Melting by LA Day

Below is a sweet treat quickie I had to write for the LRW Christmas party. The rope chafed Maria’s skin as she twisted to see him. “What are you doing?” Jason lifted a pan from the wood burning stove. Chocolate-coated fingers lifted to his lips and he licked the sweetened digits. “I’m melting a treat.” “What are you going to do with that?” Stretched naked and spread-eagle across the bed, she was vulnerable to Jason’s every whim. A wicked smile curved the corner of his lips as he approached her. “You agreed to play by my rules.” “Yes.” She nodded. “But…is it hot?” He swirled his fingers before lifting them from the pan to drizzle on her chilled, erect nipple. “Geez.” Maria gasped. He trailed the sweet confection down her body allowing the treat to pool between her legs. The chocolate was not the only thing melting.

Blurb of Greek Temptation

Greek Temptation By L.A. Day Haunted by dreams, Samantha Bastille paints a castle ruins only to discover the ruins exist. In Greece, she finds more than the ruins. Lykaios Diotrephes owns the ruins and invites her to stay at his villa. He’s tall, dark and gorgeous and just a glance sends shivers down her spine. Mate with me or die, is the most romantic line. Lykaios is alpha and with one day until the Herangetta, mating ritual, he must convince Samantha to mate with him. He knows that if she doesn’t she’ll die. How do you convince someone of lycan customs if they don’t believe in lycans? Lykaios and Arcas, his second, seduce Samantha but will she accept them both, for life? This contains m/m/f & m/m erotic scenes.

The Unwrapped Gift

The Unwrapped Gift by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Janna threw up her hand as bright light blinded her. Squinting she glanced away for a second. From the corner of her eye, she saw the silhouette and swerved toward the ditch. Slamming on her brakes, she skidded as she craned her neck looking for the naked man that had appeared out of nowhere. Throwing open her car door, she hopped out. Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she ran to the other side of her car. Her gaze scoured the road, ditch and underside of her car. “Damn. I really must need a good fuck if I’m picturing naked men in the middle of nowhere.” She chuckled as she shook her head. “And now I’m talking to myself.” She slid behind the wheel and threw the car in gear. On this deserted stretch of road, there wasn’t any reason to look before she pulled out unless she thought another stud was about to appear. Turning up the radio, she began to whistle. Movement in the rearview mirror caught her eye and her whistle turned to a gasp. Her foot eased off the gas as she stared in disbelief. “How the hell did you—” Looking over her shoulder, her gaze devoured the naked man and the car swerved toward the ditch again. Moving faster than she thought possible, he lunged over the seat righting the car. His bare chest leaned over her shoulder. His arms engulfed her and the tantalizing scent of warm male teased her senses. Up close, his skin was golden, unblemished perfection. She licked her lips. “You may wish to apply the brake.” “Hmm.” She met his azure gaze. “The brake?” She raised a brow. “Oh.” She hit the pedal hard. An unintelligible sound slipped from between his lips as he slid forward. “Oops.” For a large man, he maneuvered with ease as he hopped over the passenger seat. She blinked and tried not to stare at the hugely impressive cock that rose from between his muscled thighs. “Do you wish for me to drive or are you capable of handling this vehicle?” She furrowed her brow. “Who are you? How did you get in my car and where are your clothes?” “I am Tesar. I was sent to you and I do not have Earthling clothing.” Oh great! A fucking lunatic. Her gaze lowered and she wondered if it would be wrong to fuck his brains out before she called the police. A smug grin curled the corner of his lips. “We may fuck now but why do you wish to call the police?” “What did you say?” “You wish to fuck me then call police.” “How—” Her eyes narrowed on him. Could he read her mind? “Yes,” he replied. Wrapping his hand around her arm, he tugged her closer and she didn’t resist. “I know your thoughts, your needs and desires.” “Oh god.” “Not a God, just a servant. I am the pleasure master.” “Fuck.” His eyes glittered as he lowered his head. “That is the idea.”

