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Hitting the charts: Polly J Adams Unwrapped

A quick follow-up post to the one of a few days ago:

I’ve now reached my highest ever author ranking at Amazon: number 61 in erotica!

And it’s lovely to see that the anthology I compiled, Unwrapped: the big erotic bundle, has entered Amazon’s Hot New Releases chart and is rising steadily.

New: Working Girl 3: Putting on a Show by Polly J Adams

So once you’ve really understood the implications of your lover’s generosity, and that it includes sharing you with his closest friend and business partner, you really should know where that’s heading, shouldn’t you?

You should have guessed that it’s heading for an evening pretty much like the one where he admits he gets a kick out of watching you with other men, that his generosity is selfish when it comes to you. And would you mind going to this club with him, where you could fuck strangers while he watched?

Working Girl: One woman’s journey from small-town virgin to high-class hooker to the billionaires. From the bestselling author of The Billionaires’ Sex Club and The Wings of Desire.

Excerpt

“You like that?” she murmured, and it could have been addressed to either of the men in her bed, as she squeezed and pulled and wriggled her ass.

She shifted, twisting so that she could move down Deller’s wiry body, her long blonde hair trailing over his torso, her lips working down to where his body hair grew thicker, to the base of his dick as she held it upright, away from his body. She started to lick him hard, just there, while her hand cradled his length, her tongue making firm sweeping movements across his shaft and then changing to lick along its length.

Grady shifted behind her, and she was able to move onto her knees, raise her head and then lower it, Deller’s dick sliding in between her lips. She took him deep, raking his length with her teeth so that he groaned out loud, a desperate, animal sound.

Strong hands on her ass, and then it was her turn to feel teeth, as Grady bit her ass, gently teasing at her soft flesh with teeth and tongue, working down to the top of her thigh, working inwards until his chin was pressing against her, and then his tongue slid into the folds of her pussy, licking and parting and entering.

Beth arched her spine and pushed back against her lover’s face as his tongue drove deep inside her – she still thought of Grady as her lover, and Deller as… what? She didn’t even have the words to describe what Deller had become, as part of this strange, exhilarating relationship.

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She reached back, found Grady’s head, pulled him away from her by a handful of his tousled, dark hair.

“Easy now,” she gasped. If he carried on doing that she was going to come, and she didn’t want that just yet, she had other plans.

“Up here, both of you. On your knees.”

They kneeled in front of her on the bed, leaning back on their haunches, their dicks standing up from their straining bodies. What a visual that was! Muscles taut, bellies rippled, a sheen of sweat on the skin, both of them looking at her, waiting, watching.

She reached out, took a dick in each hand and started to rub, pulling at them with a twisting movement of the wrist, over and over again…

(continues…)

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New box-set covers

My publishers, James Grieve Press, are in the process of going live with some new 3D box-set covers for some of my books, and I love them!

So, without further ado, here they are:

A top 100 erotica author

Well, according to Amazon I’m finally a top 100 erotica author.

Several of my individual books have hit various Amazon top tens, and even topped them, but this is the first time my overall ranking has gone this high. This screenshot shows me at number 87 – I really should have taken one earlier today when I was at number 80!

Why the sudden peak?

Well things are going well, for a start. One additional factor is certainly the inclusion of my stories in a set of seven erotica bundles published this month. The success of these titles has clearly given me a bit of a boost.

What does it mean, other than a nice little landmark? Well, not much really. It’s a positive sign that I’m still heading in the right direction, so I’m giving myself a pat on the back. And it’s an opportunity to remind you that the erotica bundle I compiled, Unwrapped, is still available at the introductory price of 99 cents:

Unwrapped – the big erotic bundle by Polly J Adams and Multiple Partners

Cheerleaders, sleepovers, dorm orgies, cuckoldry, adultery… first times and lots of times. Nine sizzlingly explicit stories from bestselling authors of erotica and erotic romance.

Available from:

Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
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Multiple partners: big erotic bundles

Seven bundles, each containing seven to ten hot erotic stories; contributors include bestselling erotic authors such as Carl East, Saffron Sands and Jade K Scott. Bought alone, the stories in each bundle would cost around $25-30, but these books are being offered at introductory prices as low as 99 cents.

It’s madness, isn’t it?

Well, maybe.

