NAKED Massage Revisited by Kendall Swan

NAKED Massage Revisited by Kendall Swan

Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan

Cover Art © 2010 by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

NAKED Massage Revisited

Cicily's lean body lay poised on the cream colored portable massage table in her living room. Tony had neglected to leave a towel out for her to cover with. Or perhaps he had. And she simply ignored it.

"Whoa, Mrs. B? You forgot your towel," Tony said holding up the towel he had, in fact, left for Cicily.

"No. I didn't," was all she said.

Cicily lay face down on the table, but she heard no sound of movement. She imagined Tony was deciding his next move.

Cicily struggled to appear calm and in control while she waited for Tony to respond. She had never cheated before. And she certainly had never been this forward before. Not having to face Tony made it much easier to bear.

Thinking about Tony's hands and beautiful, youthful energy had been Cicily's refuge during this recent maelstrom in her marriage.

Tony enjoyed life and was very good at his job. He was light. Simple. A soothing corner in her mind as well as her living room.

****

This was not Tony's first proposition. His cock twitched automatically at the implied offer. He'd been eyeing Mrs. B's taut body every week for months. But he figured she wouldn't be willing to break her vows for him. At least, that was the impression he got. Until now.

Tony had flirted with her harmlessly, not pushing anything but his hands and elbows into her. She was his best paying client. As well as Tony knew almost every inch of her body, and was dying to experience that last bit, he wasn't sure if he should jeopardize such a free flowing stream of money.

But if he didn't, she might drop him anyway. The more seconds that ticked by while Tony's brain pondered which action to take, the more his cock became rock hard.

His body made the decision for him as he was propelled forward towards Mrs. B's naked, waiting body.

He slicked oil all around his hands and rubbed them together to create warm friction. The coconut and chamomile scent wafted and coated the air in Mrs. B's expertly decorated living room and foyer. They had experimented with a variety of scents over the months. Each combination created a different vibe. This was the one she kept coming back to again and again.

It helped relax her, he could tell. Maybe she had a memory associated with it, Tony thought.

When his hands were ready, he clicked the ipod stereo on and turned to face Mrs. B's back and backside.

"Let's get started," was all he said.

****

Cicily felt the tips of Tony's fingers graze her skin like a silk scarf. Goose bumps formed and fell away over and over as his hands danced their way across the whole of her body.

His touch pressured her tissue. Pushing. Pulling. Kneading his way deep inside. Back and forth he rubbed.

On a normal day, Cicily would lose herself in his hands. Her world would transform in her mind from the glitteringly hollow mansion she was trapped in to a soft and warm cave lit by cozy firelight. She would go in and out of consciousness, her mind drifting away in gauzy waves.

This was not a normal day. Nothing would be normal anymore. Her husband had failed her, leaving her alone and fraught to fend for herself. The sadness chained her in the present. No drifting today.

Cicily's back muscles loosened until slack. Tony's hands moved lower toward her ass. And massaged.

The tension Tony worked so hard to get out returned immediately. Excitement and fear circled in Cicily's belly. The incredulousness she felt for herself and this crazy woman she had clearly become wreaked havoc on her calm.

Tony must have sensed her change because he kept massaging her ass. He did not venture further.

Cicily was sure her little, puckered, Brazilian-waxed rosebud was winking at him as he worked her. Normally, she would be covered by Tony's towel. Not today.

Imagining Tony appreciating her body, wanting her, loosened Cicily's tension. She once again concentrated on his hands on her body. The realization that he would soon be not just on her, but in her, shot heat and energy to her cunt.

Sweet anticipation coated Cicily's pussy lips, waiting for the first touch of Tony's magical hands.

She did not have to wait long.

The first graze started at her tailbone and moved south between the smooth curves of her cheeks, tickling her anus but not lingering.

Her skin covering her entire body enlivened with the first touch of his finger at the bottom of her entrance. There, he did linger. Pausing, teasing.

Distantly, Cicily heard a moan slip out of her mouth. Tony muffled a chuckle and retired his teasing.

Instead of gentle wisps of fingertips, leaving Cicily braced and hungry for more, she felt sweet invasion. His finger swooping inside and up and down her slick slit.