Sneak Peek at Cein

Cein By L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Blurb: The past has a way of catching up with you and sometimes you’re glad it does. Freshly divorced, Sara is skipping town and looking for adventure. However, she’s about to discover an erotic adventure with the one man she thought she’d lost forever. Cein Creedon walked away from Sara when she chose another man over him. However, she’s free now and Cein has waited about as long as he can. It’s time he reminds her why he was nicknamed Walking Sin. Excerpt: Blood began to pump rapidly through her veins as she gazed at him. He looked like a man who would know how to please a woman. She looked at his large hands, with long, tapered fingers as he raised his fork to his mouth. His generously full lips parted, and his hand hesitated. She glanced up to meet his gaze across the room. Her breath caught in her throat. He had dark eyes, almost black, and they burned into her flesh. An erotic film rolled through her mind. Stretched out naked on a bed, her body contorted in pleasure as a man feasted between her thighs. Her pussy spasmed in urgent release, and the man’s head rose. Those same black eyes gleamed at her from a face years younger. Sara gasped as her panties dampened with familiar need. It couldn’t be, not after all these years. “Cein Creedon,” she whispered, her lips trembling. Cein, better known as Walking Sin, back in town after all these years. Grabbing her purse, she threw a twenty on the table and ran from the restaurant. Sprinting to her car, she slammed the compact’s door and gunned the engine. She had to get away before she embarrassed herself beyond redemption. Small towns were known for gossip and ever since Mike left, she’d been hiding from the whispers of failure. She could only imagine the reaction if she spread herself on Cein’s table and asked for a repeat performance of the one unfinished night they’d shared. At that thought, her upper thigh muscles tightened, and her pussy gushed. Damn, she needed a man. A mindless fuck with an anonymous stranger ought to ease her lust. An annoying voice in her head doubted a stranger could ease the arousal Cein inspired all too easily. Cein watched Sara run from the diner with an amused smile. She wouldn’t get very far. Standing, he stretched his legs. Sara had forgotten her package, but he wouldn’t mind delivering it. Peeling off a few bills, he dropped them on the table and collected Sara’s gift. He peeked under the glittery paper and raised a dark brow. A chuckle escaped his lips. It would be his pleasure to deliver the item. He knew exactly what he would do with it. Whistling, Cein headed for his bike. It was about time he taught Sara that the only place she could run was into his arms. The last time, he’d followed her wishes and left town. This time, she would bend to his will. He hadn’t been able to help overhearing Sara and her friend’s conversation. If Sara was hungry for sex, he would be the man to feed her. He would teach her exactly what she had been missing all these years. For more info: http://www.la-dayauthor.com

Sneak peek at Greek Temptation

Greek Temptation by L.A. Day Unedited Excerpt: His hungry gaze held her in place and she stood frozen as he approached. “I can smell your heat, your lust. I know you’re ready for mating.” He ran the back of his hand down her arm and his fingertips grazed the side of her breast. Taking a step backward, Samantha collapsed in a winged-back chair. “You’re all crazy.” Covering her face with both hands, Samantha rubbed her forehead. What in the world was going on? Was this some type of hoax? “Let us ease your suffering.” Lyk’s hands settled on her shoulders, massaging her tense muscles, and against her will she felt her tension melt. Crazy he might be, but his hands aroused her the way no other’s ever had. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed, until firm hands slid up her calves to settle on her knees. “What are you doing?” Her eyes flew open to find Arcas knelling in front of her. “I will ease your suffering.” His lyrical voice called to something deep within her and a shudder rocked her as she looked into his dark eyes. The desire in his eyes matched her own and her pulse leapt in reaction. Still, it didn’t seem right. She’d just allowed Lyk to satisfy her and now he stood behind her while Arcas prepared to do the same. A slow grin curled the corner of Arcas’ mouth as his thumbs rubbed the inside of her knees and slowly pressed outward. “Let me taste you, pleasure you.” Wildly, Samantha’s gaze darted about. Gulping as she realized Orrin was nowhere around. “Open your thighs for him,” Lyk commanded. Samantha trembled. Her gaze ran over Arcas’ gorgeous face. Part of her wanted to comply but she held back. Did they think she couldn’t resist their dark, lusty appeal? She wasn’t a whore to be passed around. She opened her mouth to protest but only a whimper escaped when Lyk’s hands slid down to cup her breasts. Kneeling at her side, Lyk spoke, “Let us show you how much you mean to us.” “But I…” She met Lyk’s lust-filled gaze. “You said I was your mate.” If he believed that, surely he wouldn’t allow another man such liberties. She needed Lyk to tell Arcas to stop because she feared she could not. “You are.” His hands tugged the elastic top of her sundress down, revealing her peaked nipples. “You are my woman and Arcas is my second.” Lyk tweaked her already distended nipples.