From a writer’s perspective, it’s good business sense. The book-buying market can be split up into so many groupings and segments: the bargain-sweepers who are constantly on the look-out for good deals; the connoisseurs who know what they want and how to find it; readers who tend to follow writers they like, or those who endlessly explore particular niches or kinks. There are readers who rarely buy anything above 99 cents, but also those who see the 99 cent price bracket as an indicator of poor quality.

Big bundles like these seven offer ways to join up these different segments. By appearing in these books I reach readers who follow Carl, Jade and the others; I reach readers tempted by the bargain, and by the opportunity of a cheap way to sample a range of authors. We publish these books because we hope they’ll succeed in their own right, but also because they’re gateways into our work for new readers.

And we publish them because they’re fun. Writing can be a solitary business, so it’s lovely when you get the opportunity to work with others. So expect there to be many more future participants in Polly J Adams and Multiple Partners!

Of these seven, I personally compiled this one:

Unwrapped – the big erotic bundle by Polly J Adams and Multiple Partners

Cheerleaders, sleepovers, dorm orgies, cuckoldry, adultery… first times and lots of times. Nine sizzlingly explicit stories from bestselling authors of erotica and erotic romance.

Available from:

Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
Barnes and Noble

And I have stories in a further six:

The Erotic Authors Collection by Carl East and friends

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Wild Impulse (Paranormal Erotic Stories) by Lexi Lane and friends

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Saffron and Friends An Erotica Collection by Saffron Sands and friends

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Taken Hard: The Ultimate Rough Sex Box Set by Cheri Verset and friends

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Taking Innocence – erotic tales of innocence lost by Jade K Scott and friends

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Jenevieve DeBeers and Friends Erotica Anthology by Jenevieve DeBeers and friends

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Why not browse and pick the ones you fancy? Even better: grab them all while they’re available at introductory prices!

All I Want… erotica bundles

The Erotic Authors Collection by Carl East and friends

Nine explicit stories in one volume.

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Wild Impulse (Paranormal Erotic Stories) by Lexi Lane and friends

For the first time ever the “Erotica Writers Alliance” has come together to release a complete collection of scorching hot erotic tales featuring all of the paranormal and fantasy characters you love! With stories from top selling erotic authors: Lexi Lane, Jade K. Scott, Carl East, Saffron Sands, Polly J. Adams and Cat Wilder you’ll be left breathless and VERY glad you picked up this brand new, exclusive collection of sinfully hot tales.

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Saffron and Friends An Erotica Collection by Saffron Sands and friends

Saffron Sands and six of her naughtiest friends have come together in this smoking hot bundle for your reading pleasure. This collection will titillate your senses with erotic tales from today’s hottest erotica authors.

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Unwrapped – the big erotic bundle by Polly J Adam and Multiple Partners

Cheerleaders, sleepovers, dorm orgies, cuckoldry, adultery… first times and lots of times. Nine sizzlingly explicit stories from bestselling authors of erotica and erotic romance.

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Taken Hard: The Ultimate Rough Sex Box Set by Cheri Verset and friends

They say you’re not supposed to enjoy it when it’s not vanilla. They say it’s not what good girls do. THEY ARE WRONG.

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Taking Innocence – erotic tales of innocence lost by Jade K Scott and friends

This collection of nearly 80,000 words of explicit erotica features 12 uncensored erotic stories by 7 of today’s hottest erotic story authors! These stories feature tales of lost innocence — young ladies losing their most precious possession, often under the most extreme circumstances! These stories are hot, explicit and totally uncensored!

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Jenevieve DeBeers and Friends Erotica Anthology by Jenevieve DeBeers and friends

Ten popular erotic short stories, by nine different professional authors.

Amazon US – Amazon UK

Unwrapped – the big erotic bundle by Polly J Adams and Multiple Partners

Cheerleaders, sleepovers, dorm orgies, cuckoldry, adultery… first times and lots of times. Nine sizzlingly explicit stories from bestselling authors of erotica and erotic romance.

Stacey’s Sleepover by Polly J Adams

When Stacey checked on her house-guest she didn’t expect to find him lying there with the covers pushed aside, stark naked and clearly very aroused. She didn’t expect to suddenly want him so much. The question is, what should she do about it?

The Handyman Can by Saffron Sands

When Veronica’s attempts at getting her husband’s attention fail and she is met with nothing but frustration, she calls in a professional. Will the handyman have the right tool for the job?

