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New Release! Babes in Bondage (Vegas Babes #5) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #kink #bdsm #bondage

Babes In BondageBlurb

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue.  With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes.  A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick… If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

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Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/4255-babes-in-bondage-vegas-babes-book-5/

Amazon US –  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZNSS576

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZNSS576

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X-rated Excerpt – Barely Kinky

“Oof!” Intent on his mobile, he’d run straight into a woman hurrying in the other direction. “Oh! I’m sorry!” he stammered, looking up at the tall figure in front of him. “I should have been watching—Rosa!”

The elegant creature blocking his way gave him a warm smile. “Hello, hombre! I am surprised to see you here.” She gestured at the outrageous costumes and toy booths with a graceful hand. “This doesn’t seem like your sort of scene.” In a black latex mini-skirt and red satin bustier, Rosa herself looked perfectly at home among the Fair’s attendees. Her tightly-laced top emphasized the deep valley between her breasts. The scarlet fabric gleamed against her dusky skin, barely concealing her nipples. Her shapely legs looked a yard long.

Ted’s cock thickened inside his work trousers. Rosa never failed to have that effect on him, no matter how hard he tried to resist his attraction to the gorgeous she-male.

“Um—I’m meeting Annie,” he began, well-aware that Rosa had noted the bulge growing in his crotch. “Ah—what about you?”

Rosa gave a throaty laugh. “I’m working,” she said. “Peaches suggested I might find some new ideas for our dancers—costumes, props, that sort of thing.” She ran her hands over her own curves in a deliberately lascivious way.

Ted stifled a groan as his swollen dick strained against his zipper. He wondered if he could slip away to the men’s for a quick wank.

“I’m having a lot fun, though,” the stripper continued. “I like a good spanking as much as the next girl. Speaking of which, they’re just starting a new demo. Come on!”

Without waiting for Ted’s reply, Rosa grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stage. Since that had been his destination anyway, he didn’t resist.

He smashed into her well-padded body again when she stopped short and pointed to the figure on the platform. “Madre de Dios! That’s Ms. Giulia!”

Sure enough, Ted recognized the middle-aged woman on stage as the manager of The Fox’s Den. Based on her interactions with the staff she supervised, Ted had concluded she was rather strict and bossy. Now, however, she was clearly in submissive mode, a dreamy expression on her strong Italian features as the dominant wrapped her in artistic layers of rope. Though her fleshy thighs and muscular calves were concealed by her fitted pants, on top she wore only a black bra. Even from a distance, Ted couldn’t help noticing the rigid points of her nipples distorting that thin garment.

His cock was like granite. He didn’t think he could get any harder. Another minute and he’d explode in his pants.

Then he gasped, as Rosa dragged her fingertips along the line of his fly. “She is quite sexy, no? Especially for a woman her age.”

“Rosa, don’t!” He tried without success to bat her hand away.

“She makes you hot, hombre. Hot and hard.” To his horror, the lithe dancer sank into a crouch and tugged at his zipper.

“No! Stop!” he hissed. He whipped his head around, frantically seeking a glimpse of his wife’s ginger curls, as if Annie could save him from this predatory beauty.

“Or is it me?” Rosa teased, managing to free his engorged dick. Her tongue flicked out, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. “Am I the reason you’re so excited?”

“Please, don’t…oooh!”  Ted’s protests faded as Rosa’s warm mouth engulfed his rigid penis. She slithered her tongue along his shaft, making him squirm, then turned on the suction and pulled him deeper.

God, that felt — hell, he didn’t have the words to describe it. Any thought of resistance vanished. He jerked his hips, driving his rod down her throat. Unfazed, Rosa swallowed and sucked harder. The sensation of her muscles working around his cockhead nearly pushed him over the edge. Before he could explode, though, she backed off, making a tight ring of her lips and sliding them over his taut flesh. She planted a kiss on the drooling tip.  Then she plunged down once more, taking him to the very root.

Ted’s balls tightened inside his briefs. He was a hair’s breadth away from shooting his wad. He wove his fingers into Rosa’s curly black hair. Taking control of the action, he fucked her eager mouth, each stroke dragging him closer to the point of no return. The Latin tart egged him on, with wicked little licks and nips.

In, out, in, out — his aching cock, bathed in her heat and wetness, was his only reality. He had a dim awareness of applause, which reminded him, briefly, that this blow job was essentially public. Rosa grazed his shaft with her teeth and he immediately forgot.

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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Sin City Sweethearts (Vegas Babes #3) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #lesbian #erotica #BDSM

Sin City SweetheartsBlurb

Like many newlyweds, Annie and Ted work hard, economize, live in a too-small apartment, and make passionate love whenever possible. They’re just a bit more open-minded and inclusive about sex than most couples—they met at The Fox’s Den strip club and bonded during an orgy. They’re delighted when fraternal twins Marcella and Madeleine McNabb move into the apartment downstairs. The innocent eighteen year old beauties have come to Las Vegas for university and to escape their overprotective family. Annie and Ted figure it’s practically their duty to educate the sisters about the real Sin City.

