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Alpha Erotic MFM/FF/MM Menage
Zoe discovers she can't take the vanilla out of the man. Darrell is 100% chocolate and no amount of cream dilutes his needs.
EXCERPT:
I feel something tickle me. I swipe a hand over my nose and it twitches.
Tickling. Soft.
Feather.
I come fully awake and jerk upright.
Immediately I take in that my wrists and ankles are bound. The soft tethers rattle against the posts of my bed.
My eyes snap open.
What. The. @uck.
I'm fatigued from my torturous work out. I scan the dim room and there's Zoe.
I try to feel fear that she's snuck into my condo with the @oddamned key I gave her.
But she looks so hot standing there that I can't—I forgive her immediately.
She's dressed in all red.
Like the devil.
She saunters toward me, hips swaying in a seductive stroll that makes the only part of my anatomy that's not tired come alive. Her long hair sweeps her waist as she moves.
My @ick rises like a Phoenix, ready to take flight. And there's the bulls-eye. Right between those sweet mocha thighs.
I can see her hot pink center. Her @ussy lips show through the sheer window of her panties, the slit fully visible.
"What the @uck, Zo?" I ask, hot and bothered.
Or bothered, and definitely hot. I'm still pissed though.
She jerks her chin to my bedroom door without answering. "Okay boys."
I yank against the restraints, they rattle but don't give. I glance down at my ankles and wrists. I'm cuffed tight. How did she manage to do that?
Note to self: no more exhaustive work outs. Look at how my girl came in here and managed my @ss.
Short story length.
Zoe brings it for Darrell but maybe he's not ready to embrace the lifestyle....
Zoe discovers she can't take the vanilla out of the man. Darrell is 100% chocolate and no amount of cream dilutes his needs.
EXCERPT:
I feel something tickle me. I swipe a hand over my nose and it twitches.
Tickling. Soft.
Feather.
I come fully awake and jerk upright.
Immediately I take in that my wrists and ankles are bound. The soft tethers rattle against the posts of my bed.
My eyes snap open.
What. The. @uck.
I'm fatigued from my torturous work out. I scan the dim room and there's Zoe.
I try to feel fear that she's snuck into my condo with the @oddamned key I gave her.
But she looks so hot standing there that I can't—I forgive her immediately.
She's dressed in all red.
Like the devil.
She saunters toward me, hips swaying in a seductive stroll that makes the only part of my anatomy that's not tired come alive. Her long hair sweeps her waist as she moves.
My @ick rises like a Phoenix, ready to take flight. And there's the bulls-eye. Right between those sweet mocha thighs.
I can see her hot pink center. Her @ussy lips show through the sheer window of her panties, the slit fully visible.
"What the @uck, Zo?" I ask, hot and bothered.
Or bothered, and definitely hot. I'm still pissed though.
She jerks her chin to my bedroom door without answering. "Okay boys."
I yank against the restraints, they rattle but don't give. I glance down at my ankles and wrists. I'm cuffed tight. How did she manage to do that?
Note to self: no more exhaustive work outs. Look at how my girl came in here and managed my @ss.
Short story length.