His other hand rubbed her back gently, occasionally running along the sides of Cicily's breasts, calling forth even more sexual desire to her pussy.

Cicily lay motionless, feeding on her purchase. Tony's fingers graduated from tickling to pumping. She clenched his fingers, her only movement. His hand turned and plunged back and forth, his thumb hunting below for her nub. Finding it, Cicily moaned.

The shadow of shame she felt for sinking to her husband's level moved quietly outside of her attention. It was replaced with gnawing need. This beautiful boy was going to ravish her, was going to know her in a way she had not felt from a different man in over a decade.

Sexual need screamed out of her every pore. Cicily needed Tony's cock. Had to have it. She pushed her body up to signal her impatience.

****

Pre-cum trickled along the length of Tony's cock. He wanted to fuck Mrs. B as hard as possible. He wanted her lean body that he knew she spent hours sculpting in the gym.

She climbed off the table. Instead of leading him to her bedroom, she slid onto the floor right there and spread her legs for him. The image of her pussy was mouthwatering. On any other occasion, he would taste her--prime her pump even more. Today, there was no way he could ignore the call of his cock.

In a flash, Tony was on top of her, guiding himself inside her pussy, matching her intense stare with his own. He moved slowly at first, as if dancing with her. Her body wriggled and tensed.

Their gaze held for moments before she abruptly shut her eyes. Mrs. B's back arched and Tony felt her sweet cunt squeeze and undulate around his cock in ecstasy.

Tony's hips charged into Mrs. B's with fierce lust. He pushed up and cupped her luscious breast, real and tan. Her rose colored nipple emerged to its point.

He sucked it hard while pounding her. He pulled his head up, her nipple caught purposely in his teeth. Mrs. B gave a loud moan that morphed into the word 'please'. He let it go and worked on her other nipple. She begged again, drawing out seemingly unlimited manly lust from Tony.

He surprised even himself with his unending pounding. Slippery math floated in his head. A week. It had been a week.

He had never gone this long. And the one time he does, his favorite client beckons with her exquisite body and desperate need. What are the odds, Tony thought.

Mrs. B's breasts jiggled up and down with each stroke. Their hips crashed again and again as she pulled him deeper inside her womb.

Pain seared his back as his skin ripped under her nails. Her moans grew to shrieks, echoing up to the thirty foot high, intricately carved ceiling.

He loved Mrs. B's house. He loved her body. He loved her pussy. He loved everything as he exploded, hot and sticky deep within her melting cunt.

His pounding slowed. Tension floated out of his body as the orgasm subsided. Tony pushed up, grinning at Mrs. B. She smiled sweetly and cupped his face in her hands.

Her face went through a myriad of emotions ranging from gratitude to embarrassment. Her mouth opened, closed again. Finally, she pulled him in for a kiss. Her soft, plush lips landed on his and her tongue pushed into his mouth urgently.

Tony enjoyed the kiss. He kept it going, unsure of how long Mrs. B wanted to keep this up. Her tongue retreated and her head lay back on the floor.

Alarm snapped Tony's attention away from their physical union as he caught sight of his watch. His next appointment was across town. He flashed his best charming smile and gave Mrs. B a quick peck on the lips.

"Not to hurry this along, but I need to be heading out. I didn't know we were… I'll schedule it different next time?" Tony's voice floated up on the last words, positing the question for Mrs. B.

He utterly hoped she would say yes. She had hungrily hugged his cock and took a beating throughout. It was some of the best sex he'd ever had.

"Yes, next week. Same time," she answered.

He pulled out gingerly and hopped up youthfully. He ventured to the guest bath and cleaned up before returning to the living room.

He dressed, packed his table and oils away, and went to hug Mrs. B.

"Tony, there's no need for that. Here's for today," Mrs. B said as she stood naked holding crisp bills in her outstretched hand.

"Whoa, thanks, Mrs. B. My pleasure," Tony said as he went in for the hug anyway.

See you Thursday."

Mrs. B turned and walked down the mile long hallway to the master bedroom beyond. Tony shrugged and congratulated himself on another satisfied client.

NAKED Massage Revisited

By Kendall Swan

Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan

Cover Art © 2010 by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

RomWords@gmail.com

All rights reserved.

