Adults 18+ only: This 4,150 word novelette contains M/F and
M/M/F sexual scenes. This is a fiction erotica featuring non-related,
consenting characters 18 years of age and older. The Pastor Didn’t Pull Out, tells the erotic story of a pair of
18-year-old girls who willingly devour the cock of a man they have grown to love
and admire…….their church pastor! Ginger, a petite redhead, along with Nikki, a
blonde with long legs, are about to be shown sexual bliss. The pastor has
always desired to watch these girls engage in hardcore lesbian action. After
entering each girl, the pastor makes his fantasy a reality and watches the
show. Growing erect and about to burst, he decides to have a threesome with the
two beauties. The young women soon learn they are pregnant with the pastor’s
seed and excitedly begin their new lives together.
Included in this omnibus are all 9 novelettes:
Wake-Up Call (#1)
Carnival Games (#2)
Nursing Wounds (#3)
Nun Too Gently (#4)
Tied in Knots (#5)
The Road to Hell (#6)
High Spirits (#7)
Club Dead (#8)
The Ghost of a Chance (#9)
...plus a bonus short story about the ghost hunters!
This novel is intended for mature audiences.
BONUS STORY: The Spirit of the Forest
Molly and R.J. visit a national park and meet an absentminded “daughter of the forest.”
Xylia sang for us as the moon rose, a form of entertainment that I was so eager to stop that I nearly kissed her just so her mouth would be occupied with something else. I think R.J. had the same idea, because as one song finally petered to a close, she slipped a finger under one of Xylia’s ghostly hemp bracelets and said in a low tone, “You have a beautiful voice.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Do you want to hear anoth—?”
“How about we dance for the moon goddess now?” I said, jumping out of my seat. I didn’t think I could stand to hear another verse.
I stripped out of my T-shirt as fast as I could, tossing it aside. My pants quickly followed it, as did my socks and shoes, until I stood shivering in the blue light of the ghost lamp. R.J. raised her eyebrows at me, smirking, and I flushed. I’d never been so eager to get naked before, and I knew she knew it.
“What do you think, goddess?” asked R.J., her tone smooth as honey as she brushed her fingers over Xylia’s hand. “Shall we dance for you?”
Nero told her that he was dangerous, but she could have never imagined that he was a vampire. That is, until she was left with a bite along her neck.
Torn between fear, interest and curiosity, and left with no clue of finding him, Sasha found herself in a dilemma. Why had she been bitten, and would she turn? These are the questions plagued her mind.
But even amidst the chaos, she found that she couldn’t hate Nero. He had taken her by surprise, in both mind and body, and now, even as she cursed him, a part of her still admired him.
What his intentions were, whether he was truly poison for her, or if there was more than she assumed, she would soon find out…and more.
A 12000+ word serial Novelette
This vampire erotic romance serial contains steamy tidbits, as well as depictions of violence. This romantic erotica series is intended for 18+.
This is book two of the three part romance serial “Falling”.
Other Books in series:
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Dancing wasn’t my strongest suit. I was more of a bob in place kind of girl. I learned how to grapevine in middle school and I’ve hung on to that skill like a lifeline.
Valentine pulled me about halfway into the crowd, to a place where we could dance without too much extra contact. Drink in one hand, she put the other on my waist, and pulled me into her, her hips moving sinuously against mine. I tried to match her rhythm but couldn’t. I sloshed half of my drink over my hand before I managed to pull away. Valentine shook her head and leaned in close to me.
“Close your eyes,” she yelled. “And pretend you’re having sex!”
I looked at her dubiously, but she gave me such an insistent look that I sighed and did as she said.
I closed my eyes and let my head loll back, feeling the heat of the room press itself in on my body. I felt the brush of Valentine’s hands on my hips as she moved to stand behind me, pressing the length of her body into my back. Her hands pressed my hips, gently but insistently, and slowly I picked up the rhythm, my hips and waist making languorous figure eights in time with her own. It did feel like sex—matching her rhythm like that, her warmth pressed against me, moving in time.
This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.
The bar was as busy as it had been when we arrived. The place was awash in a ghostly blue light, the music thumping loud enough that I could feel it reverberating in my bones. The dance floor pulsed with bodies. Every table was full, and the bars were lined with people waiting for cocktails.
R.J. led me to the bar, her hand around my waist so she wouldn’t lose me in the crowd. She leaned over the metal bar and yelled so the bartender would hear her over the noise.
I watched the crowd, watched the humans and ghosts intermingled on the dance floor. Since R.J. had made me a ghost hunter—or an apprentice at least—I found I could see things I hadn’t seen before, without even trying. I could point out more than two dozen ghosts on the dance floor without even trying. And I could see ghost hunters. They had a look about them, once you knew how to look. There was no uniform, though most seemed to be fans of tattoos and piercings and colorful hair. But it was the attitude that gave them away. They carried themselves with a devil-may-care grace. They were confident and concise. They looked like they could kick the crap out of you or kiss you raw, and it would be a hard toss to decide which one would be more pleasurable. They looked like they knew what they were doing. Once you knew how to look, you could see them from a mile away.
I wanted to look like that.
This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.