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I’d better go before Daddy comes…

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Lester took a breath and held it. What he had been dreaming about every night and day for the past ten years was about to happen. The girl ran fingers along the inside of the waistband of his underpants. Her eyes widened with interest, and she pulled the elastic out and stretched it over his erection, freeing it to lever almost completely vertical and swollen to the point it felt like it was going to explode.

“Oh my,” she cooed gaily, her smile flashing, her eyes like saucers as she glanced up then looked back at Lester’s penis.

She tilted her head to study it from the side. Her curls cascaded. He could feel her breath against the taut skin. She tilted her head the other way. Her curls rolled over to fall from her neck again. She leaned in closer and blew softly, starting at the base and causing a cool, sweet breath that caressed his length all the way to the blood-filled dome.

“Um… That um—that feels…” Lester couldn’t articulate.

The pretty farmer’s daughter just smiled up at him then soaked her washcloth and dabbed at his groin, lifting his testicles and gently cupping them with the wet fabric. She soaked the cloth again and wrung it out. Her eyes lit up as she looked at his penis purposefully.

“Hmm… Are you sure you’re not scared of my daddy?”

Lester shook his head urgently. “Nope. I’m not scared.” He had found his voice all of a sudden.

She laid the cloth over the palm of her hand then closed it around his penis, squeezing just a little against the flex, containing the surge of delight in the grip of her hand.

“Well, if you’re sure you want to, we could try something…”

“Something?” Lester croaked. His voice failing.

She nodded, biting that lip again. “If you sit down on the stool I could sit on your lap.” She had touched the button on her jean shorts. She popped it open. There was a zipper, and she tugged the pull tab.

Lester watched. He sat down on the stool and looked up to meet her eyes then looked back at what she was doing. His underpants were around his ankles. He kicked them away. She had lowered the zipper, and when she tugged her shorts down, there was only a trimmed patch of hair.

She stepped out of her shorts and straddled his thighs, taking hold of his shoulders and lowering herself to his lap. His penis came to rest against her belly at first. She pressed forward and kissed him, rolling her tummy, with her patch of hair prickly against his testicles and the heat from her sex kind of wet and interesting as it squished over the base of his erection.

“What about—” He was thinking of a condom, but she cut off his question with another kiss. She rolled her lower body, lifting slightly, and the moist heat from her sex slid up the underside of his penis until it kind of hugged the swollen glans. She then rolled her hips forward and captured him, that exquisitely interesting heat and wetness swallowing him up and making him want to thrust into it.

He looked down between their bodies and saw he was inside of her. She squirmed, grinding and making that moist wetness swirl around his penis. Her bra still clung to her nipples, but she tugged it down to reveal them. She then hugged his head and squished her breasts against his chest. That feeling alone was amazing, the feel of being inside of her completely foreign yet entirely natural.

Lester hugged her tight and let her grind and squish down onto him until he couldn’t hold back any longer and ejaculated, then he cuddled her until her body eventually tensed, and she held still, shuddering and moaning into his neck.

Her breathing settled after a few minutes. “I’d better go before Daddy comes.”

She pulled on her clothes. Lester dressed quickly too.

“Wait up in the loft. I’ll bring food, okay?”

Lester nodded. He was tingling all over. He was going to do anything she said right then……

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WITCH is a light horror, erotic bedtime story for grown-ups. It definitely needs the R-rating…. On special this week from  Amazon US  Amazon UK  Amazon AU

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Erotica with classic storytelling

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BOOK REVIEW: I’m just going to lead in with a word or two about Chapter 5: Lord Of Devil’s Night. Let’s make it two words: frigging awesome… Overall this is a varied line-up of creepy and erotic stories with a sometimes conversational tone that adds clever subtlety. Ratz in the Machine tells us to beware the nerdy nice guy, and has a surprising and quite brilliant shift from erotic to horrifying. The Hangin’ Tree, almost poetic, takes you down deep and has you wondering. The Bag Snatchers is freaky, imaginative, and nails the spirit of All Hallows Eve. Voices is the creepy, atmospheric one of the bunch, and A Grim Tribute is grim alright. It’s a seriously twisted tribute to a fairy tale that was little-kid-scary already. But getting back to Lord Of Devil’s Night… You know how it’s so great when you are right inside the characters head? Well perhaps you won’t want to be inside this particular guy’s head but you don’t have any choice. You’re pulled in and forced to experience a blend of eroticism and pain that is thematic metaphor on overload. And… well… good luck with that.