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

NAKED Series Titles:
--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Parent Teacher Conference by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan
--**NEW**NAKED Hairdresser by Kendall Swan

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey
and

Highway Fuck by Trixie Tale

Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

NAKED Massage by Kendall Swan

NAKED Massage by Kendall Swan

Copyright © 2010

Cicily's lean body lay poised on the cream colored portable massage table in her living room. Tony had neglected to leave a towel out for her to cover with. Or perhaps he had. And she simply ignored it.

"Whoa, Mrs. B? You forgot your towel," Tony said holding up the towel he had, in fact, left for Cicily.

"No. I didn't," was all she said.

Cicily lay face down on the table, but she heard no sound of movement. She imagined Tony was deciding his next move.


This was not Tony's first proposition. His cock twitched automatically at the implied offer. Hell, this was why he went to massage school. Mrs. B was hot and all but she was also his best paying client. He wasn't sure if he should jeopardize that.

But if he didn't, she might drop him anyway. The more seconds that ticked by while Tony's brain pondered which action to take, the more his cock was becoming rock hard.

His body made the decision for him as he was propelled forward towards Mrs. B's naked, waiting body.

He slicked oil all around his hands and rubbed them together to create warm friction.

"Let's get started," was all he said.


Cicily felt the tips of his fingers graze her skin like a silk scarf. Goose bumps formed and fell away as his hands danced their way across the whole of her body.

His touch pressured her body. Pushing. Pulling. Kneading his way deep inside. Back and forth he rubbed.

Cicily's back muscles loosened until slack. Tony's hands moved lower toward her ass. And massaged.

Sweet anticipation coated Cicily's pussy lips. Waiting for the first touch of Tony's magical hands.

She did not have to wait long.

The first graze started at her tailbone and moved south between the smooth curves of her cheeks, tickling her anus but not lingering.

Her skin covering her entire body was enlivened with the first touch of his finger at the bottom of her entrance. There, he did linger. Swooping his finger up and down her slick slit.

His other hand rubbed her back gently, occasionally grazing the sides of Cicily's breast, calling forth even more sexual desire to her pussy.

Cicily lay motionless, feeding on her purchase. Tony's fingers graduated from tickling to pumping. She clenched his fingers, her only movement. His hand turned and plunged back and forth, his thumb hunting below for her nub. Finding it, Cicily moaned.

Sexual need screamed out of her every pore. Cicily needed Tony's cock. Had to have it. She pushed her body up to signal her impatience.


Pre-cum trickled along the length of Tony's cock. He wanted to fuck Mrs. B as hard as possible. He wanted her lean body that he knew she spent hours sculpting in the gym.

She climbed off the table. Instead of leading him to her bedroom, she slid onto the floor right there and spread her legs for him.

In a flash, Tony was on top of her, guiding his cock inside her pussy, matching her intense stare with his own.

Their gaze held for moments before she abruptly shut her eyes. Tony's hips charged into Mrs. B's with fierce lust. He pushed up and cupped her luscious breast, real and tan. Her rose colored nipple emerged to point to the ceiling.

Tony surprised even himself with his unending pounding. Slippery math floated in his head. A week. It had been a week.

Mrs. B's breasts jiggled up and down with each stroke. Their hips crashed again and again as she pulled him deeper inside her womb.

Pain seared his back as his skin ripped. Her moans grew to shrieks.

He loved Mrs. B's house. He loved her body. He loved her pussy. He loved everything as he exploded, hot and sticky deep within her.

Tension floated out as the orgasm subsided. Tony pushed up, grinning at Mrs. B. He pulled out and hopped up youthfully. He ventured to the guest bath and cleaned up before returning to the living room.

He dressed, packed his table and oils away, and went to hug Mrs. B.

"Tony, there's no need for that. Here's for today," Mrs. B said as she stood naked holding crisp bills in her outstretched hand.

"Whoa, thanks, Mrs. B. My pleasure," Tony said as he picked up his gear and headed for the door.

"Oh, and Tony? There will be more next time if you focus more on me."

Realization followed by embarrassment filled Tony up.

"Uh…" he stammered.

"It's okay this time. Think about it for next week. See you Thursday."

