#WickedWednesday 18+ Excerpt: What should a girl do when she realizes she's bedded the wrong brother? Do him again, of course. #erotic #paranormalromance #timetravel

I hope you enjoy this snip from the Lustful Possession Series, a haunting tale perfect for your Halloween Reading List. Warning: Adult Content.  

Caught in a cave-in, Scientist Neve Brádach, lies broken and dying, trapped inside the most haunted castle in Ireland with the infamous elemental, Bás a thagann. Neve is left defenseless to fight it—thrown back in time, she is forced to suffer a life that is not her own.

Dear God! It wasn’t Hualryn I lay with last eve. It was SaBástienne. 

Nev gasped. Her cheeks grew hot, her stomach roiled as the realization of what she’d done seeped into her. Nev jumped up from the table and ran from the hall. Hualryn yelled her name behind her. That’s why he’d asked where she’d disappeared to. To him, she’d deserted him. 

Bástienne the Dark was too tame a designation to encompass the immense wickedness of the man.  

Nev raced through the corridors, running toward her chamber, when all of a sudden a shadow stepped in front of her and she ran into a solid wall of man. 

SaBástienne! 

He clamped a hand around her upper arm, and the other he slapped over her mouth, to prevent her from screaming, she presumed. 

“Which chamber be yours?” he demanded. The expression on his face brooked no argument. 

With a quirk of her head she indicated the direction. He dragged her along and into the room. 

Once inside, he pressed her against the closed door, one hand still covering her mouth. He then placed a strong forearm over her chest. 

Nev was equally afraid and aroused. What is it about this man that makes my body sing? 

“You willna yell,” he ordered. 

At her nod, he cautiously removed his hand from her mouth. 

“Why?” she croaked. Panic over what they’d done, bloomed in her chest. What will Hual do when he finds out? “How could ya?” 

“I couldna help meself,” he justified. “Ya looked so good touchin’ yorself, squirmin’ like that for release. Christ, woman, no man woulda been able to resist!” 

Although the excuse was flimsy in her estimation, in an odd way, it pleased Nev to no end that a man like Bástienne had wanted her so badly in that moment. Both formidable men wanted her. 

“I only meant to aid you in reaching your desired culmination, but then, ya tasted like fine wine...” He groaned, and Nev experienced a hot, wet rush between her legs at his words. 

“And ya wanted to be thoroughly loved, cailín, dinna tell me ya didna. I had no idea ya were me brother’s betrothed.”  

“But ya did know that I thought ya were him. I called his name!” 

“I thought you were merely his whore.” He shrugged. 

“Ohh!” she breathed, outraged. 

“Ya can cease with the righteous indignation, sweet. Ya canna be that innocent if ya be layin’ with him afore ya are wed. Besides, it be not the first time we have changed places or shared women.” 

That angered her even more. Nev jerked her shoulders to gain her freedom, but he held her easily. 

“Let me go, ya bastard!” She swung at him, slapping his face so hard her palm stung. 

He clenched his jaw. His black eyes turned positively demonic. And for a moment, she feared for her life. Then all of a sudden his lips were on hers, and all rational thought fled. She kissed him in return with utter abandon. Though, she fought him, it was not truly her intent. “Let me go!” she panted. 

As soon as he did, she grabbed his head and pulled him more firmly to her, opening her mouth, allowing him full access. Tongues tangling, bodies seeking, gyrating against one another, Nev was lost to the inexplicable allure of this man—the twin to her intended. 

She brazenly pushed at his shoulder guiding him downward. In that moment she wanted one thing—to experience his gifted lips on her again. 

Although, he took to his knees, he stared up at her. “Tell me what you want, sweeting.” 

“I want... I want, uhhh, you to kiss me,” she all but whined, pulling up her skirt, exposing herself to him. 

“To kiss ya? Is tha’ all?” He raised his chin and nudged her soft curls, pressing his lips there. She rocked against his mouth. 

“Nooo, ya know... what I need. Please!”  

“Say it. What do ya want me to do?” 

“Your tongue, Bástienne. Please, give me your tongue!” she cried. 

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Series Overview

A seemingly harmless paranormal investigation sparks a series of haunting events that ultimately sends an international team of supernatural investigators to Ireland and to one of the most haunted destinations in all of Europe… Castle Cairnnon.

Lustful Possession — A saga sweeping several generations of characters, in an unsettling and at times horrific tale with many twists and turns, and a stunning conclusion you won’t see coming.

Travel through time and unravel the mystery of Cairnnon Castle...

Please note: Though this collection of short stories is predominantly dark erotic paranormal—at times verging on horror—it runs the gamut in sub-genre cross-overs and eras—from contemporary to historical time-travel, and back again. The series also incorporates both m/f and m/m couplings, plus scenes with multiple-partner interaction including m/m/m and m/f/f. Must be read in order.

Part 1 - Meet Me in the Dark
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)

Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—a good scare to get the blood pumping. Little does she know her actions that night would unleash an ancient evil.


