Polly J. Adams's Blog, page 45

Extract: Stacey's Sleepover

At the foot of the stairs she paused.

The living room door was half-open. She leaned around the door and peered inside.

Saleem was lying there on the sofa-bed, flat on his back. The duvet was in a tangled heap, only partly covering his lower legs.

His eyes were closed, thank god. He was still asleep.

He would never need to know that she had just looked in and seen him lying there naked, his long cock lying flat against his belly with a very impressive morning erection.

She checked again. Eyes still closed, face slack with sleep.

That cock was a beautiful one. Not the longest she had ever seen, but still a good size, and broad. She could imagine what it must feel to be filled with that. It lay against his belly, its base in a knot of dense black hair, his balls big, nestling between parted thighs.

Saleem was a footballer, and it showed in his physique. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His belly was flat, with the slight ripple of a six-pack even when he was relaxed, asleep. His legs were lean and well-muscled. An athlete's legs.

Other than that dark tangle of hair at his crotch, and more under his arms, his body was virtually hairless, with only a few sparse hairs even on his legs. She wondered if he waxed or if this was a natural thing. She didn't really care, just admired the way it emphasised the definition of his muscles.

Her eyes were drawn back to that hard cock and she realised she was getting wet.

She shouldn't be studying him like this. She shouldn't be imagining what it would be like to straddle him and guide that meaty cock inside her. She shouldn't be standing here so wet and so horny that she could almost feel her clit throbbing with desire!

She backed away, unsteady.

In the shower, she leaned against the cold wall. Her headache had gone. Everything had gone in the presence of that sudden need to fuck her boyfriend's best friend.

She tried to put it out of her mind.

She tried to think of bland things, everyday things, and when that failed she thought of Mark, of how she was going to go back up to their room and suck that gorgeous cock of his until he was about to explode, and then stop him, lean up against the full-length mirror and have him take her from behind while she watched. That way, there would be no bed creaking to disturb Saleem.

Saleem...

(continues)

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Private Party: free at amazon.com

Great news: my Girls' Club story, Private Party, has just gone free at amazon.com!

When Jack's stag party is cancelled, his new bride Mel is determined to make it up for him. So she arranges a private party: a quiet night in, some drinks, and a stripper for just the two of them.

A Girls' Club story from the author of Easy as One, Two, Three and Letting Go.

Note: this story contains explicit adult content. Lots of it.

New mailing list

I've just started a new Polly J Adams mailing list to keep readers up to date with my writing.

I won't be flooding people's in-boxes; it'll just be occasional emails with news about my books as they come out, previews and extracts, special offers and occasional freebies.

Explicit smut in your in-box, but always with a discreet subject line. What more could you want?

Extract: The Lady in White - a tale of gothic erotica

That first night with Denny Slater. She had him. Hard and fast, just as she had imagined.She'd told her friends she felt unwell. Denny had crashed their group by then, joking and laughing along with them, cashing in on the fact that although this group of girls out on the piss might not want a man butting in he was a Slater, so none of them would dare say so.He'd said he would walk her to a cab, and he stood aside like a gentleman to let her through, then followed her to the door.Outside, he took her hand, turned her, put his free hand to her face and kissed her. She didn't know if he hadn't believed that she was unwell or just didn't care. The kiss was long, probing, exploring and left her barely able to stand.She pulled away, took his hand, and led him around to the alley that ran to the side of the pub. As soon as she paused he was on her again, hands on her breasts, his whole body grinding against her.She shifted, parting her legs so that his thigh was pressed hard against her pussy. She started to roll her hips, working her clit against his leg, then somehow he had turned her and was pulling her leggings down to her knees.A hand found her bare arse, gripping so hard she was sure she would bruise. Then there was the rattle of a belt buckle and the rustle of clothes before he was pressing against her again, his hard cock sliding between her buttocks.She pulled her thong down and he eased himself lower and then the head of his cock was sliding between her pussy lips, pushing at the opening, entering her.With her leggings still around her knees, her legs were forced together, so that she squeezed his cock as it drove into her tight opening.One hand on her hips, his other moved up to the back of her head and seized a fistful of hair, pulling her head back so that her spine arched. Twisting her head round, he kissed her hard, while his cock thrust deep and fast inside her.His other hand left her hip and then came down with a sharp, stinging slap on her arse. Her first reaction was surprise, her second anger, her third a slowly building heat in the depth of her belly.He smacked her again and the only things she could feel were his tight grip in her hair, the sting of the slap and his cock driving deep in her pussy, hitting her G spot again and again.She realised she was groaning and tried to stop, but everything was too intense. The pounding of his cock, the pulling at her hair, the other hand now inside her top, inside her bra, a finger flicking at the nipple.Her pussy tightened as the first wave of climax took her, and then her cunt was pulsing over and over as she came.In response to her orgasm, he started to fuck her even harder, even faster, and then, as her climax finally started to subside he spat his seed deep in her cunt and the grip in her hair eased and then released, and he slumped against her so that her legs could barely take the weight.(continues)
 
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Two cover previews

This will be the cover of a collection of three tales of paranormal erotica, due soon from James Grieve Press: Raising the Dead.
And here's my next cover: The Lady in White, a gothic tale of newlyweds and the ghost of a murdered bride. And some sex.

