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28.11.09

Do you have Wet Dreams and Fantasies?


Lisa Graham does. Plenty of them. And they all started with a visit to an erotic pub name Interlude where she met the sexy as sin Mark. Now, in Intermission, she meets his brother, Jake, who introduces her to yet morer sexual games.

Lisa Graham hugged to herself the memories of Interlude, the erotic pub that it seemed only appeared when it rained—and brought her unbelievable sex with the stranger, Mark. Scoping out Danny’s Pub, the bar that occupies the space when there’s no rain, she meets Jake, and falls into an erotic whirlpool that has a shocking surprise for her.

On the drive to her house, Jake fiddled with the radio until he found something soft and bluesy he liked then he eased one hand over to her thigh.
“If you distract me, I won’t be able to drive,” she warned him.
“Oh, I think you can multitask,” he told her. “You seem like a very smart lady to me.”
One hand slid beneath her skirt and she wished she didn’t have on pantyhose. His fingers caressed her inner thigh, soft as a feather, dancing on her skin in time to the music. His pinkie finger wiggled to her crotch, probing through the thin material of her pantyhose.
“Nice and wet,” he murmured. “I knew you would be. You have no idea the things we’re going to do together.”
Lisa didn’t know how she managed to get to her house without killing them, what with Jake probing her pussy and telling her what he wanted to do with her body. They were barely inside before he pressed her against the wall and took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue probing, demanding, locking with hers. His fingers threaded through her hair, holding her head in place as he licked her lips and nibbled on them, slanting his mouth this way and that to give himself a better angle.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting.
“I want you naked,” he said in a guttural voice. “Now.”
She managed to get her jacket off before he brushed her fingers aside and took over himself. Buttons popped as he ripped open her blouse, deft fingers unclipped her bra. No sooner were her breasts free than he pulled one nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue over and over again. His hand kneaded her other breast, squeezing and rubbing it, chafing one finger back and forth over a nipple.
Lisa moaned low in her throat, heat sizzling through her body from her breasts to her cunt and all points in between. Jake’s mouth was a hot caress on her hardened, aching nipples, pulling them with his lips, drawing them out until they were swollen and engorged.
She wriggled her hands down to unbutton and unzip her skirt, barely kicking it away before Jake grabbed her pantyhose and thong and ripped them away.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he whispered, dropping to his knees and trailing his mouth from the valley between her breasts to her mound. He hissed in a breath when his lips encountered naked skin.
“Do you like it like that?” she could barely get the words out. She’d shaved last night, hoping against hope that today it would rain and she’d find Interlude open again.
“I love it.” His words were muffled as he buried his mouth against her, his tongue following the line of her slit, lapping at her like a man dying of thirst.
He nudged her legs further apart, and she anchored her fingers in the thick silk of his hair for balance. His tongue was doing wonderful things to her, licking at the lips of her cunt, flicking the throbbing nub of her clit. His big hands gripped her thighs and his thumbs slid against her outer lips.
Then his tongue was inside her, fucking her, while his thumbs moved up to tease and torment her clit. Her lips moved as much as he allowed and she rode the stiff surface of his tongue. In and out it slid, in time to the movement of his thumbs on her clit. Faster and faster he moved, until the orgasm burst from her, shaking her so hard she would have fallen except for her grip on Jake’s hair.
His tongue never stopped until the last tremor had pulsed through her body and she pressed limply against the wall.
Jake rose to his feet, her juices glistening on his skin, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He kissed her, giving her an intimate taste of herself.
“One of us is overdressed,” he said, nuzzling her neck. Then he lifted her in his arms. “Which way’s your bedroom?”

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2 comments:

Missy said...

I've had many so called "wet dreams" where I was so aroused by what I was dreaming I woke just ready to "blow"...LOL It's great, and it's wonderful ammo for the books I write! As for fantasies, I have them but I feel like they are more forced than something natural - know what I mean?

Love your books - they are HOT!

Bella said...

OMG, Desiree, that is FANTASTIC!!! I guess I'm kinda repressed, because I depend on stories like yours to fill my imagination ;-)

Thank you for the excerpt ... off to buy.

Happy Sunday, all!