Part 2 - Dark Foursome
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)

A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when a fledgling couple, is hijacked by two randy spirits, who then use their corporeal bodies to recapture the sexual pleasures they enjoyed while inhabiting the physical world.


Part 3 - The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
(m/f, time-travel, Ireland, historical, paranormal, dark erotic, verging on horror)

The saga takes a sudden medieval time-travel twist. Cairnnon Castle is one of the most haunted places on earth and home to one of the most evil entities ever documented. When an enthusiastic troop of paranormal investigators descends on the ancient stronghold, all hell breaks loose.

Meet the O'Cairnnon's - a fate most do not survive


Part 4 - Rising From the Darkness
(m/m, paranormal, erotic, contemporary)

U.S. paranormal investigators return to Ireland to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the Fall of Castle Cairnnon. But what they find instead might set the paranormal community on it’s collective ear.

Part 5 - Dark Seed
(paranormal, erotic, contemporary, m/f story with m/m interaction)

The investigators' astonishing discovery at Castle Cairnnon, can only be described as a miracle. Or is one blessing, just another curse.


Part 6 - Bending Darkness
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, time-travel, historical)

The Cairnnon curse threatens to turn one woman's dreams of happily-ever-after into a hellish nightmare.


Part 7 - Dark Defeat

The stunning conclusion to the Lustful Possession saga (paranormal, dark erotic, time-travel, historical, an m/f story with f/f and m/f/f interaction)

Hell-bent on saving her children, a mother will stop at nothing to defeat the evil that stalks her family, or at the very least, she’ll die trying

NØT Safe For Sunday Snippet : Enjoy the opening scene from Sin Bin #priest #eroticromance #taboo #NotSafeforSunday #Adult +18 #excerpt

Sacred & Profane

When Daunté Bennifetto left home to attend seminary school, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in. But it would seem God had other plans.

After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget. And true to form, the wild and spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Daunté runs into Mrs. Lima—Camillah's disapproving mother—she begs him to intervene in her daughter's life, perhaps setting her back on the path to righteousness. Because of their sordid past, he knows he should stringently refuse, yet he can't seem to stay away. Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cam’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.

Author Note: Sin Bin was formerly featured in the Sacred & Profane Anthology

X-rated Excerpt:

Chapter One

“Don’t you want to come inside me?” Camillah panted as she straddled his lap. “Just once before you give your life to God, don’t you want to know what it feels like to be inside me, Daunté?”

He shook his head in denial, but was already gripping her hips, guiding them. “God forgive me!”

Cam unzipped his jeans, and gasped. “Oh, Daunté, you’re so hard.”

When she feathered her fingertips over his throbbing tip, he almost bucked her from his lap.

“This one time…please,” she begged, “it’ll have to last us a lifetime.”

Again, she reached for him, but he gripped her wrist. One touch and he’d never make it inside her sweet, ripe pussy.

Still in her clothes from dance class, she lifted the short filmy skirt giving him a glimpse of the pristine white bodysuit beneath. His gaze went straight to the sleek triangular swatch between her legs.

Eagerly, he dragged his hand between her thighs. His fingertips caught the row of snaps on her leotard.

“Pull ’em, Daunté,” she dared breathlessly while rocking her hips invitingly.

He tugged on the material—that last thin barrier between them—and with three small pops, his fingers met her soft flesh. “Uhhh, Cammie.”

She swatted his hand out of the way, and lowered her center of gravity, then she rubbed her pussy against his aching erection. Her juices coated his length, creating the most decadent sensation.

“I can’t stand it, Cam.”

She reared up. He held his cock straight, and as she descended, he plunged...

* * * *

Father Daunté Bennifetto collapsed against his pillows, gasping for breath. Sweat covered his thrumming body. Warm sticky ejaculate streaked his palms.

It wasn’t exactly how it had happened. His mind had fine-tuned the memory over time, and his lascivious imagination had filled in the rest. That one sexual encounter was supposed to expunge his wicked urges, but it had done the opposite and only whet his appetite for more.

Rolling out of bed, he immediately went to the bathroom.

Disgusted with himself, he stared at his reflection in the mirror as he scrubbed his hands clean. His thick dark hair was uncharacteristically tousled and the layer of coarse stubble covering his jaw leant him a sinister air. His eyes appeared almost black. Evil. Again his obscene desires had gotten the better of him.

He knew what he had to do.

Daunté strode back into the bedroom and knelt at the side of his bed. From under the mattress he dragged out the hardbound case. He depressed the latches, and opened the lid.

Warily, he hefted the discipline strap, testing the weight in his hand.

With a deep breath, he gained his feet, and faced the full-length mirror. He opened his stance and braced himself—for a different kind of release.

      He bowed his head and began to pray, as he snapped the end of the whip over his left shoulder with stinging precision. 

© H K Carlton

I hope you enjoyed the extract from Sin Bin. 

Go forth and have a sinful Sunday.