Asian Beauties by Carl East

Nathan is going to Japan to find out why the car company he works for, which is owned by the Japanese, isn’t able to make the same amount of cars per day as they do. He isn’t looking for romance or any kind of relationship, but boy does he find it.

Swapping Partners by Cheri Verset

Suzy is getting soaking wet while ex-con Blake is inking a tattoo between her legs. She knows she should resist the urge but after some teasing she just can’t hold back anymore. But then when her boyfriend catches them in the act things can only get even ruder.

Zoey’s First Dorm Orgy by Jenevieve DeBeers

After a long, hard day signing up for college classes, cute coed Zoey attends her floor’s ‘meet and greet’ in the study lounge. But how will the other coeds respond to Zoey’s idea of a good time?

The Other Woman by PJ Adams

She didn’t set out to seduce him. But then she rarely does. Things just happen. His wife must hate her, of course. She was the wife’s worst nightmare and the husband’s wet dream.

Forced To Watch – Cuckolded By The Billionaire by Angel Wild

When Alex realizes that he simply can’t satisfy his sexy, young wife’s insatiable appetite, he gives her the option to bed his billionaire partner. The trouble is, Alex didn’t intend for her to accept his offer so easily, and when he is forced to watch her bobbing up and down on his massive cock he knows she will never be satisfied again!

The Cheerleader and the Team by Jade K Scott

Lizzie has a huge crush on football player Kevin. When her mother is late picking her up after cheerleading practice and a creepy guy seems to be stalking her, she runs for the safety of the men’s locker room, where she finds Kevin and the rest of the team.

Boom Boom in the Courtroom by Cheri Verset

As sexual tension runs high during divorce proceedings, the judge orders both parties and their lawyers to initiate an orgy. Right in the courtroom…

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Guest post: All Shades of Passion (Sexy Erotic Romance Stories) Volume 2

Different erotic stories, different writing styles and something for everyone. Approximate length: 15,000 words.Content warning: contains skillfully drawn in words, naughtily detailed, sexy as your best dreams, explicit sexual acts intended for adults only (18+)!

Erotica Romance Stories include:

Mandy and I by Rachel Ali

When Amanda left her loving boyfriend at home and planned a night out with the girls, she knew she wanted to have fun. However, her idea of fun wasn’t to test the boundaries of her sexual attraction, and that too towards her best friend, Mandy.

To her complete surprise, she discovers a new meaning to passion in her friend’s naked embrace.

Crimson Rose on the Pavement by Vilhemina Bruiss

He began pounding her and all the while he slapped her ass and recited every porn cliché in the book:

“Say my name, dirty slut, say my name!”

Revenge is a dish best served cold… Ice cold.

Crimson Rose on the Pavement is the red hot tale of a cold revenge served on a patch of cobblestone.Coconut Bay by Layla DeLaney

Clint and Theresa Money have been waiting for weeks since they got married to embark on their honeymoon adventure. Join these two newlywed lovers as they experience their honeymoon on a private island resort in the North of Spain known as Coconut Bay. Join them as they explore the island, making love in every exotic and erotic way they can. The island becomes their ecstasy-filled oasis, and even the flowers and wild fruits play a part in their incredible lust-filled days. Their story is like a sensual dream as they celebrate their love in the exquisite paradise.

Heat Wave by Sophie Stevens (story 2)

Jack and Haley are still a little high from their mid-traffic tryst when they finally reach the secluded cabin, which was to be the setting for their five-year college reunion. However, when they find the place empty and realize that they’d arrived a day early, they’re both a little worried – the house is bolted shut and the drive home is extremely unappealing, considering they’d spent the entire day trapped in a car.

Jack manages to find working lights in the backyard, and it seems like a miracle; discovering the hot tub is just a surprising bonus. Thrilled at the prospect of being warm all night – and in more ways than one – the couple waste no time jumping in.

Off the Road by Sophie Stevens (story 3)

In the third and final part, Jack and Haley have had an eventful weekend together and are on their way home, when Haley finds herself bored silly. She decides to have some fun by teasing Jack, but he isn’t too pleased with her antics. He pulls over on the side of an empty road and proceeds to show her exactly how he deals with women who are a menace on the road.

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Extract from ”Mandy and I” from Rachel Ali

I laughed as my shot-glass tipped over on the bar counter. The Ransack Club was extremely crowded that night. The girls and I were having a fun, wild night, without our men.

My friend, Mandy, walked over, and her long legs attracted well-deserved attention from several men.

