Plays Well With Others: A Trio of Erotic Tales
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by Selena Kitt, Carl East, Tawny Taylor
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Three bestselling erotica authors join together to bring you a trio of hot stories in a sizzling anthology of sex! Selena Kitt's "The Real Mother Goose" takes you on a wild fantasy ride of delicious BDSM pleasure in a setting that defies the imagination. In Carl East's "Hell's Gate," Courtney's psychic cleansing of an old house awakens not just a demon, but her own sexual appetite as well. And finally, Tawny Taylor's "Claim Me" is a thrill ride of passion, intrigue, romance and dark, erotic hunger. This triad of tales is sure to bring you hours of reading pleasure, because these three authors play very well together!
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2011
2 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [736 KB]
Reading time: 455-637 min.
"I would recommend Plays Well With Others to anyone who likes erotic writing, a bit of romance, BDSM and the paranormal. Plays Well With Others has it all with three very different stories. Each is unique and creative in its own right and putting the three of them together just whets the appetite for more." -Stacey, Sizzling Hot Books, 4/5 Hearts!
"Peep!" The voice shook the room and the startled girl looked up as Mother came in. "Do you know where your sheep are now?"
"No, Mother." The girl looked up from her position, kneeling on the floor, her blue eyes wide. "I penned them before I left, I swear it."
Mother Goose came toward her, the high heels of her soft boots clicking on the floor. She squatted down before Peep, whose hands were bound behind her to her feet with pink satin sashes.
"You are a pretty little one." Mother lifted the girl's chin and studied her face, her gaze moving over the girl's body, the pink and white corset drawn tight, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders, partially hiding Peep's rosy little nipples. "Sometimes I think you're just playing dumb."
"No, Mother," Peep implored, shaking her head. "I penned them. I promise you."
"Is that so?" Mother stood. Peep looked up Mother's long legs, encased in black fishnet stockings and garters, the dark triangle between her legs exposed, as it always was, for easy access.
Mother had taken to wearing black since Father had crossed over, and her mood was ever changeable, but lately she seemed often cross and hard to please. Mother tapped her toe in front of Peep's knee, folding her arms over her ample breasts, pushed up high in her black corset, but covered with the sheer, lace peignoir she always wore, unbuttoned to the floor.
"Mother, please," Peep pleaded. "I will go tend them, if you let me."
Mother walked over to the cabinet and the girl moaned, the sound caught halfway between regret and anticipation. "I think we need a little correction, don't you?" Mother's voice drifted over her shoulder as she chose a small cat o'nine tails from her collection.
"Please," Peep pleaded again, her eyes downcast. "I'll be a good girl."
"Yes," Mother murmured, coming to caress her cheek with a soft hand. "You will."
Mother reached behind the girl and began untying the pink satin ribbon binding her. Peep sighed in relief, rolling her tired shoulders once her arms were free. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees as Mother began to untie her feet, but then the older woman stopped.
"No... this is good." Mother tightened the sashes at the girl's ankles, chuckling. "Turn around, Little Bo Peep who's lost her sheep, and doesn't know were to find them."
Peep did as she was told, turning her face toward the wall, using her hands to slowly work herself around. She felt Mother's hand caressing her ass, and she shivered, looking back over her shoulder at the older woman. Mother squatted down behind her, beginning to drip the many straps of the cat o'nine tails over Peep's behind like a little leather waterfall.
"Peep's little puss," Mother whispered, parting the dark blonde fuzz with her fingers to peer in at the pink treasure. "I love peeping at Peep's little puss." Mother giggled, wiggling her fingers through and finding the girl's clit.
"Oh, Mother!" Peep moaned, lifting her bottom in the air as much as she could with her feet tied together at the ankles.
"That's right, Peep," Mother encouraged, with her finger and her voice.