All Comers: A Smorgasbord of Kink
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by Rod Harden
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: All Comers: A Smorgasbord of Kink is an anthology of short erotic stories, each designed to weave a powerful erotic spell over the reader. Rod Harden brings to life the guilty pleasures that dwell with the dark recesses of the human psyche. Journey with him as he takes you away into a world of pleasure and pain, of domination and submission, treading always the fine line between darkness and light. It includes: "All Comers"--A tale of a fantasy fulfilled. Longing to be the object of a gangbang, a loving wife gets her wish. "Primal Rites"--Before she can wed the chief's son, she must first prove she is worthy of his lust and can satisfy him sexually. "A Pocketful of Diamonds"--Setting out to double cross a crime boss, he meets a dame worth risking everything for. "Taking It To The Streets"--A man finds himself intrigued by a woman he passes on the streets. Following her, he finds himself a willing voyeur to her masturbating for her master's pleasure. "Taste Test"--Teased by her married neighbor into a blindfolded taste test. Linda tries out a bit more than pop. "Toccata"--When Tina finds out the pleasurable pain that awaits her naughtiness, she vows to need to be punished again, and again, and again. "Gift Wrapped"--Knowing her husband's desire for kink and bondage, a woman wraps herself up, offering him the perfect Christmas gift. "Pigtails and Tight Black Jeans"--A middle aged man enjoys the willingness of a young slut that literally falls into his lap in a bar. "Shibari Air"--Tied up and hanging from the ceiling in a harness, she flies with passion into an orgasm under Adam's careful piloting. And more. All Comers is the kind of book you read when you are all alone, convinced you will only take a peek, but soon finding yourself desiring more, hooked on the need of the characters, awakened to your own inner demons.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: November 2004
16 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [147 KB]
Reading time: 89-125 min.
Don't be fooled by appearances; she loves the attention. Sure, those are tears mixed with the cum on her face, but you have to understand?
Wait. I'm getting ahead of myself.
The seeds for today's little scene were sown a couple of years ago, not long after I began seeing Linda. She moved in with me early in our relationship, and we enjoyed what I thought was an incredibly hot sex life.
But you never know where inspiration will come from. Linda was especially horny one day with a seemingly endless supply of sexual energy. As I lay exhausted, I teased her about it. "I bet you'd really like having a pair a guys, wouldn't you? So one could take over while the other rested."
The idea excited her. Her blue eyes went wide. "Oh my gawd, Eric! That would be so hot!" But she quickly added, as though for my benefit, that she would never really want to try it. "It's just an exciting idea. A fantasy."
The thing is, the idea excited me too. It excited me and troubled me at the same time. After all, men are supposed to be insanely jealous of their women. We're supposed to be predisposed to want exclusive "ownership" of them. Yet, whenever I imagined sharing Linda, I felt no jealousy at all, just arousal.
Over the next several months, and without openly discussing the matter, we built upon the original fantasy. Soon, the imaginary second man wasn't waiting his turn, but was joining me, doubling up on my voracious Linda. To make the fantasy more real, she would suck a dildo while I fucked her, or vice versa.
One day, she wondered aloud what it would be like to have two pairs of men. Then she could be double-teamed twice in row. In no time the two pairs became two trios, then three trios. Eventually the house was crowded with imaginary lovers, waiting their turn to gang up on Linda.
During that time, she began to take on another persona when we fantasized together. She was no longer my girlfriend; she was my slut. She urged me to drop my guard, be rough with her, call her names, degrade her. The rougher I was, the more it turned her on.
"I want you to use me, Eric," she said. "Really use me, like I have no feelings at all. Like I'm truly nothing but a fuck-toy."
We developed a code, something the BDSM crowd calls a "safe word." She wanted to be able to say "no," or tell me to stop, without really stopping me. And it worked great. In fact, it ignited something in me as well--some deep, dark, violent urge I never realized I had. Though I would never strike Linda in anger, I found it exhilarating to hear her cry out in the heat of passion, "please stop!" and know I was free to slap her and tell her to shut up. Inevitably, I would reach my own limit for violence before reaching hers. I never once heard her utter her safe word.