Mrs. B turned and walked down the mile long hallway to the master bedroom beyond. Tony shrugged and congratulated himself on another satisfied client.

[The End]

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

NAKED Series Titles:
--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Parent Teacher Conference by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan
--**NEW**NAKED Hairdresser by Kendall Swan

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

Introduction by Kendall Swan

Introduction by Kendall Swan

Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan

Her blood vaporized unexpectedly. Jane didn't know her body could even have such visceral reactions upon meeting someone. Or at least, it never had before.

Crawford's gaze had penetrated through her soul and back again to eviscerate every shed of her will down to her very bones.

She lay in bed, unable to calm her body--nervous energy usually robbed her of sleep during the first week of a new position. However, this electricity flowing through her muscles to the tips of her fingers, centering in and around her womb and clit, hijacking her brain with extraordinarily inappropriate images of her new boss over her and in her, this electricity short circuited her need for sleep and charged her body with yearning.

After tossing and turning, Jane gave in. Orgasms always seemed to make men sleep soundly. Maybe the same thing would give Jane a much needed release.

Jane's inexperienced hand ventured between her legs to answer her body's desire. The images of Crawford's red tip entering her folds mesmerized Jane as her fingers dipped inside herself.

She brought her fingers out and slicked her clit lightly and repeatedly.

His gaze would continue to go through her, around her, over her. Her mind lived up to the notion of being the strongest sex organ as his hands cupping, squeezing her breasts sent her body up multiple levels of pleasure that increased in intensity with each imagined touch.

Jane brought her other hand to aid in her release. Fingers danced across her delicate nub and plunged into her pussy.

Her tempo and temperature increased; her body's cry for relief was deafening now.

Crawford's imagined expression of ecstasy played on Jane's mental screen sending her tensing body up into the unchartered territory of unrelenting orgasm.

Her body bucked, her mind lost to the overwhelming sensations. The sweetness sizzled throughout her body over and over.

The inevitable decrescendo took over, landing Jane safely in her bed.

Jane lay spent. And finally sleep crept in.

[The End]

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

NAKED Series Titles:
--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Parent Teacher Conference by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan
--**NEW**NAKED Hairdresser by Kendall Swan

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

Sick Day by Trixie Tale

Sick Day by Trixie Tale

Copyright © 2010 by Trixie Tale

Johnny slept in fits and starts as his body vacillated between fire and ice. It was bad enough that his body didn't even feel like his own. He was bigger. And he had hair in all the right spots. That was cool. The acne sucked and he was becoming quite the poon hound lately. He couldn't think of anything except girls. Girls, girls, girls.

Giving up on sleep despite his body being dead tired, Johnny went downstairs to take his temperature. He must have just missed his mom leaving for her early shift. Her car was absent from the driveway.

He ran the scanner across his forehead and tasted the bittersweet validation when it read 103. At least there was no mystery surrounding this particular shit feeling. Johnny grabbed some medicine, a glass of water, and headed back upstairs to attempt to sleep.

Great. Makeup tests. Makeup homework. It all sucked. Getting behind sucked. Being sick sucked.

Johnny woke and noticed he was able to sleep for a few hours. He eased upright, testing his head's willingness to not pound. There was only a mild ache this time around.

Movement caught the corner of Johnny's eye. He looked out the window and saw down into his neighbor's backyard. He liked what he saw. His neighbor's hot, new wife was taking a dip in the pool--naked.

Immediately Johnny's cock was at attention. He stared down transfixed as she swam casual laps across the pool. Her tan and shapely ass faced Johnny, beckoning to him. Johnny stroked his cock. Despite the dull ache in his head and body he could see with pristine clarity the image forming in his mind.

That gorgeous ass staring up at him, her two holes begging to be filled. Glistening pussy lips and a puckery rosebud. He would have to bend down slightly and hold his cock with one hand to guide it in while gripping her hip with the other. He would be almost too big for her and she might cry out in pain softly as he pushed his hard on inside her tight pussy.

Then he would begin slow movements with his hips and hers, using his hands to move her ass to the rhythm of his choosing. Her rosebud would tease him as he would dare to edge out more with each stroke, fearful of his entire length being pushed out by her tightness.