Leader of the Band

This was my first taste of publishing. In eleventh grade, I wrote this poem and it was published in a book titled, Equinox. It was a book of poems written by middle and high school students in Jefferson County, Kentucky.

Leader of the Band

He runs out on the stage,
everyone checks regardless of age.
The women go wild, he can almost feel their hands,
because he’s the leader of the band.

He wears a white, skin-tight outfit,
and his songs a number one hit.

He shakes his long hair,
as his music fills the air,
because he’s the leader of the band.

Everyone moves to his beat,
he thinks he’ll die just from the heat.

And when it’s all over,
he knows he’d at the top,
because there’s just no way that it’s ever going to stop!

By Laura Day
Grade 11

Hot Rod by LA Day

Hot Rod
By L.A. Day
All rights reserved.


“Night Hon.” Lani kissed Mike, her husband on the check. It wasn’t a passionate kiss just a friendly kiss goodnight. With a toss of her blonde hair and a flip of her hand, she acknowledged the other three men seated at the table.

“Nice ass,” Troy called to her retreating backside. Without turning, she flipped him the bird.

“Don’t make any offers, babe. He’s an ass man.” Ribald laughter joined her husband’s words. Lani clicked the bedroom door behind her.

Poker night. Ugh! A night of beer, cigars, rude noises and smells. It was a night she could cheerfully do without but Mike enjoyed it, so much she humored him. Besides, she didn’t mind a night curled up in bed with a good book. Around page fifty-three, her eyes began to droop.

Lani wasn’t sure what woke her. The house was quiet but Mike wasn’t in bed. He usually slept on the couch on poker night. Being a considerate husband, he didn’t want to wake her crawling into bed at some inhuman hour of the morning. She was usually happy to have the bed to herself but tonight… tonight, she was a little horny.

She’d fallen asleep to an anthology of erotic stories. The last tale of a well-hung hero fucking his boss’s wife in the pool house manifested itself in her dream. Damn, if it hadn’t soaked her panties. Throwing off the covers, she ran her hand down her sheer gown. The mirror reflected back a sleep tossed woman with visibly peaked nipples. She mussed her hair seductively and licked her pouty lips. She wanted to make sure Mike would be interested when she woke him.

The couch was empty and so was the kitchen but a stream of light under the garage door alerted her to his whereabouts. Mike had just bought a new hotrod and he couldn’t resist showing it off. The guys had drooled over it for an hour before the cards came out. Mike probably had to kiss it goodnight!

“Fuck that is so hot,” a male voice groaned. It sounded like Troy. He would delay her plans. She cracked the door open hoping to get Mike’s attention and hurry him along.

“That’s right man, take it all.” Lani forgot she was going to hide behind the door so Troy couldn’t see her. The sight in front of her riveted her gaze. Her naked husband kneeled in front of an equally naked Troy.

Troy’s eyes rose meeting hers, a smug grin curled his lip. His hands laced through Mike’s hair as he fucked his face. “Yeah, use that tongue. Does your wife suck cock this good?”

Lani couldn’t speak. Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her dry mouth. She knew she should leave but her feet wouldn’t budge. This went against everything she believed. Her husband was cheating on her with another man but somehow it was shockingly erotic. Her already aroused pussy flooded with sweet, wet heat.

Troy pulled back on Mike’s head and she heard his cock pop out of Mike's mouth. “Your ass should be ready for me by now.” Troy moved and laid Mike over the hood of the hotrod with his face turned away from her. “Lie there just like that and don’t move.”

