the inside.”
“Cade, care to do the honors?” Trevor asked as he shifted to bring his face in line with her pussy.
“My pleasure,” Cade replied and slid her leg back over his hips. Then his hand made a bold firm stroke over her mound and his fingers spread her lips wide, leaving her clit exposed. He shifted his body until his shaft was nestled between the luscious globes of her ass and held her in place while he started sliding between the supple cheeks. Trevor’s fingers returned to her tight channel as his mouth descended to the throbbing nub that Cade presented like an offering for him. Cade’s other arm was under Riley’s head, and he turned her face for a kiss that filled her mouth with a thrusting rhythm that matched the slide of his cock along the cleft of her ass.
Three lovers. Two days. One bed…
One Weekend
© 2010 Sasha White
What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?
One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.
And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it…
Enjoy the following excerpt for One Weekend:
“Oh my God. You didn’t!”
Twilight had turned the sky into a wash of red purple and orange, but the temperature hadn’t dropped more than three or four degrees, so we were still out on the balcony. Our chairs circled the small glass table littered with empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, and we all had a nice buzz going. Against both Rick and Mark’s objections I’d wrapped a cotton sarong around my body when I’d gotten up to pay the pizza delivery guy, and kept it on while we ate. Despite my adding a layer—albeit a thin one—of clothing, our conversation was once again in dangerously erotic territory. For the past three hours no matter what we talked about, the conversation always worked its way back to sex. It was like the three of us were bonded by one great big horny mind.
“Why not?” Mark asked with mock innocence. “The guy wanted to suck dick, and I enjoy being sucked. We both got what we wanted.”
“But you never even saw him. You have no idea who it was!”
The men shared a laugh, and Rick grinned. “That’s the point of a glory hole, babe.”
A glory hole. A hole in the wall in the bathroom of some club that guys could stick their dick in and get it sucked by some nameless faceless person on the other side of the wall. My mind was thinking, how stupid is that? But there was no denying the arousal curling in my belly and the slick building between my thighs. How sexy would it be to suck a complete stranger off? STD’s aside, the idea was dirty and dangerous, and it got me hot in all the right ways.
As if he could read my mind Rick stared at me intensely. Then his left eye blinked slow and seductively. It was a small and simple gesture, no leer, no smile, just a wink that said he knew what the sex talk was doing to me. The man knew that behind the logical straight-laced accountant was a girl who secretly loved the raw and raunchy.
Speaking of which… “How do you know for sure it was a him?”
“Easy.” Mark shrugged. “Men do it different.”
“And you know this how?”
“Because I’ve had both. If a guy is sucking your dick, he’s doing it because he enjoys it and it shows. Most of the time when a girl is doing it, she’s doing it to either get something from you or because you’ve begged. They’re not exactly enthusiastic.”
The mind boggled. What to tackle first? The fact that Mark, a guy so unrelentingly male, had been sexual with other guys before. How many and just how sexual? Had they all been nameless,
“Cade, care to do the honors?” Trevor asked as he shifted to bring his face in line with her pussy.
“My pleasure,” Cade replied and slid her leg back over his hips. Then his hand made a bold firm stroke over her mound and his fingers spread her lips wide, leaving her clit exposed. He shifted his body until his shaft was nestled between the luscious globes of her ass and held her in place while he started sliding between the supple cheeks. Trevor’s fingers returned to her tight channel as his mouth descended to the throbbing nub that Cade presented like an offering for him. Cade’s other arm was under Riley’s head, and he turned her face for a kiss that filled her mouth with a thrusting rhythm that matched the slide of his cock along the cleft of her ass.
Three lovers. Two days. One bed…
One Weekend
© 2010 Sasha White
What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?
One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.
And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it…
Enjoy the following excerpt for One Weekend:
“Oh my God. You didn’t!”
Twilight had turned the sky into a wash of red purple and orange, but the temperature hadn’t dropped more than three or four degrees, so we were still out on the balcony. Our chairs circled the small glass table littered with empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, and we all had a nice buzz going. Against both Rick and Mark’s objections I’d wrapped a cotton sarong around my body when I’d gotten up to pay the pizza delivery guy, and kept it on while we ate. Despite my adding a layer—albeit a thin one—of clothing, our conversation was once again in dangerously erotic territory. For the past three hours no matter what we talked about, the conversation always worked its way back to sex. It was like the three of us were bonded by one great big horny mind.
“Why not?” Mark asked with mock innocence. “The guy wanted to suck dick, and I enjoy being sucked. We both got what we wanted.”
“But you never even saw him. You have no idea who it was!”
The men shared a laugh, and Rick grinned. “That’s the point of a glory hole, babe.”
A glory hole. A hole in the wall in the bathroom of some club that guys could stick their dick in and get it sucked by some nameless faceless person on the other side of the wall. My mind was thinking, how stupid is that? But there was no denying the arousal curling in my belly and the slick building between my thighs. How sexy would it be to suck a complete stranger off? STD’s aside, the idea was dirty and dangerous, and it got me hot in all the right ways.
As if he could read my mind Rick stared at me intensely. Then his left eye blinked slow and seductively. It was a small and simple gesture, no leer, no smile, just a wink that said he knew what the sex talk was doing to me. The man knew that behind the logical straight-laced accountant was a girl who secretly loved the raw and raunchy.
Speaking of which… “How do you know for sure it was a him?”
“Easy.” Mark shrugged. “Men do it different.”
“And you know this how?”
“Because I’ve had both. If a guy is sucking your dick, he’s doing it because he enjoys it and it shows. Most of the time when a girl is doing it, she’s doing it to either get something from you or because you’ve begged. They’re not exactly enthusiastic.”
The mind boggled. What to tackle first? The fact that Mark, a guy so unrelentingly male, had been sexual with other guys before. How many and just how sexual? Had they all been nameless,
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