun

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-- "This book is what erotic writing is all about. I highly recommend this for all avid readers of erotica or for those willing to explore a new genre." --You Gotta Read Reviews (rated "You Gotta Read," the highest rating)

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Lies: Chapter 1, Scene 6

A month later while on a blind date with Ingrid, Robert’s hands shook under the table. He and Ingrid sat in a dimly lit Italian restaurant. He wanted to make a good impression, and Ingrid looked like she wouldn’t be hard to get into bed. As she spoke and asked polite questions about what he did for a living, Ingrid’s bare foot brushed against Robert’s ankle. It lingered there while she winked at him. He wondered if she’d already slipped her other foot out of the black pumps she wore earlier in the evening.

“You’re in the insurance business?” Ingrid asked.

“Yep.” He smiled as the arch of her foot lightly fondled his lower calf. He should have been aroused at this but wasn’t. Still, he forced his lips to curl upward and continue speaking with her. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m in the natural healing field, acupuncture specifically,” Ingrid said as she scooted her chair around to his side of the round table.

His voice cracked slightly while stabbing the Caesar salad with a heavy, three pronged fork. “You like mixing pleasure with pain, then?”

Ingrid slowly inched her hand under the table cloth. Robert liked her bluntness but was irritated with his body’s lack of response. Ingrid tapped her fingers on his knee and said, “I know how to make a world of hurt feel like a world of relaxation and pleasure.” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply while positioning her hand further up his Dockers, concealed under the tablecloth. She couldn’t have been more obvious about her flirting. The woman clearly was interested in hopping in the sack. “I hear you’re game for a little fun. Linda told me all about you before she set me up with you.”

Robert tried not to choke on the lettuce. Biding his time by slowly crunching a large crouton, he thought about his next move. Should he lie to Ingrid? His dick was limp, and by this point he was fully aware that Lilly’s curse made the lies necessary for his body to respond. He wanted to be a real man and stay honest with Ingrid, but he liked using the lies as a crutch. Robert’s mind raced for what lie he could tell to prolong the evening while not complicating any possible relationship with Ingrid. He wasn’t ready for a long term commitment, and she needed to know it up front.

“I’ve always been fascinated with alternative medicine,” he said. “It’s been a curiosity of mine for awhile now.” Damn, where had that sentence come from? He almost giggled at the peculiarity of how it sounded as he lied. What a stupid, far fetched thing to say, he thought.

Ingrid’s hand hovered on his inner thigh thigh, a few inches below his balls on Robert’s upper thigh, just in the right place to feel his cock elongate. It pointed toward her hand while the hard-on solidified in his loose boxers. She nodded quickly before removing her hand. “Don’t you just love the service here?” Ingrid said as the waiter handled the large plate loaded with linguini. The waiter cautioned her that the dish was hot before turning toward the round tray he held. Then he served Robert before leaving the couple alone. They ate the pasta quickly. Robert’s cock stayed hard during the entire meal. After finishing the food and paying the bill, they walked outside.

“I’ve had an awesome time with you tonight. Would you like to come back to my place for a glass of wine?” Robert said as Ingrid and he walked toward the restaurant’s parking lot. “Either way, I promise I’ll call you.” He loved this lie. It was so easy, and he always got off on it. His dick stayed hard and pulsed as his mouth formed the words.

“Sounds like fun,” Ingrid said as the wind whipped her highlighted, blond hair into her face, and she brushed it away from her eyes. They sparkled as the light from the streetlight reflected off them. “Where do ya live?”

“You can follow me. I’m parked right over there.” He pointed to his sedan.

“That’s not too far from my Honda. Sure. I’ll follow you to your house for a glass of wine.” Ingrid raised her eyebrows at him in a flirtatious gesture as they parted ways toward their respective vehicles. They each started their engines and drove to Robert’s house. After they got out of their cars, they walked toward his porch.

Talking casually while he unlocked the door to the ranch, he repeated the lie. “I promise I’ll call you tomorrow.” She followed him inside the kitchen where he poured the wine before leading her to the living room.

Robert sipped a glass of Merlot while facing Ingrid in his living room. His penis had been rock hard as soon as he lied to her about calling her for another date. The hard-on remained as solid as it had been in the parking lot. For whatever reason, Lilly’s curse caused him to have to lie about something meaningful to get and then maintain his hard-on. He couldn’t lie about something trivial and expect decent results. That particular lie wouldn’t hurt Ingrid too much, he thought. After all, he barely knew her, and they weren’t in a relationship or anything. This mindset of innocent lies wasn’t so difficult once he remembered he didn’t intend to see Ingrid after that night. Hell, he couldn’t even jerk off without picturing himself lying to a woman. Deep down, he felt like an asshole when telling white little fibs, but it was the only way he could manage some release of sexual tension.