Troy angled his body so she could watch him lube his cock. It was massive, bigger than Mike’s and his was over nine inches. She’d measured.

“Hope you’ve been wearing that plug I gave you. Cause I get a little carried away fucking virgin ass.” Lani’s knees weakened and she sank to the floor waiting for Troy to penetrate her husband. Sweat broke out on her brow and she licked her lips. Moving her panties to the side her fingers slid into her wet slit. Her heart pounded furiously and most of her blood pooled in her clit.

“You gonna talk or fuck?” Mike’s voice sounded breathy and nervous, different from the usual gravelly pitch.

Troy spread Mike’s cheeks and she could see the tight little bud open slightly. Troy watched her as he speared one lubed finger into his ass. Mike’s breath hissed out and he started to move. She leaned forward watching as she penetrated her cunt with two fingers.

“Easy. Stay right where I put you. I’m just loosening you up a bit.” Troy rimmed Mike’s hole, working his finger in and out. “You just lie on your hotrod while I put my hot rod up your tight ass.” A strangled sound erupted from Mike but he didn’t speak. Lani remember her first time, the pleasure and the pain.

Troy moved into place behind Mike blocking her view. Then, he turned nodding his head at Lani urging her forward to kneel at his side. She hesitated only a moment. When she reached Troy’s side he pulled at a strap of her gown indicating he wanted it off. The sheer gown fluttered to the floor revealing coral tipped breasts and a softly rounded stomach.

Troy’s cock looked so good she wished it were her ass he was getting ready to split open or that she was the one splitting Mike open. Their eyes locked for a moment. “Soon.” He mouthed the word.

His cock nudged Mike’s ass. The head slipped in and Mike went up on his toes. “Easy,” hissed Troy from between clenched teeth, another inch burrowed in. Mike shifted trying to find a grip on the car.

“Fuck you’re tight.”

Troy’s fingers dug into Mike’s ass hard enough to leave bruises as he moved forward slowly. “Just do it man. Just do it,” Mike pleaded as he thrust his ass backwards. Troy needed little encouragement and with a growl, he thrust forward burying himself balls deep.

Lani cried out at the sight, her own fingers working overtime on her clit. For a second she worried Mike had heard her but she realized that would be impossible over the male grunts and slapping flesh.

A familiar feeling fluttered through her stomach and lower. She lay back spreading her thighs. Troy’s eyes shifted back and forth between her and Mike. Mike taking a cock, her masturbating under watchful eyes seemed surreal but amounted to a thigh quaking orgasm. Biting her lip, she silenced her cries as her body lifted and shuddered in release.

“Oh fuck,” Troy growled pulling back on Mike’s hips reaching around he yanked Mike's cock. Mike groaned his jism quickly creaming the hotrods white-walls. Troy roared his pleasure collapsing on top of Mike still buried up his ass.

“Man that was good. Even better watching your wife masturbate to the whole thing.”

Mike’s head spun around, his startled gaze meeting Lani’s satisfied grin.

“It’s gonna be even better when I fuck her in the ass while you jack off.” Lani gasped at the thought. Mike’s eyes flared with anger but he couldn't complain with his ass still full of cock.

