Carnal Pleasures

Well, who could refuse such an intriguing invitation? Certainly not single, thirty-something Sarah who is longing to shake up her life in a big way.  

Unable to resist the promise of carnal pleasures, Sarah books the vacation of a lifetime at the elegant, country manor of Grayson Estate never imagining how far reality will outstrip her wildest fantasy.

**Please note that this is the first book in the "Carnal Pleasures" series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled "Dream A Carnal Dream - Carnal Pleasures Collection, Volume 1." The collection contains "Carnal Gardens," "Carnal Fountain," and "Carnal Dancing."

WARNING:  In this erotic short story (approximately 7,000 words in length), you'll enjoy self-stimulation, multiple partners, oral, and outdoor loving in hot, graphic detail. All between consenting adults, of course. Have fun :) .

EXCERPT:

“Remove your robe,” a disembodied male voice rumbled from the darkness. “No clothing is permitted beyond this point.”

Peering around, I sought the owner of that lovely, rumbling baritone, but saw only the vague outline of a tall body in the shadows between two of the torches. I hesitated a moment feeling both shy and a bit wicked at disrobing in front of someone I couldn't see. But when he didn't speak again, I unbelted the robe and let the silky material slide from my shoulders and pool at my feet. I felt terribly exposed as he remained silent, watching me. While I love how desirable I feel when a lover devours my body with their eyes, this unseen stranger's quiet regard made me self-conscious. Of their own nervous accord, my hands began to creep up to cover my private parts.

“Stop,” he ordered. “You have a beautiful body and I wish to enjoy it.” I saw the shadowy outline shift, but he remained outside the circle of light.

Show me yours and I'll show you mine, I couldn't help thinking, curious to know if the man's face and form were as delectable as his sexy voice. Still, this was all part of the fantasy, the foreplay to the main event, as it were, so I dropped my hands to my side and attempted to relax under his watchful gaze.

“Better, but not quite what I want. Touch yourself.” The soft words from out of the blackness shivered down my spine. “I wish to see what pleases you.”

Well, this was new. None of my previous lovers had elected to watch rather than participate in arousing me. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about pleasuring myself in front of this stranger, but something in his voice encouraged compliance, so I stroked my hands across my belly, over my ribs, and onto the soft swell of my breasts. My nipples were already perky and as I gently squeezed and massaged them into further hardness, I imagined my watcher's lips and tongue nibbling and sucking.

Those images, in turn, ignited a tingling interest in my groin and, without conscious thought, I moved one hand to stroke between my legs. I spread the silky wetness to my clit and began lightly rubbing the sensitized nub. My mental movie coupled with my body's arousal had me so enthralled that, when he spoke again, I started at the interruption.

“Very good,” he breathed in a voice roughened by lust. “Come closer and recline there.” He waved at a raised, stone platform with a well-padded top. With that brief gesture, his arm abandoned the shadows to reveal a muscled forearm sprinkled with dark hair. Long, slender fingers put me in mind of a musician or artist, and tantalized with sensuous images of touching and caressing. I was hungry to see the rest of him.

Crossing to the indicated lounger, I settled myself upon it, positioning my body so that, with legs spread, he had an unobstructed view. The desire I'd heard in his voice ignited a wantonness that both amazed and thrilled me. I continued to stroke my dripping slit, lightly swirling my finger around my clit, the tension building by the minute. Was he waiting for me to come? Would he show himself then?

What Anna could not have foreseen, however, was the storm of carnal desire unleashed by the water's touch.  Nor the handsome stranger—also infected—who believes that Anna is meant for him.

**Please note that this is the second book in the "Carnal Pleasures" series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled "Dream A Carnal Dream - Carnal Pleasures Collection, Volume 1." The collection contains "Carnal Gardens," "Carnal Fountain," and "Carnal Dancing."

READER ADVISORY:  

This is an erotic short story (approximately 10,000 words in length) featuring hot, graphic sexual situations between consenting adults.  Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

I moved closer to the fountain, drawn by the water's gentle siren's call.  The stone seemed to glow brighter as I approached.  Surely an illusion caused by my stressed senses?  A cool mist feathered my skin, subtly easing the distressing sensitivity.  

Reaching out, I caught the fall of water in my cupped palm then pressed my damp fingers to my throat.  The fountain had already done its damage, further exposure could hardly hurt.

Unbuttoning the first few buttons on my dress, I gathered more water and dribbled it over my chest.  As the water dripped onto the curve of my breasts, I moaned at the alluring caress; my skin's painful sensitivity morphing into delightful pleasure.  

I wanted more.  

Slipping a strap off my shoulder to bare one breast, I moistened my fingertips and fondled my aching nip*ple.  A shock of pure lust jolted through my body.

The urge to tear off my clothes and frolic in the fountain intensified.  Taking a firm grip on my wavering control, I contented myself with pushing my dress to my waist and arching both breasts into the falling curtain of water.  Sensuous as the brush of finest silk on my skin, I shivered with unbridled desire as I cupped and squeezed my wet breasts and hardened nipp*les.