“I need another drink,” she cried, making a pretend, sulking face.

“Gay?” I asked, and she laughed in response.

Mandy was the only one in our group of friends who was single. She spent all night going around in circles, checking out all viable candidates. The ones she liked were always committed, married, or gay. It was an inside joke among our group that Mandy would find a gay man in hundreds, and ask him out.

“This night is so not going well,” Mandy screamed to be heard over the loud music.

“Just fuck the men, Mandy. We rock. We don’t need anyone by our side.”

Mandy laughed and I grabbed the bar counter as a wave of dizziness swept over me. I had way too many shots that night.

“You can say that, Amanda. You have a wonderful boyfriend waiting for you at home, and he loves you,” Mandy screamed again.

I rolled my eyes between waves of drunken happiness and dizziness. John, my boyfriend, was wonderful.

“You know what?” I cried, standing up and holding Mandy’s upper arms as I neared her. “You will one day have a nicer, sweeter, and sexier boyfriend than John.”

I smiled, and the next moment, stood shock still as Mandy leaned over and slid her lips over mine.

I stared at her, stifling a bubble of laughter from erupting from my chest. The expression on Mandy’s face however, was serious. Even in my state of drunkenness, I realized that laughing at her would hurt her feelings.

I tried to focus, but my mind was a fuzz of confusion. I had known Mandy since Kindergarten, and she had just kissed me! Is she gay? I thought wildly.

Before I could get a grip on the direction of my thoughts, Mandy slowly leaned forward again, and her soft lips pressed onto mine.

My traitorous body felt a jolt of longing. Her mouth smelled sweet, minty and fruity, I don’t really know why. Her hands were soft and dainty as they trailed up and down my arms, soothing me, caressing me.

Mandy’s lips parted and the unmistakable, wet slide of her mouth over mine sent currents of pure pleasure through my limbs. The arousal – crazy and insane – spread through my body like wildfire, and collected in a throbbing knot between my thighs.

I gasped and pulled away, our lips breaking contact. Mandy refused to let go of my arms. Her fingers were digging gently into my flesh, holding me imprisoned a few inches away from her.

Suddenly, I felt like I wasn’t in a crowded nightclub with blaring music sounding from the speakers. I was alive with the intensity of my feelings.

Mandy’s breasts were just barely touching mine. Our dresses were the only barriers between my aching nipples and hers.

I don’t know what came over me, but I saw Mandy differently than I did a minute ago.

The door crashed behind me as I stepped into Mandy’s apartment. Everything was a blur. All I knew and cared about was that Mandy and I were alone, and that I wanted her to see me naked.

My green dress had a long zipper down the back, and while Mandy’s lips hungrily took mine, I was aware of her hand groping for the zipper.

Her breath was harsh, her hands shaky, and everything about her reaction was mind-blowing. I knew she was aroused. I could sense it, smell it in the air. Mandy’s fingers jerked at my dress and it fell open, sliding down my body and landing around my stiletto-clad feet.

That’s when she pulled away a few feet, and her eyes dipped down to my tits. That’s when the cold air hit my too-heated skin, and I realized that I was actually standing in the middle of Mandy’s apartment, wearing nothing but a tiny thong and a pair of shoes.

My brain told me this was wrong, but the wetness between my legs urged me to stay, see this though. I could feel the sticky pre-cum sliding out of my pussy, wetting it. My pussy lips were burning, tingling as they contracted with urgency.

“Amanda?” Mandy whispered, and I gasped. In my state of arousal, her soft whisper sounded wonderful. It added fuel to the already raging fire in my groin.

Slowly, she reached behind her own back and undid her dress, letting it fall at her feet. She slid off her shoes, and then her strapless bra. Her breasts fell free, heavy and pink-peaked, and her tiny waist was delectable.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Mandy was my friend, but I ached to touch her, hold her tits in my palms and crush them tightly.

I couldn’t wait any longer, and following her footsteps, I leaned down and undid the straps on my stilettos.

My breasts fell forward as I bent, swaying gently, and I could feel her warm gaze roving over them.

With a gasp of wanton urgency, Mandy stepped forward and her breasts were crushed against mine.

I moaned aloud, my mouth finding hers and parting over the soft, full contours. Her tongue plunged wetly in my mouth, and I gave her mine.