~ H K

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SIN BIN

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Teaser Tuesday - 18+ Snippet from SWAP #ForbiddenLove #eroticromance

Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career, good friends… and one hot brother-in-law who won’t stay out of her fantasies

When Hailey was sixteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.

Hailey’s all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except that pesky little infatuation with her husband’s brother has never completely gone away. A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn’t, and it’s beginning to fuck with what she thinks should be perfection. And, if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex-starved teenager? Or the more pressing question yet—why is he groping her right back?

Author Note: This erotic romance story is written in first person, and contains cheating/adulterous themes. 

HK Carlton did a fantastic job of showing the angst Michael and Hailey faced as they deal with their growing attraction to each other. You fall in love with them as their love grows, and you wonder if they will choose to betray their spouses an act on their love for each other.
HK Carlton did a fantastic job of showing the angst Michael and Hailey faced as they deal with their growing attraction to each other. You fall in love with them as their love grows, and you wonder if they will choose to betray their spouses an act on their love for each other.

The Prologue  

When I was sixteen I thought my boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced me to his older brother Mike. From that moment on I had the biggest crush on him, and he was the star of most of my teenage fantasies.

At the time Mike was twenty-five and newly married, but that didn’t stop my overactive imagination. I was so shy back then, every conversation I had with the man left me a red-faced, tongue-tied mess.

To this day, Mike can still make me blush, even though I’m now twenty-six and have been married to Brent for three years. I have a great career in journalism and I’m sketching outlines for my first romance novel.

Brent and I both have great jobs, although he travels a lot for work as a territory auto parts sales rep. We own a nice house. We enjoy our life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect—except that my infatuation with my brother-in-law has never completely gone away.

A crush, by nature and definition, is something that’s supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately, mine hasn’t, and it’s beginning to fuck with what I think should be perfection.

Mike and his wife of ten-plus years now, Cheryl, live nearby. They seem fairly happy, too, until you look a little deeper. Which I often do. With Brent away so much, I spend a fair amount of time with Mike and Cheryl. I go out with my friends too, but Mike and I have a lot in common, and not only interests-wise—we are both creative. I have my writing and he has this passion for photography that I think I’ve finally convinced him to pursue.

As long as I’ve known Mike, he’s worked in construction. I also know he hates it. Especially now that he’s getting a little older and his back and his knees have started to protest the constant activity. I mean, thirty-five isn’t old by any means, but it isn’t just his body that it’s taking a toll on. He isn’t happy, and I know from experience what a rush it is to have an article published, or some kind of recognition for a job well done. Mike’s photographs are really good, and I know in my heart that he could make a go of it, if he would just give himself the chance.

And how do I know all this? Well, even though we do a lot of things together as couples when Brent is home—which isn’t often—lately it’s just been Mike and me. We find ourselves spending more and more time together. Cheryl is often busy with her newest get-rich-quick scheme or charity events. To her, life is all about money, and other people’s perceptions of her and the life that she and Mike have carved out. She wants people to think that she and Mike live a whole lot more comfortably than they really do.

And my husband, Brent—when he isn’t away on business—has a passion of his own. And it isn’t me. Currently, she is housed in the garage under a custom-fit car cover. She is sleek, shiny, and midnight black with four hundred and six cubic inches of raw power, that I can’t compete with.

+18 Excerpt:

We paid the bill, then headed for the truck.

In the parking lot, Mike handed over the keys.

In a moment of sheer insanity on my part, I threw my arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I really am proud of you, you know.”

He placed his arm around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. I felt his chest rumble. “Thanks, Hails.”

We slowed our progress, as if neither one of us was in any hurry to get to the truck. I laid my head back against his shoulder. We walked to the passenger’s side of the truck and I hit the remote on his key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened it for him. He laughed. “I’m supposed to get the door for you.”

“Oh, I thought that was just a shotgun thing, not a chivalry thing. A woman can open the door for a dude, ya know,” I said with mock impatience. “Just get in.”

He turned to face me and, to my surprise, he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “You’re really lame, ya know?” He laughed at my expense.

“I think that’s an eighties catchphrase. And yeah, I know I’m lame, but you love me anyway.” I tossed his words from earlier back at him.

But his smile slipped. “Yeah. I do.”

Something in his voice made every body part I owned turn liquid. In my head, I rushed to tell myself that he meant like a brother and that he’d had a few beers, but his next words stopped my thought process cold.

“You might be the only thing I’ve ever envied about my little brother.”

He moved his hand to the side of my neck and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Then his lips were there, hovering just inches from mine, as if he were seeking permission. My senses swam with the possibilities.

I pounced, seizing what might be my only opportunity to kiss him. I didn’t hold back—he experienced the full-on, ravenous impact of years of worship and sexual fantasies that had run the gamut from sweet, innocent eighteen-year-old’s kisses to the tantalizing nocturnal fantasy that I’d created just the night before.