I was so lost to physical need that I didn't even start when Fegan's hands encircled my bare waist, his fingers splaying across my ribs.  How did I know that it was his body pressed against mine?  His lips burning a path down the curve of my neck?  I can't say.  I only knew that it couldn't be anyone else.

He nibbled my shoulder, pulling my hips tightly back against his groin.  I could feel his hard erection through the thin fabric of my dress.  Such a slight barrier denying me heaven.  I moved my butt, rubbing against his engorged c*ock.  Groaning, he slipped his hand inside my dress to cup my mound.  I shuddered at the sublime touch of his fingers on my aching pus*sy.

With tormenting leisure, he stroked my slit, zeroing in on my cli*t and encircling the tender nub.  I was slippery with lubrication, writhing in his hold.  He rubbed his groin against my ass, his jeans a frustrating impediment that I wanted gone.

I tried to turn around, intent on getting him naked with all due speed, but he held me firmly against him and continued to fondle my cu*nt while he ground against my ass.  My heart thundered in time to his.  I gasped with delight when he slipped a finger inside of me and began pumping, pushing me closer to the edge of climax.

His left hand slid from my waist to cup my breast, adding to my spiraling pleasure as he gently squeezed and massaged my taut nip*ple.  The tension built until I teetered on the brink.  Then, with a flick of his fingernail across my cli*t, he pushed me over.  

I shuddered and cried out, my muscles clenching his invading finger.  Fegan continued to stroke me until the last spasm had passed.  Even then he held me close until our breathing had eased.

At least until mine had.

Watching the barely-clad couples bouncing and thrusting on the dance floor, Rhia is asking herself the same question.

So too is the club's owner, Sam Coulter.  Sexy and unattached, Sam finds his solitary guest irresistible.  Could a romp on the dance floor be far behind?

**Please note that this is the third book in the "Carnal Pleasures" series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled "Dream A Carnal Dream - Carnal Pleasures Collection, Volume 1." The collection contains "Carnal Gardens," "Carnal Fountain," and "Carnal Dancing."

READER ADVISORY:  

This is an erotic short story (approximately 5,500 words in length) featuring hot, graphic sexual situations between consenting adults.  Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

I allowed Sam to draw me to my feet, thrilled by the desire heating his eyes.  A desire I fully reciprocated.  But when he pulled me toward the dance floor, I hesitated.  I really liked this man and didn't want a too-quick coupling to prevent a deeper connection.

“Relax,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and drawing me close enough to murmur in my ear.  “We'll dance and observe, not participate.  Only as much as you're comfortable with,” he promised.  Then grinning wickedly added, “This time.”

He captured my lips in a quick kiss that instantly had me hungering for more, then dragged me out on the floor.

Threading our way through lust-filled couples, naked breasts bouncing energetically while bare asses flexed and thrust, I quickly grew aroused and would have been happy to stop anywhere for further observation.  But Sam seemed to have a particular destination in mind.

Just as I feared I might have to abandon my reservations and attack my companion right then and there, he stopped and spun me into his arms until my back was pressed to his chest, my butt snuggled against his groin.

“I like these two the best,” he whispered, nodding at an attractive couple in their late twenties or early thirties.  “They know how to enjoy themselves.”

“And the others don't?”

My dismay soon turned to understanding as I watched the couple dance.  Either they'd been on the floor for awhile or it was a return visit because both were shirtless.  Dancing back to front, like Sam and I were, the woman's firm, rosy-tipped breasts pointed skyward as she arched her back and linked her hands behind her companion's neck.

One of his hands cupped a breast while the other was busy under her short skirt.  She saw me watching and smiled a cat-in-the-cream smile, then lifted the tiny skirt so that I had a better view of her lover's hand.  His finger moved gently in the folds of her slit, pausing to fondle her cli*t before resuming his slow caress.

I couldn't help but squirm, rubbing my butt against Sam's hard erection until he loosed a guttural groan in my ear and cupped my mound through my leggings to hold me still.

“You're going to make me break my promise,” he warned, pressing a finger against my slit.  His free hand lightly brushed the hard bud of my nip*ple through my shirt.

I suddenly wished that I'd chosen different clothing—something more accessible—because I wanted nothing more than the feel of Sam's skin against mine.  Especially when the female dancer shifted her hips to the side to reveal her man's hard c*ock, rampant and ready for action.

Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she began to stroke, syncing her rhythm to his fondling of her pus*sy.  I undulated my hips against Sam, my cu*nt as wet and slippery as the woman's I watched.  Sam increased the pressure of his finger against my mound, while he squeezed my nip*ple.

I watched with bated breath as the woman released that engorged c*ock and repositioned herself in front of her lover.  I moaned, anticipating what was coming.  The woman widened her stance and reached between her legs, guiding that delicious spear of hard flesh into her wet core.

Transfixed, I gasped with her as the man's wide crown penetrated her damp folds and he buried his shaft to the root in her soft, willing body.  Bliss suffused her face as he began to thrust.