Johnny opened his eyes briefly to see the reality of her naked body and was treated to the vision of her front. She had switched to backstrokes and steadily moved back and forth in the pool as her beautiful red nipples pointed up toward the sun.

Johnny's hand gripped and jacked harder. Back in his head, he was still pumping her but she was on her back now. Her manicured nails caressed her breasts as she squeezed and pushed them together. In his mind, she was a screamer. Each thrust brought with it a satisfying shout of excitement, pain, and/or pleasure. Johnny didn't care which.

He wanted to pump her and fuck her harder. He took one last look at her floating body. He fell back on his bed, the energy spent sitting up feeling wasteful. His headache took on a sharp edge in response to the change in position. He concentrated harder on her imaginary body in his mind. His ass clenched and his hips bucked up and he came. He came all over the place. Moaning and squirting and jacking. Relief flooded his spent body.

He lay on his bed, intending to get up to wipe off. Before he could relay those instructions to his half awake muscles, new, sexy, blurry images swamped his mind, closing it shut to the outside world for next few hours at least.

[The End]

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

NAKED Series Titles:

--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan

--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan

--NAKED Parent Teacher Conference by Kendall Swan

--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan

--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan

--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan

--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan

--NAKED Hairdresser by Kendall Swan

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:

--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan MEMOIR OF Series:

The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan

The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and

Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Sick Day Copyright © 2010 by Trixie Tale

Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC RomWords@gmail.com

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

Sexting the Boss by Kendall Swan

Sexting The Boss

Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan

Cover Art Copyright © 2009 by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

A Romantic Words Publishing, LLC ebook

Cassandra texted ‘y aren’t u hr? Gt hr now’ to Josh.

He was late for the meeting with the client and since he had been the one she assigned to do most of the work on the case, she would need his head to datadump for them, in a polished manner, of course.

‘On my way. Cool your pretty 5 nch heels. U can dig thm in my back later.’

‘eta?’

‘2 min’

Well, at least there was that. Josh was one of her great hires. She was lucky to have him on her team. But he was distracting. He was very hot and very cocky. He was the whole package and he knew it. But that’s what made him so irresistible.

Josh rounded the corner and they headed into the meeting. Josh was charming and knowledgeable and the clients left happy.

“What are you doing for lunch today? Do you want to go to Rancho Arandas with me? I won’t tell if you have a margarita,” Josh said with a penetrating smile.

“Can’t. Monthly directors lunch today. I’d like to get out of it because it’s a waste of my time. Another time.”

“Oh, I’ll be there, too. I’ll text you dirty messages to make you squirm.”

“You wouldn’t,” she exclaimed.

“I don’t know, would I?” Josh walked backwards with a fake questioning look on his face as he headed back to his office.

Cassandra found herself actually looking forward to the lunch now. She and the other directors arrived at the restaurant and the lunch meeting began. She didn’t have anything to present this month. She was able to tune in and out at her will.

The first text came right as her food did. Good timing, she thought. I got some schmoozing time in.

‘Wht r u wearing underneath your skirt?’

Cassandra blushed. She knew she shouldn’t indulge his teenage boy tendencies. But she needed something to make things more exciting for her at work these days.

She responded with ‘red thong’. She clicked her phone to vibrate so as to not draw attention to her dirty texting.

‘lace or satin?’

‘satin’

‘I don’t blve u. I nd 2 c 4 myself.’

Whoa. He really was making this risky. Was he serious? Cassandra didn’t know. But she was getting wet from their little game.

‘what? R u t going bend me over my desk when I get bk to check?’

‘that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Be prepared.’

‘prepared how?’

‘r u wet?’

‘yes’

‘stay that way. Think of my tongue between your hot lips’

“Cassandra, what do you think? Cassandra…you there? What’s your take on the new marketing campaign?” one of her colleagues asked.

“What, oh. It’s good. The rollout was timed well and we’ve seen an immediate increase in revenue. It’s definitely working,” Cassandra replied.

“I agree. Moving on,” her colleague continued.
‘u still there?’

‘yeah but I need to go. C u back at the office. We need to go over the client’s second phase.’

‘I nd 2 go ovr ur body. Im so hrd rt now.’