I flattened my chest against his, trying to get inside his coat. He spun me around, and nudged me onto the seat of the truck. I didn’t want to separate from his lips afraid that if we lost contact he would call a halt to this. So, I fisted my hands into his shirt and hauled him in after me. I opened my legs, encouraging him between them.

When he followed, I crabbed toward the driver’s side. My shoulder hit the steering wheel. I released his shirt long enough to grope for the tilt-steering lever. I pushed the wheel up to give us a little extra room. He was not a small man. The thought shot another little thrill through my already highly sensitized body.

He reached backward with one arm, trying to close the door, but I pulled him toward me with all my strength. I wanted to get as much as I could before he put a stop to this. I knew he would. He was too nice a guy to let this happen. What did that say about me?

“Let me get the door,” he said against my mouth. His breathing was choppy and heavy.

I released him long enough so that he could reach behind him. The door clicked and I didn’t even have to coax him back—he was there and kissing me. I strained to get closer to him. He settled his hips between my thighs. His thick erection prodded my entrance through my jeans. I rubbed my aching cunt shamelessly over his rock-hard cock. I was soaking wet.

Needy sounds erupted from the back of my throat. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and at that very moment I didn’t care about anything else. Not Brent. Not Cheryl. Not even the fact that I was probably making an absolute fool of myself. There was one thing on my mind, and that was getting him inside my body.

Impatiently, I yanked at the bottom of his shirt. As I dragged the flannel up his chest, he pushed at my t-shirt. His large, warm palm passed over my ribs. Skin met skin, but it wasn’t enough for me. I let him push my top all the way up, exposing my bra. He smoothed his hand over me, before cupping my breast. I pressed more fully into his hand. My nipple pearled against his palm. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, a deep affecting sound. He gave my breast a firm squeeze as he hunted around back for the hooks, but the bra had a front clasp. I made a protest into his mouth as I directed his hand back around to the front. He undid my bra, setting my breasts free. He released my mouth, then kissed a slow scorching path down my neck and chest, finally fastening his hot lips around my nipple.

I moaned at the exquisite sensation, arching my back, giving him full access. He growled in return and I wanted to laugh out loud. This was incredible! He swirled his tongue—my nipple tightened into a hard knot, and my pussy contracted. He rocked his hips. I could almost imagine he was inside me. If not for the goddamn clothes between us, he would be. I wanted it. I wanted it now!

He fluttered his clever tongue, and thrust his hips faster. Christ! I was so beyond turned on, I was going to come, and I wanted him inside me when I did.

I reached between us and undid the snap of his jeans. I grazed my fingers over the tip of his smooth cock with one hand, while unzipping his pants with the other.

All of a sudden, he blocked my hands, and released my breast.

“Hails!” He gasped for breath.

And there it was. He was too good a guy to let this happen.

“What are we doing?” The anguish in his voice broke my determination to push him over the edge.

I made a disappointed, frustrated noise and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see the guilt on his handsome face. He sat up. I slid my leg out from behind him and pulled my shirt down, then struggled to refasten my bra. My fingers shook with latent need and embarrassment. I fought against the hot tears that threatened to cascade down my cheeks and make us both more miserable than we already were. I knew my tears would only double his guilt, so I tried not to let them fall.

I fumbled to put the key in the ignition. I wanted to get the hell out of there before he tried to talk to me. I only had a thin hold on the tidal wave of emotion that was threatening.

Calmly, he placed his hand over mine and helped me fit the key in. But to my horror, he didn’t let go of my hand. “Hails.”

“I’m fine,” I blurted, snatching my hand away.

I started the truck and tried to drive through the haze of stinging, shameful tears. It wasn’t even shame that we were both married people that I was feeling. It was deep disappointment that I hadn’t gotten what I’d wanted. My body still screamed for release. Maybe I’d feel the right kind of guilt tomorrow.

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Flashback Friday - Enjoy this naughty deleted scene from Xmas Spouse Swap #erotica #spouseswapping #HolidaySale

So for this week's Flashback Friday I'm sharing a controversial blast from the past. Enjoy this deleted scene from Xmas Spouse Swap. The following was deemed inappropriate by the powers that be. Can you guess why? But with a little tweaking most of this scene made it into the final. Personally, I never did think it was over the top. You decide...

ENJOY! 

Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level.

One tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap their husbands will never forget!

*** language, and sexual content ***

“Hey where are you two lovely ladies going?” Kyle called after them.

“We’re going to put our jammies on,” Iris replied, over her shoulder.

“I like the sound of that.” Kyle grinned.

“I’ll just bet you do,” Iris shot back.

“What’s not to like. Gorgeous twins, in lingerie. I mean, come on.”

“Who said anything about lingerie?”

“Well, a guy can dream, can’t he? Christmas miracles and all that. You’re the one who says anything can happen at Christmas.”

This time, Iris rolled her eyes.

“Crank up the tunes, Ky,” Siri said. “We won’t be long.”

“You see, why can’t Brett be more like Kyle?” Siri said, as soon as she closed the bedroom door.