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BOOK REVIEW: This story has a lot going for it in a number of ways. Awesome detail and imaginative ideas create a tangible and believable fantasy world – believable enough to pull you out of the real world that is. The heroine and hero both rock. You’re on their side from the start (although they’re on opposite sides) and you’re right there with them when all seems lost at the end. The emotional journey here is expertly crafted. It’s simple and true – a wonderful exposé of the power of love, including the flavours of lust and physical pleasure. The overall idea is tantalising with a touch of humour – life in the Men’s Tent looks pretty good to me… way to be imprisoned:) This is a captivating tale with an ending that tops everything I’ve mentioned so far.

Hot scene: Nick & his wife

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“Smells good, sweetheart!” Nick announced as he opened the door and poked his head around, grinning cheekily. There was no Patricia to be seen. He craned his neck to peer around the corner into the kitchen. “So, where is my pretty baby?” he asked of the house, a teasing I’m-going-to-get-you edge to his voice.

She wasn’t in the kitchen. He sniffed the aroma coming from the baked chicken dinner on the stove. “Mmm—yummy.” He checked in the laundry room off the kitchen. She wasn’t in there either, and he figured maybe the bathroom. He crept back through the living room, hands at the ready to clutch his lovely, intensely ticklish young wife.

The bathroom was empty. He flung back the shower curtain ready to grab her, but no—not there. “Hmm. I wonder where my little sweetheart could be,” he said in mock confusion as he stalked toward their bedroom. The baby room door was open, and he glanced behind it, but she wasn’t in there. “I wonder where my pretty girl is hiding,” he went on as he caught a glimpse of her through the crack in the open bedroom door. She was hiding behind it, pressed back against the wall beside the wardrobe.

Nick stopped in the doorway and tossed his shirt at the cane clothes basket in the far corner of the room. “Hmm. I wonder where—” he started but suddenly lunged and grabbed his wife’s arm, pulling her to him and planting a kiss on her lips as they parted in shock. He crushed her to his body, kissing her deeply and passionately. Her hands were pressed against his shoulders, pushing him away. She was squealing and struggling, but he persisted until her squeals became moans and her fingernails eased from clawing his flesh.

Nick relented and lifted from her mouth. It hung open. Her eyes were wide with what looked like genuine surprise, almost fear. “Um—no—wait…” she started to say, but he kissed her again, cradling her head and leaning her back, her hands then clutching his shoulders for support and her fingernails digging in again.

Nick searched his wife’s sweet mouth with his tongue and cupped her breast, massaging and feeling for the nipple through her dress and bra. One of her soft little hands gripped his arm when he did that, but her protests were only ever about it being an inconvenient time or whatever. He undid one button then another, slipping his hand inside and under her bra, earning a kind of shriek then a warm, mellow moan as he deepened the kiss once more.

This was just one of their games. She would hide and pretend to resist. He would take her anyway. There was never any question when Nick wanted to make love to his wife. He was in charge in that department, and she always obliged his desire for her. He lifted her in his arms and dropped to the bed, still holding her. Her arms flopped aside as he knelt over her. There was a look of utter submission on her face. Her eyes were still wide, but the shock and fear had been replaced by a blank, dreamy light. Her lips were wet and reddened where he had smeared the light lipstick she usually put on before he came in for dinner. Her mouth was slightly open and very kissable.

Nick stood and ripped his belt open. “Dinner’s fine for a bit, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes just lowered as he tugged his jeans and shorts down, his erection springing free to lever, engorged and rigid. Her eyes widened and lifted to meet his again.

“Dress on or off?” he asked, grinning at her.

She said nothing. She just peered down at herself then looked up again.

“On, eh? Okay. We can do dress-on.”

He knelt and bent over the bed, moving her legs either side of his elbows. He lifted the skirt of her dress, along with her frilly apron, up over her belly. She had on cute blue underpants. He glanced up at her wide eyes, grinning cheekily, then he winked and bit her crotch through the thin fabric. He tasted her softly, drawing the lovely scent of her sex into his nostrils. He then peeled the elastic leg of her underwear aside and licked her, earning a squeal and a clutch of her nails in his hair as her body writhed and her legs attempted to close.

Nick stretched the fabric clear out of the way and kissed his woman’s opening deeply and tenderly, extending his tongue to taste her sweet warmth and pressing against her inner thigh as her legs parted quite deliberately. The fingers in his hair still gripped, but they also pulled him closer. Her body undulated, and her belly shuddered as he reached up her dress and grabbed a breast. He worked his hand beneath her bra to feel the soft globe bare. Her chest was shuddering too. She was half moaning, half whimpering. Nick sucked on her tender folds and massaged her engorged little button. She was pulling his hair and grinding her opening against his mouth. He kissed her bush and her belly, lifting from his knees and getting on top of her, and he kept her underpants stretched aside as he guided his penis, then he took her head in his hands and rolled his pelvis to surge up inside of her…..

From Wallflower Girl