‘bye’

Cassandra finished her lunch and drove back to the office. She had been in work mode for the past twenty minutes. She thought back to Josh’s texts and got flushed again. Their secret conversation and the sexual nature of it had definitely spiced things up for her. This was exactly the kind of playful thing she needed to keep her entertained while she worked.

When she got to her office, Josh was sitting in her chair. Had he been serious? Did he really want to fool around in her office? Cassandra shut the door behind her as she entered her office.

“Hi, Josh. I need my chair.”

“Pardon me. There’s just one thing I need to check quickly and I’ll be out of your way,” he said casually.

Maybe he didn’t want her like she had thought. Had she been fooling herself by thinking that? A twinge of disappointment alerted Cassandra that she had actually been looking forward to having Josh touch her, maybe even fuck her—even if she hadn’t wanted to admit it.

Josh walked up to Cassandra. In one motion he had a hand up her skirt and between her legs and the other on the back of her neck. Suddenly, his soft lips were on hers and his fingers had moved beyond her thong to her wetness beyond. It all happened so fast. Cassandra had a million thoughts racing through her mind. The sensations of in her pussy prevented her from organizing them, from making a rational choice.

She kissed him back. He shoved his fingers in deeper at that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and made love to his mouth while enjoying his hand fondling her pussy. This was so exciting. It was so wrong. And he was so hot. The heat burning in her singed away any trace of rational thought.

Josh pulled his hand out of her pussy and brought his wet fingers up to her mouth. She licked them dry with urgency then kissed him again. He gently pushed her to her desk and turned her around. Cassandra knew what was coming. Her. She would be cumming very soon.

She reached up to grab the edge of the desk to brace herself. She heard the sound of a zipper and then the rip of foil. Then her skirt was inched up gently. Josh caressed her ass with both hands for a moment. He must appreciate what he sees, she thought. Her thong was gently moved aside

The next thing she felt was his hard, sheathed cock entering her pussy from behind. His size invaded her and she loved it. She was so wet for him. She was his boss but she wanted to be taken by him forcefully. She wanted him to be in charge of her sexually. Her pussy barely made room for him as he entered slowly. One hard thrust later and she was in heaven.

Josh pulled out and thrust hard again. God, he feels good, she thought. His pace quickened and she began squeezing his cock. Electricity built up in her body and soon concentrated in her pussy and clit. His fucking her turned her on so quickly. The electricity soon erupted and spread throughout Cassandra’s body. She had to concentrate to not yell out in ecstasy.

Josh fucked her even harder for another minute before she felt him explode as well. His motions slowed to a stop and he draped himself over her body, spent from their secret exertions.

“At lunch, I thought you were kidding,” Cassandra said. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

“Your sweet pussy was exactly what I needed to get through the afternoon. Thanks.”

Josh sat up and pulled out. He dumped the condom in her wastebasket and grabbed a blank sheet of paper from her printer feeder. He lightly crumpled it and placed it over the condom.

Cassandra leaned up and had a hard time standing after being fucked and coming so hard. She fell loosely in her chair. Josh tucked his cock back in and headed towards the door.

“I’ll have that second phase outline ready for your review in an hour.” Then he walked out.

He was such a great hire, Cassandra thought.

[The End]

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

NAKED Series Titles:
--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Parent Teacher Conference by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Hairdresser by Kendall Swan


GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Sexting the Boss
Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

Sexual Favors by Kendall Swan

Sexual Favors by Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

"Beth, I promise I'll fix your tail light tomorrow. Please, just a quick blow job? I know you're tired. We don't have to have sex. I sleep better after I come," Derek said.

Beth had a hard time saying no to him when he looked at her with those cute puppy dog eyes. And he knew it, too. But at least she would finally have her car in working order as of tomorrow.

"You promise to fix it? You'll go by the auto supply place and get a new bulb and everything?"

They were both lying in bed and Derek's hand was squeezing her breast over her old shirt. He knew he would get a yes.

"And everything. You're car will be in tip top shape. Promise."

As Derek spoke, he shoved the covers down off of him and quickly pulled his boxers off. He stared at his wife, grinning. Getting the hint, Beth put a bookmark in her book and set it on her nightstand. She pulled the covers down and scooted down the bed.