“Aren’t you being a bit hard on him? You know sometimes, I’d like Kyle to be serious about something. Anything, actually.”

“Maybe if we combined them, we’d have a perfect man.” Siri rifled through her suitcase and quickly changed into a deep burgundy colored chemise that barely covered her ass or her breasts.

“Wow, am I gonna look plain next to you,” Iris said.

“Why, what did you bring?” Siri peered over.

“Shorts and tank top with candy canes and gingerbread men on them.”

Siri rolled her eyes and tossed a green nightie, in the same style, to her.

“I don’t know, Sear, I’m not sure I feel comfortable parading around in front of your husband…”

“Just say thank you and put it on, Eye.” Siri said through clenched teeth.

As Iris changed, she said, “Hmm, seems to me, Brett’s not the only one wound a little tight.”

“You’ve no idea,” Siri responded. “Are you ready?”

“Hand me your brush.” Iris combed her hair while Siri merely scrunched her long blonde tresses with her fingers.

“Here, don’t forget your hat.” Siri handed Iris the red one.

“Mine’s the green one, remember?” Iris corrected, with her hand out.

“Wait.” All of a sudden, Siri stilled.

“I’m having trouble keeping up with your mood swings here, Sear.”

“What if we…” Siri raked her lip with her teeth.

“Oh no. I know that look. What are you plotting and how is it going to get me in trouble.”

“No-no. It’ll be fun. I promise!”

“I’ve heard that before. Right before I got either grounded, earned detention, or got sent to the principal’s office. Oh and once landed us in the back of a cop car.”

“Oh stop. I meant well.” Siri grinned and Iris was relieved to see a genuine smile on her sister’s face. She’d been starting to get worried. Whatever she had planned, she’d probably go along with, just to keep her smiling.

“So?” Iris prompted.

Siri planted the green hat on her head. “Let’s switch.”

Iris’ excitement dimmed. “I… I don’t know, Sear.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!”

In her opinion, it was asking for trouble with a capital T.

“There’s no way, they’d fall for it, Siri, they know us too well.”

Her sister’s shoulders sagged and for a moment Iris was about to acquiesce.

“You’re probably right. Here take your silly green hat.” She headed for the door with the red one.

“Siri.”

Siri turned and held out her hand. The excitement in her eyes was gone. “Let’s dance and rub all up on our husbands. That was your suggestion, remember.” She opened the door and dragged Iris with her.

“Check it out!” Kyle cheered when he got an eye full of the two of them in their similar low-cut, shorty nighties, topped off with the Santa hats.

“How about a little holiday hoe-down, fellas?” Siri invited, seductively, doing a full body roll.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas!” Kyle bellowed and cranked the music.

Siri seemed to perk up at his exuberance.

“How about we give them a twin show, they won’t ever forget.” Siri pressed up against Iris’ back and she tempted them, with the most sensually fluid arm gestures, using her wrists and her fingers to beckon them closer. “We'll get them so hot and horny they won't know what to do with themselves."

Kyle all but floated over to them. “What have we here?” He placed one hand on Iris’ hip and his other on Siri’s and he began to move with them rhythmically.

Both women sidled up to Kyle. Greedily, he wrapped his arms around each of them.

“Fuck you Brett, my Christmas wish came true!” he called. “I got both Beaulieu sisters.”

For a few minutes, Brett sat in a chair across the room, with his snifter of Brandy and simply watched the girls dance provocatively with Kyle.

Iris couldn’t keep her gaze from straying to Brett. Yes, he was keeping close tabs on his wife and Kyle but Iris could also feel the heat and intensity of his gaze on her as well. It made her want to move more sensually, just for him.

“Your husband likes to watch,” Kyle said to Siri.

“Indeed he does,” Siri replied in a sultry voice.

For some reason the thought fascinated Iris.

Iris pried her attention away from Brett to look at Kyle. His eyes were heavy with arousal. He was definitely getting off on dancing with the two of them. Siri was feeding off him too.

Wickedly, Iris wanted Brett to take pleasure in them too.

“Come, Brett, join us.” Iris tried to imitate the same dramatic gestures with her arms as Siri had when calling Kyle over.

She was pleased when Brett set his glass down and made his way over.

To her delight, he didn’t immediately go to his wife, instead he placed his hands at Iris’ waist and moved with her.

Gradually, the guys moved in, practically sandwiching the twins between them. Iris and Siri ended up, back to back.

Yet soon, Kyle, who was still holding Siri, reached for Iris. Skimming with his hand, he followed the curve of her neck and shoulder and part way down her arm. He then detoured around front where he cupped her breast and fondled it. She was both mortified and turned on at the same time. Especially when Brett lowered his gaze and watched Kyle’s hand at work. Brett ever so slowly trailed his hand up her side and rested his palm at the side of her other breast. He caressed her side boob with his thumb. The soft gesture sent the most delicious tendrils of sensation straight to her pussy.

Iris had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her nipples hardened to aching points as Brett and Kyle double-teamed her. Yet she wanted more, much more. What would it be like to be touched by both men at the same time? She tried to resist the urge to fidget hoping to direct Brett’s hand where she craved it most.