Marcie and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, with voracious carnal appetites. Before long they’re intimately involved not only with their upstairs neighbors, but also their hippie landlord and landlady, Maddy’s hunky coach, Marcie’s dominant department head, a handful of their classmates, a bevy of strippers from the Den and the infamous Foxy and Larry themselves. Then the four McNabb brothers come to town, threatening to drag the twins back to Ely, and things get truly wild.

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Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MQVSWCH

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07MQVSWCH

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X-rated Excerpt Romantic

Ted slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her ripe body to his, and buried his face in her hair.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “You smell amazing, baby.”

“Yuck. I feel like I need an hour-long shower. I’m soaked.”

“Just the way I like you, Annie-belle.” He rubbed his aching dick against her bare midriff, then squirmed his hand into her waistband to stroke her damp skin. The tight shorts made it difficult to maneuver, but he managed to worm his way down to the top edge of her bush.

She gasped when he brushed a finger tip over the springy curls. He took advantage of her open mouth to thrust his tongue inside. Far from resisting, Annie sealed her eager mouth to his, sucking hungrily as if his tongue were his cock.

The notion made him harder still. He had to get these damn shorts off her before he exploded. “Turn around, baby,” he urged, releasing her long enough for her to comply.

Supporting her weight on the couch back, she arched her back to present her glorious ass.  Ted almost lost it right there. Struggling for control, he peeled her sweaty shorts down to bare those magic globes. The garment got stuck halfway down her thighs.

“Damn!”

Annie tried to spread her legs, with little success. “Never mind—just fuck me!” She reached behind her, grabbed her rear cheeks and held them open, showing off her glistening, rose-colored cleft. Pussy juice dripped onto her fingers. “Come on!” she moaned. “I want your cock.”

He didn’t need a second invitation. He yanked the elastic on his shorts down below his balls to release his swollen dick and rammed it into her drenched pussy.

“Ahh!” His rough entrance forced a yelp from her throat. He pulled back, thinking to give her some relief, but she clenched her inner muscles around his shaft in an attempt to keep him inside her. He obliged, reversing his retreat, driving his rampant cock as deep as it would go.

“Oooh!” she wailed.

“You okay?” he asked, gritting his teeth against the sensations boiling in his balls. He wanted so much to come, to empty his jizz into the snatch that gripped him like a velvet glove. But his Annie deserved a climax, too.

She didn’t answer in words, but the way she writhed on his pole told him what he needed to know. Each time he thrust, she rolled her hips backward, trying for even deeper penetration. Her firm, full buttocks mashed against his groin. Wet heat engulfed him. Her musky scent rose around them, mingling with the tang of his own sweat. He hammered her cunt hard, again and again, giving his lover what he knew she wanted.

His hands were on her waist, holding her steady as he drilled into her. The half-discarded shorts turned her thighs into a delicious straitjacket, slick skin pressing against his shaft on each backward stroke. The tightness was sweet agony, almost too intense, but it also helped him to hold off coming. Still, he didn’t think he could last much longer.

Leaning forward, across Annie’s back, he licked at her earlobe. “Come for me, baby,” he murmured. “Come all over my fat cock.”

She moaned and bucked against him. Probably she needed his fingers on her clit, but with her thighs forced together, that was close to impossible.

Desperate, a breath away from shooting, he reached around to cup her breasts. He palmed the sweet mounds of flesh—the perfect size for his big hands—and squeezed both nipples, mimicking what he would have done with her clit.

“Fuck!” she yelled, clamping down on his dick like a vise. Her body shuddered as climax took her.

New wetness flooded her snatch. He let go, grinding his bursting cock against her cervix. Annie released a choked cry and shuddered again, a second orgasm sweeping through her. Cum erupted from his cock in huge spurts. He pulled out to paint white loops across her naked butt, the way she’d said she liked. His lusty bride moaned and jerked as the cum met her skin, tumbling into yet another climax.

Exhausted at last, Annie collapsed face down on the sofa. Ted crumpled to his knees, his body draped across her back. Gradually their breathing returned to normal.

Annie recovered first. “Wow!” she murmured, struggling against his weight to roll over. Ted moved quickly to give her the space she needed. She lay back on the sofa, arms spread wide, juice and jizz still dripping from her exposed pussy, and gave him a beatific smile. “Thank you! That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Ted agreed. “Totally amazing.” He sprawled on the floor, propped up against the couch, his limp cock dangling outside his shorts. “I love being married to you.” She was so adorable. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to fuck her again. He glanced down at his belly, smeared with some of the cum he’d spurted onto her ass. “Maybe we do need a shower, though.”

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.