Sneak Peek at Feral Intensity

Feral Intensity by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Book 3 of the Faldron Shifters Series M/M Erotic Romance Setup: In wolf form, Dirk comes across the alpha coyote that is to be his mate. Temptation swirls within him but is he ready to submit? Excerpt: A solitary howl shattered the peace of the evening. Dirk Valde raised his head from a science-fiction novel as the sound reverberated in his soul. Closing his eyes, he sighed. He was lonely, that was a fact. Laying the book aside, he stood and crossed to the cabin door. Lifting his head, he sniffed the cool night air. The coyote wasn’t in Valde territory yet but it was close. Taking a seat in an old wooden rocker, Dirk propped his bare feet up on the top rail of the porch. It was fall in the Faldron Mountains and the ground was crisp with frost. A low moon hung over the trees, illuminating the clearing around the cabin. He watched as a young buck hugged the tree line, following the scent of a doe in heat. The deer was oblivious to anything but his potential mate. A smirk curved Dirk’s lips. He could relate to the horny male. The buck stopped and lifted his head. Taking a whiff of the air, he caught the scent of the coyote. Spooked, the deer bolted into the woods. The coyote wouldn’t feast on that particular deer tonight. The cabin was located on the lower ridge at the northeast corner of Valde territory. The Valde wolf pack was the largest, strongest wolf pack in the area. Their land was vast and protected at all costs. They were fortunate to have a friendly feline pack on their eastern boarder. The mating of Gionne to Jenna and Riza to Leon had solidified that relationship. He had chosen to take over guard duty in this area. It was his responsibility to protect the Valde wolf pack’s territory from invaders. The newly formed coyote pack pushed the boundaries daily. Yesterday, they had taunted him by leaving the remains of a fresh kill near the creek, behind the cabin. It was a deliberate attempt to draw him out and he knew why. He would meet with Rian, their pack leader, when he was ready and not before then. The cabin had not been the best place to come to sort out his feelings, not with the coyotes so close. Temptation was just over the ridge. So far, Rian hadn’t tried to force the issue but day by day his scent lingered closer. Coming to the cabin had been a huge step for Dirk. Part of him knew he couldn’t run forever but a knot of panic formed in his gut every time he considered his destiny. His worry was twofold. Having a male mate was a surprise but a coyote mate was a shock. He lived in denial. In fact, he’d almost mated twice in the last several months. Neither female had been his true mate but both were fine females and had aroused a need within him. Thoughts of Jenna and Riza made him hard. The scent in the air made him harder. Both females had moved on with their mates and it was time for him to move on with his life. Standing, Dirk pulled the tie out of his long hair. The cool night air had little effect on him and he shucked the unfastened jeans that were his only covering. Darting into the yard, two legs turned to four as he took the shape of a white wolf. In wolf form, he was free of the worries that consumed his human half. Picking up a hot scent he crashed through thick underbrush, almost stumbling as he came to a sudden stop on the frosty ground. In a knee-deep pool of the stream sat a coyote shifter. Wet, black hair fell over bronze shoulders. The wolf growled low in his throat as the coyote shifter stood on firm, sculpted legs. A sleek back led to a rounded ass a shade lighter in color. Twisting, the coyote turned to face him. The scent of lust filled the air as his gaze met the gleaming brown eyes of the coyote shifter. Dirk’s gaze traveled over the well-developed, lightly furred chest, the flat stomach and came to rest on the impressive erection jutting from the male’s body. “So you’ve come out of hiding,” Rian Aden’s husky voice teased Dirk. “Why don’t you shift? I’d enjoy a back scrubbing and I’d return the favor.” In feral form, Dirk took a step forward, stretching his neck out as he scented the aroused male. Perking his ears, he flared his nostrils. The heady scent was like a flavor on his tongue and his mouth watered. Overwhelmed with need, Dirk’s shiny coat stood on end as he struggled to contain his feral urge to mate. “Come on Dirk. You know you want to.” Rian’s honey-rich voice teased as much as his soap-covered hand, which slid over rippling abs and encircled his erect cock. Dirk watched as the coyote shifter stroked his erection with a slow, firm grip. Mesmerized by the beauty that was Rian, he took two steps forward. Dirk licked his lips hungrily. He was within touching distance of Rian and the coyote reached out his other hand. Startled, Dirk jumped back. The human within warred with his beast, fighting for control. He growled and darted back into the brush. “Fuck!” The curse echoed in Dirk’s ears as he headed for the cabin. For more info: http://www.la-dayauthor.com Other books in the series. Faldron Shifters – Book One- Feral Domination Faldron Shifters – Book Two – Feral Lust