Derek put both hands behind his head and leaned back to enjoy his treat. Beth lifted Derek's flaccid penis up and gave him her seductive smile. She put his entire penis in her mouth easily and pulled it out slowly, soaking it with her spit. She continued to hold the base up with one hand and with the other, massaged his balls.

She put his entire length and girth in her mouth again. She could feel his penis becoming harder, becoming a cock. She used her hand to move his skin up and down while she still could. Soon, his skin would be too taut to move.

Derek loved the feel of Beth's hands and mouth on his cock. She'd always given good blowjobs and her technique had gotten better over the last couple of years. He could never tell her that sometimes he preferred her blowjobs to her sex. She was a great lay. But being sucked and massaged without any work was one of life's greatest gifts in Derek's opinion.

He watched her mouth take all of him. He felt himself grow bigger inside her mouth. You can't do that with a pussy. You can't get in that soft. But a mouth as beautiful and skilled as his wife's could coax a hard on out of any man.

Beth was no longer able to put his entire length in her mouth. She felt the tip reach the back of her throat when there was still half an inch of skin showing on his now hard cock. She had to fight the gag reflex to keep it inside and not start coughing.

She pulled off, sucking and massaging the back of his cock with her tongue as she did. She licked all around and with her tongue while she jacked him off with her hand. She twisted around and moved up and down to jack him off. She knew he liked that much better than just up and down.

Beth let her tongue drift down the length of Derek's shaft to his balls. She massaged them each with her tongue before sucking them one at a time into her mouth for a different massage.

Beth really enjoyed giving Derek head and didn't do it more often because it always turned her on too much. He would be done and asleep within ten seconds while she was all hot and bothered. Derek thought he was doing her a favor by not having sex with her even though that is exactly what she wanted after each blowjob.

She felt the wetness between her legs and thought about touching herself. No, she thought, I don't want him to know this turns me on. She let her own sexual desire go unanswered and poured herself into answering Derek's growing need.

His throbbing penis required attention. Beth let his balls fall out of her mouth and moved back up to suck Derek off. He was close. She wrapped her hot and wet mouth around his pulsing cock and bobbed her head up and down as she sucked as hard as she could. She moved both of her hands around the base, bringing one hand up as her mouth went up.

Derek's hips were pushing upward. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Beth felt his huge helmet touch the back of her throat again. It was more difficult to fight off the gag, this time. She was pretty sure that's why Derek did that--that he could feel her body attempt to swallow and close off--around his head.

She sucked harder and faster and cupped his balls. They were tiny and constricted. Derek let out a loud moan and pushed his hips up into Beth's mouth again. This time she couldn't fight the gag reflex as she had to swallow all of his hot juices exploding in her throat. She gulped and gulped until at last, he was done.

"Thanks, honey. Night," Derek said as he pulled his boxers back on and rolled over. He was asleep within seconds.

Beth lay still on her side of the bed and tried to calm down her arousal. She rolled over and reached for her book, hoping for the distraction. When she finally succumbed to sleep that night, she was treated the most erotic dreams.

[The End]

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

NAKED Series Titles:
--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Parent Teacher Conference by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey

Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

The Sleepover by Sam Williams

The Sleepover by Sam Williams
Copyright © 2010 by Sam Williams
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@Gmail.com


Marissa would be over later for our sleepover. We'd grown up together and had always been there for each other. We're in high school now and things are a little different, mainly because of boys. But I think she knows I'll always love her and I'll always be her friend.

I'd asked for her to sleepover so we could catch up. She's spending so much time with her boyfriend and I don't get to see her as much as I want. I understand why, I mean, he's hot and he's a senior. But I still miss her.

She gets here and we hang out and watch movies and act silly like we used to. We get up the nerve to steal a bottle of gin for the liquor cabinet and get drunk. As we settle in bed around 1am we are going to watch cable until we fall asleep. A silly late night sex movie comes on.

We both become self conscious and turned on. Hands start groping under the covers and we giggle. Soon we are both taking our pajamas and panties off under the covers. We keep our heads watching the sex movie while our hands are exploring each other. We still giggle for a while but then my hand goes between her legs and finds her wetness. I reach over and squeeze her breast at the same time. I'm so turned on to feel both her wetness and her breasts, cause they are bigger and squishier than mine.