Three Times a Virgin: extract

The room had been carefully chosen. Jess had scoured hotel-booking websites and even visited before making her final selection.The bed had to be big, of course.The headboard needed to be solid, and it needed to have somewhere to attach the handcuffs.She hadn't been sure about the footboard. Being able to tie the ankles might be an advantage, but it did limit access.The bed in this room was king-sized at least. The headboard was made of chunky, pale wood, with solid posts and a horizontal bar running across the top of the main wooden panel. No footboard, so easy access. The complimentary robes were a bonus. Handcuffs could get uncomfortable for any extended period. She had decided to tie him with stockings instead, after she had peeled them from her long legs, but she knew from past experience that nylons could easily cut into the wrists when they were tied tight enough, and the knots were impossible to undo again afterwards. The belts from the complimentary robes were the perfect alternative.The room was just right. Just as she had imagined.She stood at the foot of the bed, in stilettos, black hold-ups, a tiny thong and a lacy balcony bra.Before her, Adam lay spreadeagled. His arms were stretched wide above his head, each tied to a bedpost by a length of terry-towelling belt. His legs, although not tied, were spread.Just then, his body gave a little twist, as if he was testing the restraints.His body was lean, fit. He had the physique of someone who worked out but didn't go silly with the weights. His belly was flat, with just a hint of a six-pack ripple. His cock lay flaccid for now, flopped over to one side."You okay there, Adam?" she asked. "You sure you want to go ahead with this?"He tipped his head up as if trying to see, but the black blindfold meant he was in darkness."You still haven't told me what we're going to do," he said."We're going to fulfil one of your fantasies, Adam. We're going to live out one of your dreams. Are you ready?"Tentatively, he nodded, and so she turned, went to the hotel room door and opened it. A man was waiting there. Rick. An old flame, an occasional hook-up. She nodded and stepped aside to let him in."Okay," she said. "Let's get started."(continues)
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Soundbite review: Four Play by Sophia Vale

Jana wants to give Dane a special birthday gift, something he's always wanted. When they go away to a cabin in the woods for a weekend with best friends Chloe and Matt she finally plucks up the courage to raise the subject. Who would have realised there are so many ways for four to play when all barriers are dropped? Sizzling, sexy storytelling from one of the best.
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Soundbite review: Three is not a Crowd by Sophia Vale

When her mother married Derrick, suddenly Amy found herself with two strapping step-brothers, and before long one thing led to another. And another. Now, grown up, this very modern family get together for the first time in years, and the three have a chance to pick up where they left off and move on to explore things they never tried all that time ago. At times tender and sensitive, at times downright horny, three will never be a crowd in Sophia Vale's skilful hands.

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Extract: Sleeping with the Past (an erotic gothic romance)

"Mr Huxley? Is that you?"

Estella sat at the end of the four-poster bed, wearing only a pair of knee-length white bloomers and a whalebone corset pulled tight, emphasising her narrow, waspish waist. Her dark hair was bundled up at the back of her head and held in place with a long pin. Her skin was almost as pale as her underwear, so much so that it appeared to glow luminously in the dim light from two candles and a small oil lamp by the bed.

The door, which had opened a crack and then stopped, now opened fully and a tall man entered the room. He had thick, salt and pepper hair and bushy mutton-chop sideburns, and his eyes burned passionately, like black coals.

A sheen of sweat on his brow caught the light and she saw that he was breathing heavily. He held a riding crop in one hand, and his cream riding breeches were spattered with mud from his ride.

"Mr Huxley," she said again, no longer a question.

"My dear Estella," he said in that knee-trembling baritone. "I fear we do not have long."

Her father was out, but Estella's maid Hannah must have seen Mr Huxley's arrival. Estella would have to have words with Hannah later; she must impress on her again the importance of loyalty.

"Then be quick, Mr Huxley," Estella said now, looking back across her bare shoulder at him, knowing the effect that exposed skin would have on a man accustomed to far more restrained behaviour from a lady. Glancing down his body again, she saw the telltale bulge in his breeches and smiled.

"Come to me," she said. "Now."

She remained sitting, so that when he came to stand before her that bulge was at the level of her head. She reached out, took the crop from his hand and rapped it lightly against his groin, smiling again as the bulge continued to grow.

"Expose yourself, Mr Huxley. As you rightly say, we do not have long..."