Set in Stone - excerpt

Set in Stone by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Unedited excerpt: She was far from an expert on Italian architecture but impressive didn’t begin to encompass her initial reaction to Villa La Torano. According to the faxed data on the property, the villa’s architecture was a double-projecting portico-loggia motif inspired by Palladio. A focal point in the center of the structure was a one-of-a-kind statuary gallery. Since the commission on this property alone might surpass her annual gross income, she was willing to learn about the architecture. It certainly wouldn’t be an easy sell but it would be worth the time invested. Her two-inch heels clicked on the cobblestone path leading to the front entranceway. To the right, she noted a sculptured fountain. It was weathered but certainly salvageable. “Hello,” Sarah called at the arched entranceway. The door was open but she felt she should announce her presence. “Back here,” a male voice bellowed. Following the sound of voices, Sarah strolled down a long hallway. Her eyes were having difficulty absorbing the delicate carvings and inlaid architecture. She wondered if an auction was in the works, since plastic-covered furnishings were still in place. Plastic and dust covered everything. The place could certainly use a thorough cleaning. The rhythmic click of her heels on the Tuscany marble floors made her wish she’d worn flats. As she rounded the corner, a man waved at her from the end of the hall. Plastering a smile on her face, she proceeded. “Lorenzo, I presume.” She held out her perfectly manicured hand as she approached the man. At his nod, she shook his hand and introduced herself. “I’m Sarah Livingston, from Elite Real Estate. We spoke earlier.” She handed him her gold-embossed business card. “Yes. Very good. We were just having a look around. Maybe you would like to start in the foyer.” “Why not start here? I’m sure Ms. Livingston can appreciate the raw beauty of the gallery.” Jacob spoke from inside the room, his sarcastic tone belying the words. Lorenzo’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he shuffled out of the way. Sarah smelled a trap. She squared her shoulders, prepared for anything—almost anything. Stepping into the doorway, Sarah’s gaze was drawn to the high, vaulted ceiling decorated with carvings and mosaics. The sound of Jacob’s voice drew her gaze. “What do you think?” Sarah turned toward him, opening her mouth to reply, but no words formed. Jacob stood next to a statue. An erotic statue set in a niche. A woman, on hands and knees, sucked a man’s exaggeratedly proportioned cock. Sarah blinked rapidly and turned to focus elsewhere. That’s when she discovered that there was a niche about every twelve feet. Each niche brandished its own statue. One more blatantly erotic than the next. Each had a variant position and some a variant of gender. While male/female seemed the majority motif, occasional female/female and even male/male positions were proudly displayed. She thought her head might spin off her shoulders. “Good lord!” she muttered. Now she understood the reporter’s comments. Even by current standards, the room was a bit shocking. For more info: http://www.la-day.com

Feral Intensity - Excerpt

Feral Intensity by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Book 3 of the Faldron Shifters Series M/M Erotic Romance Setup: Dirk meets Rian for the first time and discovers his mate is a male. Unedited Excerpt: Introductions commenced but Dirk tuned it all out until the leader extended his hand to him. His heart thundered as the bronze hand engulfed his in a firm grip. The alpha’s thumb caressed the back of his hand and his stomach muscles clenched. The dull, persistent ache that seemed ever present in his balls, ignited in fierce desire. With hands locked, Dirk raised his gaze to meet the other male’s dark, hungry eyes and his world shifted. Full lips curled up at the corners as the male spoke in a low, husky voice. “I am Rian. It is an honor to meet you.” Dirk breathed in a slow pant as his mind whirled with possibilities. It can’t be! There had to be some mistake. Rian released his hand and he felt bereft at the loss of the touch. A smug smile curled Rian’s lips and Dirk’s heart beat triple time. Lust, hotter than he’d ever felt, churned in his gut. Conversation between the two alphas swirled around his head but he couldn’t absorb the words. From time to time, Rian’s dark eyes turned to him and he felt his gaze as a heated caress. The male’s scent entranced him. Taking a step backward, Dirk took a deep, cleansing breath as he tried to clear his mind. Turning away, he pretended vigilance to his duty as guard of the area. His eyes roved the darkened woods but his mind screamed with panic as he attempted to reason out his dilemma. Dirk wasn’t a scholar of philosophy or pack history. What he did know was that for the shape-shifting races lifemates were predestined. Times were changing, the breeds were mixing. He didn’t know why the fates had chosen to mix the breeds, he only knew that they had. Gionne and Jenna were an example as was Gionne’s sister, Riza and her mate, Leon the feline alpha. He had almost taken both of the females as mates but destiny had stepped in and united them with their true mates. Looking back, Dirk didn’t know why he’d willingly wanted to mate with females he’d known were not his true mates. Dirk sighed! Had part of him known what his future held? Was he trying to hide from a truth he knew within himself? His gaze flashed back toward Rian. Had destiny chosen this male as his mate? He wasn’t ready to accept it. Though the coyotes were known for trickery, he wouldn’t fall easily for their games. As the meeting came to an end, Dirk felt Rian’s questioning gaze upon him but he did not acknowledge the connection. His spine tingled. His beast wanted out. The call to mate was clear but he would fight it. Time would tell if this coyote was his true mate. For more info: http://www.la-day.com Other books in the series. Faldron Shifters – Book One- Feral Domination Faldron Shifters – Book Two – Feral Lust