Her fingers were digging into my back and sliding over me, touching me, heating me more and more. I couldn’t breathe. I was wild. I slid my hands between our bodies and clasped her tits, squeezing them.

“Oh! Oh! Amanda!” she whispered harshly in my mouth between our wet kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, tangling while I let my palms rove over her beasts.

Her nipples were hard and erect, tightened into buds that flipped back and forth as I caressed them. Her hands slid down my back, clasping my ass-cheeks, and I ground them against her crotch.

My bush slid against hers, and she slid her fingers between my ass-cheeks, finding my thong and tugging it out.

”Mandy!” I cried out, tightening my hips, letting her touch me, scorch me. “Touch me! Please, Mandy. Touch me,” I gasped.

At my words, I could tell that she gained encouragement. Her hands slid between my ass-cheeks, stroking my asshole. It had puckered up and tightened with need, and before I had a chance to do or say anything further, her soft fingertip caressed my back hole.

My head fell back and our mouths lost contact. She watched my face as I cried and moaned, grinding my hips, swaying them back and forth as if I had a cock filling my pussy.

I wanted to be filled. I wanted her fingers inside me, thrusting back and froth. I was dripping juices heavily, and the wetness was sliding down my inner thigh.

(continues…)

All I want… erotica and erotic romance recommendations

In Harmony by Helena Newbury

From New York Times bestselling author Helena Newbury, the second in the hit Fenbrook Academy series (each book focuses on a new couple so you can jump straight in without reading the first book. Also: no cliff hanger ending!)

Amazon US – Amazon UK

 

Take Jennifer Instead by Michael Mechant

His wife gave him permission to cheat. I enjoyed kidding around with my wife’s best friend, Jennifer. When she was between boyfriends, I teased her mercilessly about sex. We never did anything about it, but my wife encouraged us. She kept telling us to just go in the bedroom and have sex. We always thought she was joking. My wife and I had this nice vacation planned – a romantic cabin in the woods for a week. It had taken a long time to get the reservations, and we had to pay it all in advance. It cost a lot but it was going to be worth it. Then something came up at my wife’s office right before we were to leave and she couldn’t go. She encouraged me to go without her and take Jennifer. She was serious. I really love my wife, and had always been faithful to her. But I sure had fun with Jennifer.

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Until the Flood by Cynthia Brint

When I fell in love with Brandon Beck, tasted my first kiss in his arms, I believed deep in my bones that we would always be together. Nothing could ever tear us apart. And you know, I was right. Until the flood came, I was right. That day, I was sure I’d lost everything. Brandon Beck’s body had been swept away. The one boy that was meant for me was gone. That was what I thought, anyway. Two years later, I caught a glimpse of him. Why would the love of my life stalk me from the shadows, why would he hide away for so long? Maybe it was all in my head. Or was it possible… that Brandon Beck had never died at all?

Amazon US – Amazon UK

 

Seduced by Moonlight – seven stories of explicit paranormal erotica by Polly J Adams

A collection of seven explicit stories of paranormal erotica: magic, hauntings and lots of explicit, adult content from the bestselling author of Bad Girls, The Billionaires’ Sex Club and Taken to the Edge.

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Secrets & Curves by Julianne Reyer

One woman, two men. Too many secrets. Is this steamy threeway relationship too hot to handle? For shy and curvy Jasmine Taylor, nothing ever comes easy. Her career is on a losing streak and her relationship track record is even worse. So when she’s swept off her feet into a seductive whirlwind of dating two men together, it’s as if her deepest fantasies have come to life. Now with two gorgeous men in her life–enigmatic billionaire CEO, Evan Westmore; and his charming, mischievous longtime lover, Luke Rosso–Jasmine finds that the sex might be the least of her worries. Both men have deep secrets, and Jasmine with her lush beauty and her own insecurities, might be the only one who can face them head on. Secrets & Curves is the stand alone sequel to Hunting for Curves. This 55k novel is intended for adult readers.

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Spotlight: In Harmony by Helena Newbury (an extract)

From New York Times bestselling author Helena Newbury, the second in the Fenbrook Academy series. Each book in the series features a different couple, so you can jump in without having read the first book and there’s no cliff hanger ending.

Everyone expects her to succeed…

Karen plays the cello like an angel, and it’s the only thing that makes her truly feel alive. But her father’s dream—for her to join a prestigious orchestra—leaves no time in her life for anything but music…not even love. Trapped on her path, she doesn’t know how to rebel.

