• I want a threesome!

    I can't write for long because my hotel room has become the 'meet-up' point for everyone on this bloody holiday. I swear, everywhere I go someone tags along. I can't even go to the loo without one of the girls sharing a cubicle with me. It's like I'm in some damn witness protection program. I just want an hour to write my blog in peace!

    So real quickly then, the big news so far this week is that Sasha has been flirting with me like mad – proper leg stroking and ass fondling under the table – and so has her husband. I think there may be some threesome action on the cards. Please, please, please! Elsewhere, my friend Jessica pulled the sleaziest dude I have ever seen in my life last night. He told her he owned the restaurant we ate in. Turns out he collected the glasses. Oh, and I've lost my Nicole Farhi flats. Damn it!

    On with the main show. Here is the second erotic story excerpt of the week I promised you. This one is from a favourite book of mine...

    More Wicked Words: an erotic short story collection This particular story is called One Of The Boys by Robyn Russell, and it's about a 16-year-old girl called Sam, her boyfriend Jamie, his cousins, and a sex siren called Margaret who moves to their quiet town for one sizzling summer.


    Excerpt from One Of The Boys by Robyn Russell

    Featured in Forbidden Flowers

    'I saw you yesterday, Sam. I could see everything with my binoculars. The boys in the orchard playing with their cute little dicks, and you in the window playing with your little clit. I was masturbating, too, watching you, thinking of sucking those lovely little tits of yours. I came thinking of you, Sam.'

    Her hands strayed across my shoulder, down my arm and, ever so softly, brushed over my breast. I was transfixed by fear and a lust I didn't know I had, but when she gently led me towards the stairs I followed without a word. Taking me by the hand, she led me upstairs to her bedroom. 'A place the boys can't come,' she giggled softly.

    I followed her hips and buttocks as they sashayed and swayed beneath the hot-pink dressing gown she wore, to her room. She closed the door and took off the gown, revealing a see-through baby doll pyjamas in matching bright pink.

    She asked casually, 'Why don't you get undressed too, Sam? You certainly don't need your outdoor clothes on here.'

    Spellbound by the sight of her body, so different to mine, I couldn't move. 'Here,' she said and, with typicalo Margaret impatience, proceeded to pull of my t-shirt and unfasten my bra. After flinging the offending garments aside, she cupped my 'cute little tits' briefly in the soft palms of her hands and repeated, 'Get undressed, for gosh sake!'

    My nipples were excited from her fleeting touch. Trembling with arousal, I managed to slide out of my shorts, revealing my own panties, utilitarian by Margaret's standards.

    I was staring back at our reflections. Standing behind me, Margaret slipped her hand into the band of my jockey bikini briefs and said, 'You should try wearing a thong panty, Sam.' She paused caressingly. 'You have nice cheeks. You should bare your bottom more.' She reached all the way inside my panties and cupped my buttocks. 'Nice and firm,' she said.

    'Dance classes,' I replied, without thinking. I watched in the mirror as the blonde – who, yesterday, was my arch-rival – turned her back to the mirror and lifted the edge of her shortie pyjama top, revealing a pink thong.

    'See how sexy?' she said with a quick waggle of her hips. The band of thong crept up the crack between the two fleshy globes of her buttocks. 'Oh,' I said, my voice cracking.

    She laughed. 'Here, lie down,' she ordered and swiftly slid my briefs from my legs. In a dream, I watches her get naked and enfold my body with hers. She licked me; she rubbed me; she finger-fucked me and made me come. What can I say? I had my virginity taken by a woman, just like one of the boys. I didn't complain. If this was lesbian love, I was a recruit. I was in lust.

    The next day she was gone, without a word.

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