DESCRIPTION In the latest from Surely Wilder’s erotic tale, Matt confesses the desires he’s kept secret. His views of homosexuality, bisexuality, and need for sexual release, cause Matt to question the love necessary to accept his place within the family. Captured, forced into sex, and finding passion in incestuously straight sex, just what unexpected pleasures will Matt face in R is for Retribution III? EXCERPT I stood and reached out to her and she stepped forward awaiting my cue. I simply took her in my arms and began dancing with her in a slow sensual fashion. We didn’t say a word as she rested her head upon my shoulder and we gently swayed to the music. She wore a sweet perfume that stirred not only my emotions, but my desire as well. I took hold of her face and pulled it up. We looked into each others eyes for a moment and then began kissing. Sam was following my lead, and she allowed this to be gentle, as we kissed lightly enjoying the closeness of our bodies, and slow churning of passion. I liked this, a lot. I realized what the problem had been with Dana almost instantly. Like my sister, she had been too aggressive. When she placed my hand on her breast, she expected me to perform instantly. I didn’t like that. I liked seduction and gentleness. Sam and I continued our tender courtship for the first song as I kissed her lips, eyelids, forehead and neck. Eventually, I returned to her lips and her mouth yielded as I opened my mouth. She allowed me to gently explore her oral cavity as I tempted and teased her lightly. I move my hand to her back and our kisses became much more passionate as I pulled on the zipper and released the dress. Slowly, I began pulling the top of her dress from her shoulders as she pressed into me to keep it up. After I knew it was loose, I stepped back, and we both let it fall to the ground. Sam was standing before me in lingerie of virgin white, with a bra, garter belt, panties, and matching stockings. I was stunned. The song ended and she stepped back into my arms so we could share our embrace. We kissed with complete passion as she guided us toward the couch and we sat down together. Passion now guided me as I began to gently paw her bra covered breast and ravaged her mouth with my tongue. She returned my zeal in full and I delighted to hear gentle whimpers of pleasure come from her. She liked this too. Suddenly, she broke away from me and placed a hand on my breastbone to keep us apart. She was panting, but composed herself. She looked at me with a bright smile, but there was a clear look of desire in her eye. My kiss had turned her on, it felt really good. “You are an incredible kisser.” “Thanks.” I blushed again. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “If you’re so gay, why are you hard now?” She smiled as she pressed her hand on my fully aroused member.
DESCRIPTION What’s a woman to do when her lover has given her permission to embrace all of her most erotic and perverted fantasies? Live them of course. Inside you will find some of my favorite acts of seduction as I invited new lovers to satisfy my insatiable needs. All of my actions were of course approved of and encouraged by my master. He wanted me to make up for the 17 years of celibacy I endured, and in one week, I took more lovers than most women enjoy in a life time. F really is for Fulfillment. EXCERPT I walked into the bedroom and found Philip with three sets of clothes on the bed. The first was a beautiful, green evening gown that had a long slit up the center. The second outfit was my new pair of black, latex chaps with an equally shiny corset. The third was my favorite sheer black peignoir set that I wore when I wanted to be very flirty and romantic. He had matching undergarments for each. The three outfits provided very different, erotic looks. “Am I to choose?” “No, I thought these would be good for you tonight.” Philip said thoughtfully. “I can’t possibly wear all three at once. No woman could pull off that look.” Philip laughed, “No, you’ll wear all three at different times tonight. These are your stage outfits.” “Stage outfits?” “Yea, Robert thinks that the pages for the clubs lack sizzle because you’ve never experienced that. So, he wants you to be a stripper in an all nude club.” “He wants me to be a stripper!? He’s out of his ever loving mind!! He told me he wanted me to go to a strip club, not be one of the entertainers.” I bellowed as I began marching toward the phone. Philip stopped me, “It’s part of the job; besides you like flashing.” His words stopped me cold because he was right. I had a beautiful, desirable body and I did enjoy showing it off. There was something truly erotic in the way a stranger would look at me when he saw my fully round breasts or came to the realization that I was a genuine redhead. As much as I wanted to deny it, he was right; I was a tease. “I’ve never been to one of those places in my life.” “I know, and that’s the point. Until you experience it, you’ll never know how to really make the web sites sizzle.” “Ok, but to expect me to do this without warning ...I’m 38 for Christ’s sake. How in the world am I supposed to compare to the teeny bopper hard bodies. This is madness.” Philip knelt before me and took my chin in his hand. Holding my face up I looked directly into his eyes and saw a look of wonder and love as Philip said, “You still don’t get it.” “Get what?” I asked in a truly perplexed voice. “You are the hottest woman any of us know. Robert and Daniel are jealous of me because I have you. Sierra looks at you and wants to be as beautiful.” My heart soared with his profession, and I nearly cried from the compliment, but I was determined not to ruin my make up. I looked at him and in a dejected voice, said. “I have stretch marks.” “Which