Capri's Fate by Daryl Devore - Hot Excerpt
Warning- Hot excerpt - don't read at work or with little kids around
I was lying on a padded massage table in one of those tiny open-air huts, with only a little towel covering my behind. Okay—it was a bit bigger than a little towel covering my behind.A breeze rustled the palm fronds on the roof and made the coconut chimes click a soothing sound. The café-au-lait shaded sand glowed in the sunshine before it slipped into the surf.Nestling my face on the headrest, I shuddered as four pairs of hands massaged my arms and legs. The strong fingers dug into my flesh ridding all the tension out of my limbs. Another set of hands worked my shoulders and upper back, which relaxed muscles that haven't felt like that in a decade. I was liquid.I heard the soft request to roll over three times, but my muscles had gone on strike. With much exertion, I turned onto my back. The fragrance of the massage oils, earthy, yet flowery, delighted my nostrils. A sixth pair of hands rubbed my temples and worked down to my chest. The sounds of the waves hypnotized me. My breathing matched the rise and ebb of each wave.With one final, long, fingertip stroke, the sensation of hands on my flesh ended. I rested for a few moments, reveling in the peace, which enveloped my body. Skipping a day's work might not be so bad after all.The warmth of the massage table changed to cool silk. I opened my eyes and looked around. The table and hut had disappeared and I was now on the end of a long dock surrounded by colorful pillows. Some of which, were positioned under me. A surge of light shimmered over my body.My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me."Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm.""Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?""Yes." One simple, yet mortifying, word."I'm not a porn star.""Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud."They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.Snap. Snap.A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.Snap.Snap. Snap.The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart. Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs."Do you want it?"I groaned."Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”Do the Fates understand the term – duh!A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.Snap.Snap. Snap. Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!""Where?" His voice brushed past me ear."My clit."Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe. Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy."Ohhhh!" "Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humor.
Capri's Fate
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I was lying on a padded massage table in one of those tiny open-air huts, with only a little towel covering my behind. Okay—it was a bit bigger than a little towel covering my behind.A breeze rustled the palm fronds on the roof and made the coconut chimes click a soothing sound. The café-au-lait shaded sand glowed in the sunshine before it slipped into the surf.Nestling my face on the headrest, I shuddered as four pairs of hands massaged my arms and legs. The strong fingers dug into my flesh ridding all the tension out of my limbs. Another set of hands worked my shoulders and upper back, which relaxed muscles that haven't felt like that in a decade. I was liquid.I heard the soft request to roll over three times, but my muscles had gone on strike. With much exertion, I turned onto my back. The fragrance of the massage oils, earthy, yet flowery, delighted my nostrils. A sixth pair of hands rubbed my temples and worked down to my chest. The sounds of the waves hypnotized me. My breathing matched the rise and ebb of each wave.With one final, long, fingertip stroke, the sensation of hands on my flesh ended. I rested for a few moments, reveling in the peace, which enveloped my body. Skipping a day's work might not be so bad after all.The warmth of the massage table changed to cool silk. I opened my eyes and looked around. The table and hut had disappeared and I was now on the end of a long dock surrounded by colorful pillows. Some of which, were positioned under me. A surge of light shimmered over my body.My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me."Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm.""Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?""Yes." One simple, yet mortifying, word."I'm not a porn star.""Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud."They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.Snap. Snap.A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.Snap.Snap. Snap.The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart. Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs."Do you want it?"I groaned."Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”Do the Fates understand the term – duh!A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.Snap.Snap. Snap. Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!""Where?" His voice brushed past me ear."My clit."Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe. Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy."Ohhhh!" "Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humor.
Capri's Fate
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