Dominating my Man

Dominating my Man!
By, L.A. Day

He relaxed against the headboard. His thighs spread wide with one knee bent. His cock was long and firm sprouting from a nest of dark curls, beneath his arousal hung his large, heavy sac.
Submissively, I crawled between his legs my eyes downcast just the way he liked. First, I inhaled his strong, musky scent. The scent guaranteed to make me wet.

I nuzzled his sac, gently suckling each testicle. His lips parted and he began to pant but he said not a word. My hands now tenderly fondled his balls as my tongue played tribute to his cock. It was about eight inches long and thick, a nice cock for sucking. I suckled the fleshy head barely grazing the sensitive skin with my teeth.

He gasped and lifted his hips.

One hand left his balls, my fingers traveling the length of his crack, stopping to tease the puckered flesh of his anus. He tensed as my fingers played and I expected the usual response when I touched him there. A firm “no” but he stayed silent. Encouraged, I licked my fingers and repeated the process.

My mouth still paid homage to his cock but I have to admit my mind was now on his ass. This time, I pressed firmly against his opening. I didn’t penetrate him but I wanted him to think I might.

I let his cock slid out of my mouth with a pop.

I met the eyes of my lover. They were dark, hungry and a little wary. We’d been lovers for three years, in all that time he’d always taken the dominant role in our love life.
I didn’t mind, I enjoyed it in fact. There was nothing better than having a strong, dominant male bend you to his will. If I was bad, he spanked me, if I was good he spanked me harder. He often used toys, filling one of my holes with his cock and the other with an assortment of vibes and dongs.

Tonight was different though, I sensed it from the moment we touched. Looking into his eyes, I knew it as fact. As much as I loved our sex life, lately I’d wanted to experience what it was to be The Dom.

I’d read books on the subject. I’d left them lying around where he would be sure to see but he never mentioned them. Obviously, though he’d gotten the message. He flipped the pillow next to him down and my eyes lit up. Lying against the crisp white sheet was a small dildo, a set of anal beads and a tube of lube.

My eyes flew back to his and he smiled, if it was a nervous smile that was to be expected. “I won’t hurt you,” I promised. I was nearly salivating at the thought of penetrating my lover’s virgin ass.

“I trust you,” he replied in a whiskey rough voice and just the sound of it made my pussy clench.
“Stretch out baby, and let me give you a massage.”

He stretched full-length on the bed but he still laid on his back. I had to smile. I knew he was nervous, he wasn’t ready for penetration but I was in no hurry. I kneaded his arms and chest. He had a thickly muscled chest with just a sprinkling of hair. I plucked at his male nipples until they stood as erect as his cock. I suckled a nipple, swirling my tongue around it. His body was mine to do with as I wanted.

I trailed my hands down his abs, his stomach muscles rippled. I knew what he wanted but I avoided his groin. His cock looked delicious, leaking a stream of pre-cum and I wanted to taste it. I licked my lips. It would have to wait.

Moving to his feet, I massaged each digit and gave extra attention to the arch of his foot. He groaned in enjoyment, he seemed to be loosening up. I worked his calf muscles and his thighs. He was totally relaxed except for his erection. I slapped a hand on his thigh. “Roll over,” I commanded. It was the voice I use when disciplining a disruptive student.