Not to be outdone, Siri turned her back to Kyle, yet kept him close. Iris wondered if her sister could feel her husband’s erection nudging her ass. For there was no doubt that all four of them were equally aroused at their spontaneous play.

“Move your hip just a smidge, Eye,” Siri whispered.

The flutter of her warm breath on Iris’ neck, made her shudder, in the best possible way.

Shamelessly, Siri reached around Iris and palmed her husband’s cock through his trousers.

“Ohhh, aren’t you nice and hard!” Siri crooned.

Iris fisted her hands. Her fingers itched to touch him too, and find out for herself just how hard he truly was.

Iris peered up at Brett, wondering at his reaction.

But to her surprise, he wasn’t even looking at Siri, his focus was squarely on her.

Siri chuckled. Iris was sure the low devious sound went through them all. It certainly did her.

“Seems Kyle isn’t the only man who has a twin fetish.” Siri all but purred. She was enjoying this and not only in the physical sense. She was pushing Iris right out of her comfort zone and if she wasn’t mistaken, she was doing the same to Brett.

Just when she thought there was nothing left Siri could do to shock her, her sister proved her wrong. Siri lowered her head and kissed a slow path up Iris’ neck.

Iris was more than aware that she’d done it purely to excite the men, but in her highly aroused state, it did crazy things to her, too.

“Oh, god,” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to maintain eye contact with Brett. That connection in and of itself was stimulating her on a whole other level. Yet what she really wanted to do, was let her head fall back on Siri’s shoulder and let them all go at it.

A nerve in Brett’s jaw ticked rapidly.

All of a sudden there seemed to be a cacophony of heavy breathing assaulting her from all sides, along with an orgy of hands.

𝑶𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒅, 𝒚𝒆𝒔!

Hope you enjoyed the tease!

Was the kiss between sisters too much?

Yeah, I didn't think so either. Anyhoo,

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Enjoy A NØT Safe For Sunday Snippet from If You Can't Handle the Heat #erotic #romance

After unhooking the front clasp, he brushed the material aside, baring her pale breasts. Her nipples hardened under his rapt gaze. She arched her back, enticing him. With the lightest touch, he plucked the pebbled buds, dragging an angsty groan from her. His cock strained against his fly. 

“What do you want me to do, Syn?” he murmured. 

“Uhh, get it, Théo,” she begged, restlessly. 

He opened his hand and circled her nipple with his palm. The sensation shot straight through his hand and right to his cock. “Like this?” 

“No, God, Théo, use your mouth,” she cried. 

Skeptical of her sudden capitulation, Sesto cautiously bent his head and took the sweet bud between his lips. He fitted his mouth around her erect nipple and inhaled, deliberately causing a cool little windstorm. To his satisfaction, the delicious nub stiffened even more, and Syn rewarded him with another tempestuous cry. 

“Yeah...onhhh, Théo...yeah,” she whimpered. 

He teased her with his tongue, barely skimming the rosy peak. Syn rocked her hips. Christ, she was so responsive and demanding. He was beginning to wonder who was torturing whom? 

Tentatively, he slid his fingertip around the waistband of her yoga pants testing to see if she’d fight. Her stormy green eyes blazed with
arousal. She straightened her legs and allowed him to remove her tights. 

Hastily, Sesto yanked the snug material, managing to ease it past her hips. Once again, he was surprised to find undergarments. 

He framed her lace-covered cunt with his hands, purposely placing his thumb over her clit. She squirmed. “A fine time to where panties, Syn,” he mumbled. 

Maintaining eye contact, Sesto knelt before her, no longer nervous she’d clock him. Syn watched him intently, her mouth open slightly. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. 

So fucking sexy. 

Sesto leaned in and rubbed his unshaven chin against her inner thigh. She gasped and her flesh trembled. She hadn’t been joking, she liked the beard.

Hope you enjoyed this NØT Safe for Sunday Snippet from If You Can't Handle the Heat

The Blurb

An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new reality-based cooking show.

Sesto Théodore, is an arrogant yet well respected American-Italian chef, with several five-star restaurants.

Once bitten, twice shy, Syn Fully, is a jaded author of erotica, rocketing her way up all the best sellers lists.

From the moment Syn and Sesto meet, their personalities clash, yet behind the scenes sparks fly. Getting together would be a recipe for disaster, but hot sex with no-strings couldn't hurt. At least not until real feelings get involved.

But just when Syn considers opening her damaged heart to the cocky chef, video of rather personal content is leaked online. Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the privacy breach.

Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?

Somebody's about to get burned…

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#MasturbationMonday Week 32 The Full Sharon Stone

Week 32 Masturbation Monday

The Rules:

Write a steamy hot post about masturbation so hot, it’ll make your readers want to masturbate.

This Week's Prompt >>>

I read the notice as I took a piss in the University restroom. I shook my head as I zipped up. 