The riding crop continued to rap gently against Mr Huxley's steadily growing erection as it strained against his riding breeches.

Tap, tap, tap.

"I..."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He had one hand on a bed-post, his grip tight. She could see his fingers flexing and suddenly thought that this might be all he needed, that he would come right now like this if she carried on.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She paused. He looked down, she smiled, and then she hooked her fingers into the waist of his breeches and drew him close.

Discarding the crop, her hands stole round to his hips, his buttocks, and suddenly her mouth was on him. The fabric of his breeches was coarse, thicker than she had expected, and so she pressed hard, let him take the pressure of her face on his hard cock. When she started to rock her head from side to side the fingers of his free hand buried themselves in her hair, freeing the pin, letting her long locks tumble.

She found buttons, freed them, peeling his breeches away to reveal his white flannel undergarment. The drawstring at the waist was easily loosened, the buttons a little stiff and hard to release, largely because his swollen manhood was placing them under such strain.

Buttons finally released, the flap at the front fell open and with an almost animal twitch, his cock was free.

(continues...)

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Selena does Porn: an extract

Sitting here in a porn cinema, with men masturbating in the shadows and two girls sucking on a massive cock on the screen. She was the only woman here and... she was wet and hot. She squirmed in her seat, pressing herself against its firm, yielding surface.She looked around again and wondered just what the house rules allowed and what they forbade.She moved a hand to rest on Antonio's thigh.He had his head back, a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the screen. Brunette was sucking the guy's balls now, while the blonde took him throat deep.Fingernails, dragging up Antonio's thigh.He shifted, parting his legs. It was hard to see in the murk, but she knew his erection must be straining against his thin linen trousers.She moved her hand across to confirm this. So fucking hard!He dipped his head to the side, kissed her ear, lips lingering, sending little thrills coursing down through her body.He started to caress her shoulder, stroking and kneading.She glanced back over his shoulder again, but no one appeared to be paying them any attention.She cupped her hand around his shaft and pressed, then worked her hand along to the sensitive head and pressed again.Looking up, there was a woman's arse on screen, a beautiful, flawless shape, and then the blonde woman's head dropped down into view, her mouth working across one buttock.Antonio's buttons were so hard to release, they were under so much pressure from his erection. He had to hold his cock down to one side so she could undo the buttons and then his trousers were open and she could slide a hand in, under the elastic waist of his shorts. Her fingers found that thin fuzz of hair and then the base of his shaft, and then she was running her hand along his length, teasing it upright, away from the confines of his clothes.Flat and hard against his belly, she took his cock in her hand and started to rub the head, lubricated by his pre-come."Suck me, Sel, suck me hard." His hand on the back of her head reinforced that command, and she lowered her head, his cock still in her hand.At first she tried to be discreet. She kept her head still, his cock barely in her mouth, and stroked his shaft. Then she switched to swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, with firm, swift strokes.When she sensed him starting to tense, she stopped. She didn't want him to come so quickly. They could be playing here for some time yet.She glanced up, then, and saw that the seat across the aisle from Antonio was now occupied. Had someone new arrived, or had that middle-aged man in jeans and loose shirt with his long, thin cock in his hand just moved there for a better view?As she looked up, the man froze. Then, slowly, he drew his hand down the length of his cock. After a brief pause, he slid his hand back up and then he gave up all pretence and started to wank again.Selena watched, her tongue starting to flick at the tip of Antonio's cock again, and then she ducked her head down, took him deep, and drew slowly, tightly back up. Again, she sucked him deep and pulled away, and then she found a steady rhythm of taking him deep and pulling away with tight lips and rolling tongue.She knew he wouldn't be able to take much of that, but she carried on, taking him as close as she dared once again, and then she sat back up in her chair, long fingers wrapped around his shaft, holding him tight.She kissed him. She always liked that kiss after sucking cock, sharing the taste. It was one of her little things, a powerful turn-on.When she looked around the cinema, it was as if everyone had moved closer to them. Each man still had several seats to himself—wanking together was clearly not on their agendas, but they all wanted to be as close to Selena and Antonio as possible.Slowly, she pulled her fist up Antonio's cock and then back down again.She didn't know how much they could see—probably not much, apart from the man immediately across the aisle from them—but they were all fixed on her every movement. They might not see her hand on Antonio's cock, but they clearly saw the movement of her shoulders as she slid her hand up his shaft again and then started to rub the head. They could all see Antonio's head tipped back and knew what must be making him respond in this way.She dipped her head again, slid her lips down around Antonio's cock until he was as deep as she could take, and then she pulled back up again until she was sitting, looking back around the cinema.All these men... they'd paid for an afternoon of solitary wanking, paid to watch this film, the two girls now riding one man, one on his cock the other on his face... and not one of them was watching the film.(continues)
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