Robert regarded Ingrid as she sipped her wine. The scanty black dress barely covered her tits enough to be considered decent enough to go out in public. They were lightly tanned and appeared delicious. He wondered if she put pasties over her nipples when she went to the tanning booth because there sure as hell wasn’t a line visible where she would have worn a bathing suit. Robert remembered his friend telling him about how Ingrid was a party girl. She’d said, “Ingrid is looking for a good time, but not a serious relationship.” Ingrid would get a good time all right.

As Ingrid took another sip from the glass of dark wine, she dribbled a little down the side of her mouth. Two droplets fell into her cleavage. “Here, use this,” Robert said, handing her a white handkerchief. He speculated that the wine in the cleavage trick was something Ingrid practiced, or maybe it truly was spontaneous. He’d never seen a woman ever manage to dribble wine there by accident, or so he thought.

“Thanks.” Ingrid dabbed at the liquid between her breasts with the hanky.

“Looks like it’s a good time for me to suggest you take that dress off. I’d hate for you to dry clean it just from a little wine,” he said. After setting his own glass of wine down, he kissed Ingrid’s neck. The whole time he watched Ingrid shoving the hanky between her breasts, his dick pressed uncomfortably against his Dockers. “Is that what you meant when you wrote that you want to have a good time?” he said, flashing her a sneaky grin.

“Yes.”

She guided Robert’s face back up toward hers with her fingertips pressing the underside of his square chin when he tried to lick the remnants of the wine from her cleavage. “But you should know that I like my sex a little kinky.” Her skinny figure heaved a little as her breathing became heavier. “I normally love to be tied up, but since we’ve just met, I think we should save that for another time.”

His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he realized his dilemma. If he wanted to tie her up in the future, he’d have to call her. Just for the thrill of tying her to the posts of his bed, Robert wanted to call her. Finding a woman who wanted to be a submissive to him in the future wasn’t an easy task. It wasn’t as if he could just walk up to a random woman in a grocery store or bar and ask if she was into that sort of thing, but he also had to lie to keep his cock long and hard. Robert’s mind raced as he thought of a different lie he could tell her that would fit the moment so that he could call her for another play date. Within moments, his hard-on faded. Sweat beaded on Robert’s forehead as the pressure of creating a better lie unnerved him.

Ingrid reached for his belt while maintaining eye contact. “Mmm. I can see you’re getting hot and heavy already,” she said as she looked at the sweat on his forehead. She unbuckled his belt and then unfastened the Dockers. When Ingrid pulled Robert’s pants down and over his legs along with the boxers, his dick was completely limp. Her expression looked concerned but then she smiled. “It’s okay. I love feeling a man harden in my mouth. I think it’s cute you’re nervous.”

Robert took the wine glass from her side of the table and repositioned both goblets closer to the center. Ingrid curtsied before kneeling at his feet on the kitchen floor. Her mouth was warm on his penis as Robert pulled his shirt over his head. She began sucking gently, her tongue using skillful sliding motions against the underside of his cock. He weaved his fingers into her bleach-blonde, highlighted hair and massaged her scalp as he said, “I’m only nervous because I really like you. I feel a huge emotional connection to you.” As soon as he finished the sentence, Robert’s cock grew again, filling Ingrid’s mouth. Within a few short moments, his cock was large enough that she couldn’t accommodate his size any longer. Ingrid didn’t try deep throating. Robert was a little disappointed when her lips stopped three quarters of the way down his shaft. Her head bobbed back and forth, but he didn’t press the issue. At least he was long and hard again. “Take your dress off,” Robert said after he was confident he’d be able to perform.

Ingrid stopped sucking his erect cock while she lifted the skimpy black dress over her head. He was right; she didn’t have a tan line at all on her tits. Her nipples were pointed and hard as she resumed sucking. Reaching for her breasts, he pinched her nipples between his fingertips. If this chick liked being tied up, he wondered if she’d like clothes pins on them.

“I think you have awesome tits,” he said.

She stopped sucking. “Please don’t use that word. Women don’t think of them as tits.”

“Okay,” Robert said as he guided Ingrid’s mouth back to his cock. Maybe he didn’t want to call her back, even if she liked being bound. If she was going to get picky over something as trivial as what he called her tits, he might not want to tie her up. With the tension built up inside since the last time Robert was dishonest with a woman, even though the oral sex she was giving him was only mediocre, he ejaculated into her mouth before he even touched her pussy. She seemed not to have expected it so soon. Ingrid gagged and then spit the semen onto his tile floor.