I turned from the urinal and made awkward eye contact with a student, washing his hands. He smirked as if he too had read the ridiculous warning. 

"Is that for real?"

He snorted and grinned. "Yep. Admin is all up in arms." 

The kid then seemed to notice my suit. He looked me up and down. "You kinda look like admin yourself." But his self-assured smirk stayed in place.

"Yeah, unfortunately."

"Ah, you here for that amalgamated university conference thing?"

I nodded and sighed. "Yes, I'm usually uptown at the board office." I could think of better ways to spend my day. Jerkin' off being one of them. 

The kid pulled his backpack up on his shoulder. "Well, good luck. Hope you don't get..." he paused dramatically and cocked his head towards the notice, ...bored." He left he washroom chortling. 

Bored? I'd be lucky if I stayed awake. 

I washed my hands and dried up. But before I left, I tore the bulletin off the wall and took it with me. I knew exactly who's idiotic edict this was. Just some other way to embarrass the university. Or more to the point, me. 

* * * *

I walked down the corridor towards the conference room, nodding and greeting my colleagues as I went, until I set eyes on the one person who might be able to help me. 

"Hey, Abby, great to see you." I smiled genuinely happy to see the statuesque brunette. She returned my grin and presented her smooth pale cheek for a kiss. 

"Hello, David. You look good. Why haven't you called? Too busy for play?" she asked coyly. Good old Abby, up for anything and that's what I was counting on. 

I looked over her shoulder in time to see the pretentious Shaw Jensen give Abby a slow deliberate once over. 

I turned my attention back to my energetic companion. "Sorry, love. I'll make it up to you."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say." She practically purred even running the toe of her classic pointed black pump up the back of my calf. 

"You up for some shenanigans on these uptights?"

She looked around the assembly then back at me. A gleam appeared in her hazel eyes. "You bet."

I looked down at her ample cleavage. "Maybe you could open up a couple more buttons there." I suggested admiring the expanse of skin already on display. 

Demurely, she did, unveiling more of that sweet mouthwatering plumpness. My cock twitched remembering the weight of them in my hands and how her nipples had hardened to points in my palms.

She looked up at me through her lashes, a small smile playing around her perfect mouth, like she knew exactly what I was thinking about. 

"What are you up to, David?"

"When was the last time Shaw asked you out?"

"At the last one of these mind-numbing things. Why?"

"I want you to tease the man unmercifully today, until he has the most painful boner he's ever had." 

She turned and angled herself in Shaw's direction, capturing his undivided attention immediately. He openly stared unable to hide his interest. 

Slowly, Abby raised her hand and ever so slightly skimmed her finely manicured fingertips over the swell of her right breast. Shaw's lips parted and I half expected him to start panting and drooling like the dog he was. 

Abby turned back to me. "Oh this is going to be fun. I'll be right back," she said and disappeared into the ladies room. 

I leaned back against the ornate wood wall outside the meeting room and waited for Abby. 

Shaw walked past me his nostril wrinkling in distaste. He was such a jackass. And I loved to antagonize him. It was probably why he tried his utmost to make my job a living hell. 

"Jensen." I greeted using only his surname, knowing he hated it.

"Dick," he drawled.

"It's David," I corrected.

"I know." He continued on into the conference room.

We had the same exchange at every meeting.

The corridor started to empty as the time drew near.

Just then Abby exited the washroom. This time my cock did more than twitch, it surged. She'd removed the stylish black camisole she'd worn beneath her immaculately tailored jacket. In it's place, she wore a black and cream bra or bustier, I wasn't sure and didn't care. Whichever it was it pushed her amazing boobs up and out. I could only stare. She'd buttoned the blazer, from just under her breasts down and pulled the lapels wide and to the side. So in essence, the jacket not only framed the luscious mounds but also held them up. 

With the exaggerated but sexy walk she put on, they jiggled in a way that in my small male mind, I hoped they'd just pop out. Shaw was gonna salivate. 

"Well, David. What do you think?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip. 

"Shaw's gonna lose it."

"And you?" She looked around and for the most part, finding us alone in the hall, she reached between us and palmed my cock. Her smile widened as she noted my hardness. I growled. "Just what I'd hoped," she said. "My job here is done."

"Not quite." I placed my hand at her waist and directed her to the doorway. 

She hesitated. "What do you want me to do? Sit next to him and tease him? Maybe more?"

I didn't want her that close to him. "No. How about across from him. Let him see those gorgeous puppies on display.

"Okey," she agreed and flounced into the boardroom, capturing every man's attention, and a couple of the ladies too. 

I took the chair next to Shaw. He bristled at my nearness but couldn't tear his gaze from Abby. 

She made a great show of leaning over the tabletop, giving us a full view, before sitting in the chair. Then she fidgeted as if trying to find a sweet spot. And all I could think was lucky fucking chair. 

Shaw's eyes near bugged out of his head. 

