As I mentioned a few months ago, I am reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, which starts with Guilty Pleasures. Onto book 7: Burnt Offerings! I’m reading about 175 pages a week. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is my sexy story post!
#7 Burnt Offerings Part 1 (Ch 1-27)
I would like to explore some public sex in this little snippet. In this book (and if I recall correctly, it becomes more of a focus in later books), sex with an audience becomes prominent. But Anita is shy, for sure. Check out this character, who is also a little shy about having sex in front of others.
“No, no, no, no,” I keep murmuring, but he isn’t going to give me a choice. I know he won’t, but I want him to. I think. Maybe I don’t want him to. Maybe I like that he’s not giving me a choice.
Whether I like it or not, I’m still stuck with it. He’s got a collar locked around my neck with a leash attached, and he’s walking right out the front door. I don’t want to be walked down the street in a leash and collar, but at least he let me wear my thong and a sexy little sheer dress. I’m not naked. Oh, and heels. He let me wear heels. But damn, do my feet hurt. I wonder if he wants me to crawl. (Probably, he wants me to crawl.) But for now, I’m walking.
Even without heels on, I’m not sure I could resist his pull, but with heels on, I have no prayer. So I step out onto the sidewalk behind him. The screen door slams shut behind me, and the slam echoes in the dark night. I glance around, trying to see if anyone is peering out of their windows, but it’s the middle of the night, and there aren’t any faces peering out of the windows. At least, not that I can see.
He walks me down the street, and my heart is pounding in my throat. I am terrified. He takes me down an alley, which makes me feel slightly more comfortable, and then into a cemetery. A cemetery! What are we doing here? At night? At least there won’t be any people. I hope.
He pushes me up against a headstone so that I’m leaned over with my ass a little bit in the air. He slips a blindfold over my eyes and whispers, “Don’t move.”
I don’t know where I would go anyway. The ground is too soft for me to run in my heels. I lean there, straining to hear what is going on around me, and I hear footsteps. It must be him. But then there are more footsteps, and more, echoing all around me. It’s two people, three people, I can’t tell how many now. And there I am, wearing just a blindfold, heels, a thong, and a sheer dress. Fucking hell. But my cunt is wet with desire. And when I say wet, I mean dripping wet. I want someone to touch me. I don’t want to admit it, but I love being on display.
After what feels like forever, I get my wish. Someone’s hands are on me, touching me softly on my hip. Another hand touches my arm. Another caresses my neck. I don’t know who’s touching me, but it feels amazing. I want more. I want the touches to be hard, not soft. I want to feel more than the soft warmth.
What do you think? Do you want to know what happens next? Maybe I’ll share some more next week, even though Anita would never actually want this to be her (or maybe won’t admit it?). There’s still a lot of series to go!
J R Vincente 