“You asshole,” she said.

“What?”

“You didn’t even tell me you were getting close. It would have been nice if you would have offered to touch me or get a condom first.” Ingrid grabbed her dress. “Or at least offered to go into your bedroom before you actually came.”

She left Robert’s house without saying much of anything else. Robert had only intended Ingrid suck him off as foreplay, but he couldn’t hold back. Lilly’s curse was messing with his head so he let Ingrid leave without calling after her. She wasn’t worth the effort of pursuing anyway. Why were women picky about stuff like what he called their tits and who had an orgasm first? If Ingrid hadn’t flipped out, he would have reciprocated. He liked giving pleasure. Although he didn’t want any strings attached to his relationships, Robert didn’t want Ingrid to think he was a complete asshole. His reputation was his single largest asset as an insurance salesman. He’d have to choose a different tactic with women if he didn’t want to completely tarnish his image around town.

I Kissed A Girl release date

Release date: August 27th from Ravenous Romance www.ravenousromance.com

Introduction
Katy Perry’s hit song I Kissed a Girl brought bisexuality to the forefront. I admit I
was amazed when I heard my neighbor’s five-year-old daughter singing the entire song,
never missing a word or beat. Alternative lifestyles are open for discussion—no longer
taboo.
Since Dr. Alfred Kinsey released his first reports on human sexual behavior in
1948, society has been in the process of accepting that almost all healthy men and women
have some homosexual tendencies. Instead of hiding these inclinations in shame, it’s time
to celebrate our desires and be comfortable in our own skin. No labels, no judgment—
only enlightenment and tolerance.
I’m not suggesting that all humans are bisexual. As I have discovered, being
aroused by an erotic story doesn’t label anyone. I can get excited reading BDSM, but
don’t try spanking me in bed. Because I am passionate about same-sex erotica does not
make me bisexual, but it has enhanced my ability to love and accept.
This anthology is a collection of lesbian first-time encounters. I am delighted with
the diversity of this collection. I hope you enjoy and share my passion for exploring new
boundaries.
Regina Perry
July 2009

I Kissed a Girl: A Virgin Lesbian Anthology

You’ve heard Katy Perry’s hit song, now read enticing stories of heterosexual women exploring new boundaries. College dormitories become breeding grounds of inquisitive minds and libidos with roommates discovering desire for each other as they relate past experiences, undress in each other’s presence, seek refuge from a storm, discover a dildo or share men. Continuing life’s path, ingenious women find ways to enhance marriage or the workplace. Champagne cellars, riding stables, tanning salons, even historical English bedchambers become hotbeds of lesbian experiments. Converting or not, all embrace the journey of sexual exploration.

Warning: Stories contained within this anthology may elicit arousal, regardless of sexual persuasion.

Table of Contents
Introduction
Freckles by C. Margery Kempe
Two’s Company by Louisa Bacio
Champagne by Inara LaVey
Get Thee to the Nunnery by Samantha Jones
Lady’s Maid by K. Ann Karlsson
The Tiger’s Tale by Kilt Kilpatrick
Passions, Like Storms by Nola Erus
When I Taste Like a Waste I Breathe by Farrah J. Phoenix
My New Roommate by Jen Bluekissed
The End of the World by L.A. Mistral
Show Me Yours by Lucy Felthouse
Defining Lines by Regina Perry

Lies: Chapter 1, Scene 5

Nadia arrived at Robert’s ranch style house four hours later. It was a bachelor pad with little in the way of decorations. Most of his furniture was comfy and brown or beige. Until her phone call, he hadn’t known she’d even moved back to town. When she walked through the hallway into the living room, Nadia was as stunning as ever. Robert approached her as soon as he saw her lips curl up into a wickedly seductive smile. Wearing a shirt that read the name of a local bar, The Whale’s Belly, her nipples protruded through the “a” of “Whale” and the “y” of “Belly.” “Damn, I forgot how fine your tits are,” he said, tracing the outline of the two letters. “You know I’m a breast man.”

She flipped her long, straight blonde hair behind her shoulder. “And you know from the old days that I like a good fuck just about as much as anything else. I’ll let you under the Whale’s Belly if you’ll let me be on top.”

“It’s a deal.” Robert’s pulse quickened as he stared at the bump sticking through the “A.”

