Dungeon Crawl #6

Welcome to the sixth week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

Jeremy, with his dark, cropped hair, expressive blue eyes, sinfully plump lips and … Fuck, he even had beautiful hands. Long, graceful-looking fingers that she suspected had just been playing with her pussy. So they probably smelled of her. Words just couldn’t describe how sexy he was. And she hadn’t even seen any of his body yet. It was clear that he looked after himself, but he wasn’t as big as Ethan in the muscle department. Regardless of that, she’d probably still turn into a puddle of mush at his feet when she saw him naked for the first time.

Then there was Ethan, who certainly didn’t play second fiddle to his friend in the looks department. He was attractive in a completely different way. His height and muscular frame would immediately draw the eye of any straight woman in a room. Even if her husband was Brad Pitt or George Clooney. But where Jeremy was handsome in a brooding and traditional sense, Ethan was much more approachable. His chin-length brown hair, green eyes, and smile to die for would have the ladies queuing up to talk to him, especially when he flashed his dimples. But he could also give off vibes designed to keep everyone away – particularly when he looked all intense. Dependent on the reason for the intensity, of course. He’d looked pretty full on when they’d been together earlier, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so hot for a man.

Until now, of course. She was super-hot for both of them. Two fucking men, for God’s sake! Two intelligent, gorgeous, sexy men.

Suddenly, Alice was worried. They hadn’t even started playing their kinky games for real yet, and she was already shocked by the strength of her need. If they carried on like this, those feelings would grow stronger and maybe mutate into something emotional, as well as sexual. And that would never do.

There was no way she could afford to fall in love with one of them. That would cost her much more than her career. It would cost her heart.

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Dungeon Crawl #5

Welcome to the fifth week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

The hand between her legs began to move again, and she held in a sigh of relief. Maybe she was going to be allowed to come. But it’d take a while if those fingers kept moving at such a maddeningly slow pace. She’d have to do something to speed things up. So she decided to utilise her most powerful sexual organ – her brain.

She closed her eyes, which immediately helped her focus on the sensations in her groin. Then she cast her mind back to what had happened with Ethan. She recalled how he looked – his trousers and underwear around his ankles; his face a picture of concentration and intensity. Then she remembered the way he’d made her feel. When he kissed her, lifted her onto the work surface, touched her pussy. Fucked her pussy …

This time, the moan was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Her eyes opened wide, and even without being able to see the facial expressions of either man, she knew she was in trouble. The hand between her legs was snatched away, and she heard tutting.

‘Really, Alice. You were doing so well too. I was going to let you come in about a minute, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.’ There wasn’t a hint of humour in Jeremy’s voice, and Alice screwed her face up in frustration, but only because she knew they couldn’t see it. ‘Stand up, please, Alice.’

Slowly she straightened up and felt a smirk tug at the corner of her lips as gravity pulled her skirt back down, covering her up. No more exhibitionism for her. She twisted her mouth into a neutral position as a hand grabbed her wrist and moved her so she was facing back into the room – and towards the two men.

The smirk threatened to re-emerge as she noticed Ethan shift uncomfortably and press a hand over his crotch. He clearly had a hard-on – for the second time that day, that she knew of – pressing against the inside of his clothes. Using her peripheral vision, she sneaked a peek at Jeremy’s crotch area. He either had an unusually large cock – she guessed she’d find out soon enough – or he too, had an erection.

Alice could scarcely believe it. She, Miss Plain Jane, had two super-hot men standing in front of her with stiff dicks. They both wanted her. She resisted the temptation to pull all her clothes off and sprawl on the floor like some kind of wanton woman and beg them to fuck her. Both of them. At once, if they liked.

God, how she’d changed in such a short time. She’d gone from someone so un-sexual – if that was even a word – that she hardly ever masturbated, to a person who was almost a nymphomaniac. She blamed Jeremy and Ethan.

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