Everyone expects him to fail…

Connor plays rock guitar like the devil himself, and his ability has got him all the way from a dead-end life in Belfast to a scholarship at Fenbrook Academy. But beneath his arrogance and charm, he doesn’t believe he has what it takes. He’s spent his time in New York drinking and partying, and the only future he sees is a return to Ireland as soon as he flunks out.

But what no one expects…

When Karen’s duet partner is injured, the bad boy guitarist and the shy, sheltered cellist are forced to team up. Neither likes the idea, but what begins as anger and distrust slowly spirals into love…and lust. If they can face up to their feelings, they might just have a chance together. If Connor will allow Karen to stop his fall, maybe he can show her a life she never thought possible…

This New Adult Romance is recommended for readers 17+ due to adult themes and sexual scenes.

(99 cents on Amazon, $2.99 everywhere else)

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An extract:

That night, when the canapés were all gone and the champagne all drunk, when we’d offered our help in cleaning up and been politely refused by Natasha, when we’d half-carried a slightly drunk Jasmine to the cab and taken her home…I thought about Connor.

I was alone in my apartment, still wearing the dress—although I’d slipped off the Heels of Death and was enjoying the blessed relief of bare feet. I was sitting facing the window, playing my cello and looking out at the city lights. I hadn’t had much to drink, just enough to make my mind a little dreamy and random. I let my thoughts guide my playing, my body just a conduit.

Connor Locke was long, low notes—the sound of my impending doom. What did I really know about my nemesis? Irish. Bad boy. Arrogant. Drunk, more often than he should be. Magnetic to women—at least, a certain type of women. And yet from what I could see, he never stayed with one for very long.

Except Ruth. What sort of woman had tamed him for long enough—or made him fall hard enough—that he wanted her name permanently etched on his body?

He was enjoying playing with me—I could see that much. He was like a cat with a mouse, knowing that I could never really escape but wanting to draw out the game as long as possible. Exactly how much was he going to make me suffer, over the next three months? Enough that I’d break and call the whole thing off?

It occurred to me that maybe that was what he wanted. If I refused to work with him, he could walk away and all the blame would be on me. Was he just looking for a way out, one that wouldn’t make him look like the bad guy?

The weird thing was, I couldn’t imagine Connor minding being the bad guy. He seemed like he’d embrace the role. So why, then, was he playing with me? Just because he found it amusing?

I stopped playing, and then started again as I thought about how his body had felt. The movements of my bow got smaller, faster. Notes rippling down over the hard ridges of his abs. Curving and soaring as they arced over the broad swell of his chest. Then hard, strong strokes as the music flowed over the thick muscles of his shoulders, down his back to his—

I broke off abruptly and sat there with the bow resting on the strings. Something had started inside me, a swirling heat that I visualized as deep, deep scarlet, and I wasn’t sure how to shut it off.

A part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to shut it off.

I laid the cello carefully down and started pacing. It wasn’t getting turned on that bothered me; it was getting turned on by him. Think about something else. I stared at my composition notes, but that only made me think of Connor. I slipped out of the dress and hung it up neatly so I could give it back to Clarissa the next day, but that left me in my underwear, and rogue thoughts of Connor’s hands on me started to creep in.

This is ridiculous! I do not like him! I told myself. It was just a purely physical reaction, I decided. Like getting goose bumps when you’re cold—nothing you can do about it. My body simply didn’t know any better, didn’t care that he was a loud-mouthed, brash idiot who coasted on his talent. It was only interested in how big his hand had seemed when he gripped my arm. How his chest had felt against my breasts when he pressed me to him, how his hard cock—

I closed my eyes. This was getting out of control.

I’d go to bed. I’d go to bed and sleep, and in the morning I’d be back to normal. I’d go to bed and I would absolutely not play with myself.

Minutes later, I was lying there under the covers in just my panties. Normally, I threw on an oversize t-shirt, but that night I didn’t bother. Going topless didn’t mean I was going to give in to temptation, though. Not at all.

I turned over, unable to get comfortable. It was like an itch, deep inside my body, impossible to ignore. It wasn’t completely dark in my bedroom, enough of the city lights making it through the blinds to light up the white covers and the wide, queen-sized bed. A bed that had only ever had one person in it, the entire time I’d been at Fenbrook. The only time it saw any sort of action was when I—

No. Not to memories of him. Not while thinking of his smirk and his twinkling eyes.