He stripped off all his clothes, glad he kept up the rigorous gym routine in the mornings before work. His jeans, flannel shirt, tank top, socks, and boots all dropped to the floor in a messy pile to the side of the couch. Nadia watched him, her eyes fixed on his crotch. She crinkled her nose before smiling again when she saw the sculpted abs Robert had worked so hard to maintain. He felt comfortable around her, and he knew it drove her crazy when he was slow about taking off his underwear. Robert crossed the room and then tapped the button on his stereo, filling the room with the echo of soft music.

While sitting on the couch, Nadia lifted the T-shirt over her supple breasts and then pulled her pants down. They slipped off her legs with a tomboyish lack of grace. She wasn’t tall exactly, but her legs always seemed longer than most women’s legs. Robert watched Nadia lift her feet out of the pants. His belly tingled as he anticipated a good fuck. In the past, Nadia always kept him guessing. Sometimes she liked sex rough and was feral about their play. Other times she insisted he take his time and tease her. He wondered how Nadia wanted it this time around as he sat on the couch next to her.

Her skin was tan except for her bikini line, which suited Robert just fine. His heartbeat ratcheted up a notch when she neared him with those long legs and tanned skin. He wanted to explore under the whale’s belly, and she knew it. Robert missed calling her these past few years whenever he desired a convenient, guilt-free lay. They used to be a regular fuck when both of them weren’t in committed relationships. Nadia had been with Joe for a couple years and a hundred miles away, so they hadn’t really kept in touch for awhile. She winked at him before lifting her leg over Robert’s lap and letting out a deep, slow sigh. Just like before, they avoided kissing on the mouth as Nadia straddled his lap. Their mutual understanding was that this act they were about to perform was about pleasure, nothing more. There were no strings attached whatsoever. Her pussy rocked over his hairy thigh, dampening his leg. She was wet even before he fondled her. “Damn, Nadia. You’re soaked. Take that thong off.”

He traced the outline of her panties and tugged at the fabric with one hand. He stroked her long, blonde hair with the other. Nadia snapped the waistband of his briefs and said, “There’s no use taking mine off if you’re not gonna take yours off.”

Robert panicked. His dick was limp under the underwear. Surely Nadia could feel and see his lack of a hard-on, but he didn’t want to talk about it too. “I can tell you’ve been eager for this,” he said. “Probably even touching yourself before driving over here.” Deflecting the topic usually was a good tactic. If he could just change the subject he’d be okay. Robert was sure obsessing about having an erection was the problem. As soon as he could forget about trying, it’d happen. If he could just focus on Nadia for awhile, he’d be ready to fuck in no time at all. “Tell me about what you want to do. You know I like talking dirty,” he said.

“Yeah.” Nadia removed her panties by lifting her pelvis above his lap and threading one leg at a time out of them. “I’m glad you like talking dirty,” she said. “Because it’s been awhile since I’ve done that.” She pressed her tits against Robert’s chest, and she whispered into his ear. “I wanna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have the image of us in your head for days.” She clenched her jaw, whistling through her teeth before biting roughly on Robert’s neck. “Just like the time we were in the woods on that tree stump.”

“But I’m gonna need a little warming up first,” he said. Robert cupped her full, round breasts in his hands. They were just as wonderful as he remembered. “Tell me more about how naughty you’ve been,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Nadia said as she licked his nipples. She sucked roughly before dismounting from his lap. He watched as she knelt between his legs and then grasped the elastic of his underwear. She slid them off once Robert lifted his hips. Her expression said it all. She didn’t want to talk anymore. Instead, Nadia used a gliding motion with her tongue as she licked his balls and his cock. What she was doing felt good, but Robert’s penis didn’t respond. Nadia then took it into her mouth and used her lips over the shaft. Robert grunted, mostly out of frustration. He didn’t even achieve a partial erection.
His face burned with embarrassment as Nadia said, “What’s wrong? You whack off earlier today before I called you or something?”

“No,” he said. “I don’t know what’s going on.” He pushed her head away from his balls. “I’ll pleasure you though.”

They traded places. Nadia sat on the couch, and Robert knelt between her legs. He eased his middle finger and then his index finger inside her pussy while flicking her clit with his tongue. Nadia always had been a gusher. Robert closed his eyes as he licked between her clit and opening while finding her G-spot with his fingers.

“Right there,” she said. Nadia’s breathing deepened, and she began panting after he found the right places with his fingers and tongue.

Robert smiled at her directness. Why was it that his fuck buddy was okay with telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, but all the women he’d even remotely wanted to date long term couldn’t be as straight forward? He liked it when women knew what they wanted. Call a spade and spade and move on, he thought.