He complied without a word but I sensed some of the tenseness working its way back into his body. What did he think I was going to do, part his cheeks and thrust the dildo up his ass?

I went to work on his shoulders and back. He had broad shoulders and a muscled back from hard physical work. I worked my way to his waist, up, and over his ass. He shuddered slightly.
I worked each leg from the back, letting the pebbled tips of my breasts drag across his hips and thighs. As I placed each leg back on the bed, I spread them wider, parting his thighs. Kneeling between them, I suckled on his tight sac. His breath hissed out of his body.

Finally, I parted his cheeks, at first there was a little resistance. Then, he relaxed. I licked up and down his crack, tonguing his hole. I mimicked the way he prepared me. His anus was a tight, virgin bud and it was mine. I almost came just thinking about it.

I moved up the bed to sit next to the display of toys. His eyes met mine. I picked up the small dildo and his eyes widened. I grinned. “I think I need to lube this a bit.”

I suckled the new, clean dildo into my mouth. Leaning back, I swallowed most of the length. I popped it out. “Mmm, not wet enough.” I shoved it up my dripping pussy and he gasped starting to move.

I slapped his ass, hard. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

He settled.

“I might have to punish you for that.” I picked up the lube and moved back between his thighs. The dildo was still lodged in my cunt. It was so wet I was surprised it stayed. The lube was cool on my fingers. I parted his firm ass and teased his anus.
The time for teasing was over. I inserted my index finger to the first knuckle rimming his ass. A strange little sound escaped his lips but he didn’t protest.

He was tight and his sphincter sucked at my finger. The inside of him was hot and the flesh tender. I’d never felt anything so delicious not even my own cunt.

I slowly circled, then thrust and withdrew. Thrust and withdrew. About the forth time, I added my middle finger. A rush of breath left his body and he pushed back against my hand.

I was so excited my cunt was clenching around the dildo and I almost hated to remove it but I did. The dildo was well lubricated and so was his ass. Hesitantly, I removed my fingers. I wanted to see the dildo in his ass but it wouldn’t be the same as my fingers in there feeling every clench of his muscles.

It was small by dildo standards but bigger than my two fingers so I inserted it slowly, deeply. I fucked his ass in a slow aching rhythm but I needed more. He needed more. “Get on your hands and knees,” I demanded.

He jumped to do my biding. His cock was hanging long and heavy and his sac pulled tight to his body. His movements dislodged his pillow and I saw where he stashed one of my dildos for later. I knew he planned to pay me back with interest for every thing I did. I couldn’t wait.

I quickly grabbed the dildo while he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t my largest one but it was nice sized and vein riddled just the right size to trip my trigger. I guess he was going to get a little more than he bargained for.

For now, I worked the dildo with one hand and lightly stroked his cock with the other. I didn’t want him to cum just yet.

I licked at his balls as I lubed the bigger cock that I had wedged between my thighs. It needed to be nice and slick when I slid it into his tight hole.

“You taste so good, baby,” I told him as I licked my way up his ass removing the dildo. I licked at his hole that was no longer puckered tightly. “So good, baby.”

I placed the head of the thicker girthed dildo at his entrance. I pushed and he parted. I pushed harder. “Fuck!” he swore and tried to move away. I held him by a firm grip to his balls.

“That’s right you’re going to get a nice hard fuck.” I thrust it deeper. “I told you I was going to punish you.” The dildo went deeper. “Be a man, take it like a man. Take this nice big cock right up your ass.” I let go of his balls and began stroking his cock. My hand was wet with lube and glided easily over the rigid flesh. I had him, I knew I had him as I stroked his cock and pounded his ass.

“Fuck!” he screamed.

“Fuck!” He came in great bursts all over the bed.

He collapsed on the bed unmindful of his jism all over the sheet. He rolled onto his back and just stared at me.

Reaching under the pillow, he extracted a leather strap. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

I lowered my eyes. The strap slapped my thigh in a stinging caress. It was going to be a long night. My pussy clenched in anticipation.