I turned over again. Then again. The swirling heat didn’t fade, but grew more and more intense until—

I slid one hand down my body and under the thin fabric of my panties. Eyes tight shut, fingertips stroking along my lips, up and down, up and down….

There was too much weight on me. I kicked the comforter off and lay there almost naked. I tried to keep my mind empty, but Connor’s face was there immediately and I let out a groan of anger that sounded a lot like lust. Think of Sven! I thought desperately. Strong hands working your back, all slippery with oil….

But my body didn’t want Sven. I felt the ghosts of other hands on my body, on my arm and back. Felt my nipples stiffening at the memory of him.

We all have our preferred positions. Mine is on my back, knees wide, heels digging into the bed. My fingers were slick with my moisture now, stroking up and down my lips, and my thumb was beginning to circle my clit. Ripples of energy were skittering down my body, growing stronger each time. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, but there was something missing, something not right.

It doesn’t feel like him, a traitorous little voice told me. That’s what’s wrong.

I pushed the thought away, and let my knees flop wider. I was panting now, my fingers frantic at my opening, feeling the lips swell and spread. My thumb kept circling my clit, so super-sensitive it was almost painful, yet I wanted to stroke it raw. I was desperate, aching for release in a way I’d never known before.

I could feel the orgasm trapped inside me like a tethered balloon. However fast I stroked and rubbed, it refused to rise any higher. I needed something else.

I swung myself off the bed and yanked out the carton of books. They were in neat alphabetical order, double-stacked with the filthier ones on the lower level. But when I pulled out the five bodice-rippers at the end, they revealed my other secret. A black, unmarked box which I opened with shaking fingers. Inside, a translucent pink dildo.

I’d tried a couple. A vibrator was good, in its own way, but I never got over the alien-ness of the buzzing. It felt too mechanical, too unrealistic. And the dildos I’d seen with carefully textured surfaces, with their skin colors ranging from ivory to black, had gone too far in the other direction. Mine, though, was made of some jelly-like material, and the color helped, too. It didn’t look too real. Yet when you closed your eyes….

I quickly stripped off my panties and lay back on the bed. I teased myself with it a little first, tracing my lips with the head, imagining some faceless man doing the same. But he wouldn’t stay faceless. However hard I tried, it was Connor I saw. Connor’s thick biceps either side of my head, as he supported his weight above me. Connor’s tight ass flexing as he positioned himself to—

I rolled my head back and groaned as I slid the head into me, feeling myself stretch. Just the thought of it, of the man I thought of as an arch-enemy entering me, was enough to send my climax rising and twisting, almost faster than I could control. In my mind he started to thrust, and I stroked the dildo back and forth, my teeth biting my bottom lip as the smooth rubber stretched my walls. My heels grew warm as they rubbed back and forth on the bed, and I imagined gripping his ass with both hands and pulling him in deeper….

I arched my back as it slid into me, gasping as it opened me up. I’d started to sweat, my breath coming in choking gasps. But it wasn’t enough. This was Connor, I realized, inserted into my normal Sven fantasy.

He wouldn’t take you like this, the little voice in my head said. I ignored it for a moment but when it came back, I allowed the thought to creep in. How would Connor Locke take me?

Without even thinking about it, I rolled over onto my hands and knees, one arm under me to keep the dildo moving. Immediately, it was better, more real. I had my eyes tightly closed, but I imagined there was a mirror in front of me, and in the reflection I could see Connor, driving into me from behind.

I let my body slump forward onto my shoulders my head awkwardly turned to the side, so I could rub at my clit with my other hand. I was driving the dildo in deep, now, deeper than I normally would. He wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t care that I’m a virgin, he’d drive it in fast and deep and oh God so big—

I imagined those big hands on my hips, hard fingers digging into my flesh. I arched my back and dragged my breasts along the sheet so that it caressed my nipples, burning sparks leaping from them straight down to my groin. I could feel myself teetering on the edge and as I shoved the dildo in one last time, all the way to its root, I gasped, “C—Conner!”

The orgasm ripped through me, starting at my head and rippling down to my core, then exploding outwards to devour me completely. I could feel my legs twitching, my body clenching and squirming around the rubber length buried in me. I was heaving for breath, rivulets of sweat running down my chest to drip from my aching nipples. When the climax passed, I was a shuddering, weak-kneed mess.

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