Robert curled his finger in the motion he usually used while beckoning someone to “come here,” while he returned to her clit with his mouth. Nadia rested her legs on his shoulders as her hips rocked back and forth. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, the juicy flesh pulsing as she moaned, begging him not to stop. Robert was frustrated that he couldn’t put his cock inside where his fingers were, but he didn’t want to break her concentration, so he brought her to climax manually and orally instead.

“Your turn,” Nadia said after she was sated.

“No, that’s alright. I’m kinda not so much in the mood anymore,” he said. “You’re right; I jerked off earlier before you called me.” The lie stuck to the roof of his mouth like cotton candy as he spoke. He turned away from Nadia. As Robert lost sight of her in his peripheral vision, and he picked the socks off the floor, his cock hardened as soon as the falsehood left his mouth. “What the fuck?” he said aloud.

“Huh?” Nadia said. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” The second lie caused his erection to grow harder, longer. Damn, he wanted Nadia. “I changed my mind,” he said. Unsure if the fear of losing the opportunity was what changed his body’s response, Robert didn’t waste the opportunity. Nadia was always a good lay, and she didn’t disappoint him when he asked to be pleasured.

Sneak Peek

Coming Soon... Did I mention that I love the covers Ravenous Romance creates? A naughty, decadent collection of stories to match the cover. :)

Lies: Chapter 1, Scene 4

The first time Robert tried physical intimacy with a woman after Lilly’s curse was when he hooked up with a friend who’d been a former fuck buddy. “Do you wanna hook up tonight for old time’s sake,” Nadia said during a random phone call one day.

“What do you mean by hook up? A round of beer? A night of dancing? Be more specific,” he said. Robert loved goading Nadia.

“Hook up, hook up. I need a good lay. You know how we used to be fuck buddies before I met Joe. He and I broke up over six months ago, and I need to release some tension,” she said. Nadia sounded like she was chewing gum as she talked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice. You know where to find me.” Robert wondered if Nadia was wearing anything. It had been awhile since he last saw her, and she normally meant business when discussing sex. He wondered why she and Joe broke up, but he didn’t ask. Why ruin her desire to have a friendly fuck?

Lies: Chapter 1, Scene 3

“How are you doing?” George Peter asked. Everyone called him G.P.

“Not too bad,” Robert said as he helped G.P. carve an ornate figurine that would eventually be part of a cuckoo clock. Woodworking was the only thing he truly enjoyed doing with his father. They’d never really bonded over things like fishing, hunting, or sports, but woodworking was G.P.’s business. Ever since Robert was a young boy, he recalled how proud his father always seemed after he’d created anything nice out of wood. Robert reached across the table to grab a carving tool.

“I heard from what you told your mother that one of your clients attacked you the other day.” G.P. continued working on his own ornate piece as he spoke. G.P. wasn’t a man of many words. Whenever he worked on a project with his son, however, the words seemed to flow more freely.

“Attacked isn’t really the right word,” Robert said as he scraped a light line with his knife into the wing of the cuckoo bird. Pine wasn’t his favorite wood, but his father had insisted this clock be solid pine except for the gears and other metal pieces.

“Then what would you call it?” G.P. asked. He stopped carving and manually sanded a rough spot on the side of the unpainted pendulum. It would eventually hang from the bottom of the clock.

“My client threw some stuff but she wasn’t violent or anything.” Robert tried not to sound defensive, but he was pretty sure his efforts weren’t working.

G.P.’s sanding took on a more elbow grease as he said, “A boy like you should take a few classes in conflict resolution. Going to school is good for a businessman such as you. I’m sure you must deal with potential situations before the clients get out of hand.”

Rather than argue with his father, Robert continued working the pine into the fully formed bird. G.P. was usually right about most things, but Robert wasn’t a little boy anymore. He didn’t like being told how to live his life. He tentatively agreed to look into the cost of attending a conflict resolution course, doubting he’d actually enroll. Why bother? Customers would show anger when claims were denied. No class would change the fact he’d never be able to please everyone all the time. The customer wasn’t always right, regardless of what customers believed.

Robert held the cuckoo up for his father’s approval. “What do you think, Pop?”

“Looks good, my boy. Might be the best bird you’ve carved yet. It’s really unique.”

G.P. said the same thing every time Robert asked about one of his carvings. Every one was Robert’s best carving in his father’s eyes. In G.P.’s overly vocal opinion, Robert’s skills were as good as his own, but Robert knew better. Carving was only a hobby for him. For G.P. it was his whole livelihood. No one would ever be as good a woodworker as G.P.