"Man she's got great tits," I said under my breath, but loud enough for Shaw to hear. I thought he'd at the very least call me vulgar but instead he exhaled through his nose so hard, he all but made an 'mmmm' sound. I had to turn my head or laugh out loud.

Repeating the same motion as she had in the hall, Abby slowly traced the curve of her ample breast as she pretended to concentrate on the meeting's agenda on the sheet in front of her. Shaw shifted in his seat.

The meeting was called to order and as Abby kept her attention on the speaker, she absently dipped the bauble on the end of her necklace in and out of her cleavage. 

Staring at Abby, Shaw cleared his throat. He then ran a palm down his thigh. She was getting to him.

Abby turned her head and looked at me. I smiled and gave her an imperceptible nod. 

This time, she picked up the pencil from the table and after wiggling it between her fingers, she trapping it between her teeth for a split second before removing it and licking her lips. She made a great show of tracing the full bottom one slowly with her pretty pointy tongue, before focusing her attention on Shaw. 

He was spellbound, watching her every move. He even sat forward in his seat, his chest practically resting on the edge of the table. I had visions of him crawling across it to get to her.

Abby gave him a small encouraging smile. Out of my peripheral, I saw him grin, more a leer than anything. She looked away, head down she fussed with something under the table. I thought perhaps she was looking at her cell phone.

I could tell Abby was having fun. She even pulled at her jacket as if she might be uncomfortable with the tight-fitting material. The readjust pulled her bustier further open and I could see the darker colour of the edge of her areola. 

Shaw's breath rushed from his lungs. 

Just then I got a text from Abby.  

Drop his pencil on the floor then back your chair out so he can retrieve it. 

Surreptitiously, I did as she asked. 

"Oops, sorry, dude," I said, as it fell.

He gave an exaggerated huff in exasperation, then ducked his head. He was under a good while before he slowly, stiffly straightened. His cheeks turned ruddy. He seemed in a daze. 

I texted back, What'd you do? I thought I knew, but I wanted her to say it. 

She sent back. While I was in the ladies room, I also removed my panties. 

So she'd flashed him under the table. A full Sharon Stone. The lucky fucker.


Minutes later my cell vibrated. I thumbed my screen to find Abby'd sent a video, captioned, just for you, lover. I double checked to make sure the sound was down before I clicked on it. I knew Abby well enough by now, that opening a video from her, in mixed company, could be dangerous.

The images had me straightening in my seat too. She must have taken this footage earlier, in the bathroom maybe. She sat, thighs parted, skirt up around her waist. As I remembered she was gloriously hairless. First she parted her pouty pussy lips, giving me a no holds barred view of her clit. It poked out slightly as she exposed it. I licked my lips but my mouth had suddenly gone dry. She gave the pretty pink bud a few soft taps before she began to round it with a finely manicured french tip. I paused the video. 

I took several deep breaths before I looked over at her. She stared back at me innocently. 

"Send that to him," I mouthed. 

She raised a perfectly sculpted brow at me then shrugged easily. 

Moments later, Shaw's phone vibrated on the table in front of us. 

He picked it up and watched.

All of a sudden, Shaw pushed his chair back and grunted an 'excuse me' before fleeing the room. 

I looked across the table and beamed at Abby. I gave her a wink then followed Shaw, more quietly, as to not disrupt the meeting, anymore than it already had been.

I headed for the men's room and silently opened the door. 

I had to bite my lip from laughing out loud when I heard the heavy breathing and the tell-tale hitch with every heavy exhalation as the easy dumb fuck, jerked off, in a public bathroom. 

As quiet as I could, I slipped into the stall next to his and I carefully stood on the toilet. Now I was closer, I could hear the soft audio that accompanied Abby's naughty sext. The familiar and titillating sounds as her excitement grew.

"Ahhh, god yeah," Shaw moaned softly, sounding shaky. He was close.

As soon as I heard him blow his load, I popped up and over the divider. 

Shocked, Shaw stared up at me, his cock still fisted—he dropped the cell phone in the toilet with a loud sploosh. 

I slapped the stupid notice onto the wall in front of his face. "I think you placed this in the wrong toilet, smartguy. Hope ya didn't get any of that nasty spunk on the precious floor, Shaw."

"Why you, bastard..."

I didn't wait around, I hightailed it outta there and wondered if my position at the board office had just been terminated. It was worth it.

I raced back to the door of the conference room and snagged Abby's attention with a wave. She excused herself and approached me, closing the door as she stepped out into the corridor. 

"How'd I do?" she grinned up at me.

"You were great."

"What's my reward?"

"Anything you want, baby, you've earned it. 

"Ohhh..." 

She grabbed my tie, and turned, placing it over her shoulder, she dragged me willingly down the hall. 

"Where we goin'?"

"My office. I'm collecting that reward right now."

"What about the meeting?"

"Screw 'em. I have tenure." 

"Excellent," I paused. "You don't have expensive floors in your office do you?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

Sorry y'all, I couldn't resist. Don't forget to head on over the Kayla's for this week's master list of Masturbation Monday participants. 

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