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Every Saturday in July, I’m going to treat you to an excerpt of one of my published novels. Two weeks ago, I gave you a peek at Runaway. Last week, we looked at Y is for Yes. This week, we have yet another novel born of the A to Z Challenge:

Exploration: An Erotic Novel

What would you do with the sudden opportunity to explore any facet of sexuality and BDSM with no judgment, prejudice, or dangerous consequences? In Mara’s community of Zebulon, that’s what she’s about to find out. With endless possibilities for exploration, she’s asked to work on a special assignment—an offer that will change the course of her life.

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Excerpt:

Marchand moved around and sat on the bed, watching us. Brandon licked and licked at my pussy. I tried to keep sucking him, but it was a difficult position, and I was overwhelmed with all that was going on.

When he was satisfied, he stopped licking me and then tapped me lightly on the thigh. I knew that was my cue to get up. I rolled off of him, lying on my back with my legs spread.

“My turn,” Brandon said, and he crawled between my legs and up my body, so his cock was positioned at my entrance.

He thrust inside me, and I was sore, but it still felt wonderful. I lifted my legs to give him deeper entrance. He held my ankles up and kept fucking me.

Marchand moved closer, and suddenly his fingers were on my clit. I couldn’t orgasm again. Could I? Marchand didn’t care one way or the other. He just kept rubbing at my clit, pushing me right to the edge.

Brandon fucked me hard and fast, his orgasm coming quickly. “Oh, little slut,” he grunted. “How does it feel to be filled with two men’s cum back to back?”

He was asking me a question. I knew I should answer, but it was hard to think straight. “I love it,” I said after a long hesitation.

“Do you?” he asked, and he slapped my inner thigh.

I cried out in surprise, but said, “Yes, Sir, I love it. I love pleasing both of you.”

“Good girl,” he said, and my pussy spasmed. And then, with the clenching of my pussy around Brandon’s cock, and Marchand’s fingers on my clit, I came again. It wasn’t as powerful as the earlier ones, but it was there, complete with the muscles pulsing inside me, my toes curling, my fingers tightening on anything I could reach.

Brandon came shortly after, thrusting inside me and gripping my thighs.

When he was spent, he collapsed next to me. Marchand took up the role of cleanup, getting a warm cloth from the bathroom and bringing it back to us.

When we were cleaned up, we all cuddled back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over us.

“Now are you done with me?” I asked, but I was smiling.

“For tonight, perhaps,” Marchand said.

I put my head on Marchand’s chest, and Brandon curled around me. It felt so warm and comfortable with the two of them. I definitely drifted off again, but when Brandon left the bed, I woke up.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“I’m going to get us some food,” he said.

I cuddled with Marchand. “How did I get so lucky?”

He smiled, “I could ask the same thing.”

We spent the rest of the evening eating and talking and laughing. Marchand and Brandon got along perfectly. They had the same taste in music, and, it turned out, Marchand was also interested in gaming. Once we established that, the conversation between the three of us flowed so naturally. I couldn’t believe how late it was when we tumbled back into the bed to sleep.

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