I don't really care about the movie anymore. I just want to keep touching Marissa. I confess to her that I've missed hanging out with her and having fun like we used too when we were little. I think I'm about to cry and am embarrassed but then I see that she is about to cry, too.

She says she sorry it's like this but that she might be in love with Mike, her boyfriend, the senior. She looks me in the eye and tells me that that will never change our friendship. She says she will always love me no matter what. I start to kiss her lips when she says this. I think it freaks her out at first but then she gets into it. We are going at it like the guy and girl on the tv. We're drunk and happy and turned on. We flip the bedspread off of us and finger each other at the same time while we are still kissing. I love how her fingers feel and her soft lips.

I break the kiss so I can suck on her breasts. I want to feel them as much as I can. I've never thought about any other girl's body before-- only Marissa's after she started filling out. She's moaning with her eyes closed and I'm sucking on her breast. I wonder if she can get a hickey on her breast like I sometimes see on her neck at school. I suck as hard as I can all around her nipple and she moans. I come back up and we kiss again. My breasts are on top of hers and I feel her hands around my ass, up my back, then messing with my hair. My hips are gyrating. I just want her beautiful body to be as close to mine as possible. We keep kissing and I play with her clit with my fingers. She moans loud when I do that. And keeps moaning. I keep making circles and kissing her neck. I love her smell. Her body tenses and I'm pretty sure she just had an orgasm from my finger.

In this moment, all I want to do is taste the sweetness of her pussy juice. I scoot down the bed and position myself between her legs. She is looking at me, surprised, I think. I just smile and begin lapping up her juices while I shove two fingers in her bare slit. She is so beautiful and tastes so good. I can't help my tongue from going crazy on her. I know she just came and she might be oversensitive like I am sometimes. But I want to taste all of her, experience all of her. Her body starts to move jerkily and I have a hard time keeping my tongue and fingers going. She juts her hips up and I rise up with her, my fingers pushing in and out of her quickly and the flat of my tongue going up and down from her clit to the wetness of the top of her pussy lips. Her body tenses and I realizes she is coming again by the juices that start flooding out again. I love their taste and lap them up once more. I leave her clit alone because it has to be super sensitive by now.

She motions with her finger for me to come up the bed by her. I do and she kisses me so hard, licking her own juices off my face and sucking on my tongue. I am so hot for her and think I must be in love with her or something since I've never felt anything this strong before. Her hand cups my little bcup breast while she is still kissing me. She puts her hips on top of one of my legs and is kind of humping my leg with her wetness. Then she jumps off of me and down between my legs. She pushes my legs up with her hands where my feet are floating up in the air. Then she dives in and starts doing the same things to me that I just did to her. Except she pushes three fingers inside me real hard.

It kind of hurts but also feels good, like a relief. I feel myself squeezing her fingers, not wanting them to go. But they do and then they are back again, hard. She keeps doing this and begins flicking my clit with the point of her tongue. It's driving me crazy. Something is happening to me and I'm not sure what. I have had orgasms before when I play with myself but they don't feel anything like this. My whole body is shaking and gyrating and I don't want her to ever stop what she's doing. She's so beautiful and she makes me feel so good. I feel this crazy strong feeling and then all of a sudden everything explodes. It's like I'm on ecstasy or something. Every part of me is buzzing and feels so good. Her hand is still going in and out of me but more slowly. She licks up my wetness just like I did to her. Her tongue feels so good and I don't really want her to stop even though I just came. But I can tell she's getting tired and close to passing out.

She climbs back up the bed to her spot, pulling the bedspread up with her. We kiss and hold each other as we both fall asleep, spent.

The next morning both of us are really happy. We go shopping together and have a great time. Just before she leaves to go home, Marissa suggests that we have more sleepovers. She says that Mike will just have to deal. We hug and she leaves.

That night and every night after until our next sleepover, I touch myself and have a big orgasm just thinking about what we did in my bed. I love Marissa. She's my best friend and always will be.

[The End]

The Sleepover
By Sam Williams
Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com
Copyright © 2010 by Sam Williams

Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:

NAKED Series Titles:
--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Parent Teacher Conference by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan

GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan

MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: The Dry Spell by Kendall Swan

and
Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey


This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.