Hello! This week, I’m going to be continuing my dream story from last week, but I wanted to let everyone know that you don’t need to read the Anita Blake books or even know anything about them to enjoy the short stories and snippets I’m including! They’re sometimes related, but more so in that something in the novel sparked a scene in my mind that I’m sharing with you.
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 8: Blue Moon! 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!
#8 Blue Moon Part 1 (Ch 28-end)
“Well, hello there,” he says when I’m close enough to hear him murmur.
I smile shyly, and look down at the ground. I can’t make eye contact with him.
He turns and starts walking with me. “No need to be shy, beautiful.”
I look up at him.
“After all, when I can see your nipples before I’ve heard you speak a word, I can’t imagine that you are very shy.”
My smile turns to a grin, though he’s not quite right. I can be very shy when it comes to talking to someone, especially a stranger. There is a part of me that knows I shouldn’t talk to him or entertain a conversation at all, but I can’t help myself. My pussy is clenching tightly, I can feel my juices dripping down my legs, and my heart is pounding in my throat.
“Hello,” my Master says, greeting the man. He tugs sharply on my collar and we all stop walking.
The two men shake hands, and start talking about me as though I’m not there.
“She’s beautiful,” the stranger says.
“She is,” my Master agrees. “Are you interested in seeing more?”
He chuckles. “I can see quite a bit already.”
“You can, but there’s more.”
“What I can see is very beautiful. I’d be glad to see more of her.”
“Good, come with us then,” my Master says to the stranger, and he nudges me to start walking again.
We walk a full block and don’t encounter anyone else, thank goodness. He pulls me up short at an unmarked black door and walks me inside. I can’t see anything at first after the brightness of outside. Then I realize that we’re in some sort of club. Or, we’re about to be, once we get through the check-in process.
My Master takes care of everything for me and the stranger, and then we’re through the next doorway. The music pounds in my ears, even though I couldn’t hear it at all from outside. Master directs us into a private room, and once the door shuts, the music is much lessened.
“Now,” Master says, “put on a show for us, pet.” The two men sit down on the couch, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the room. My pussy clenches and I look at them. My mouth is dry and I’m a little light headed. I’m so aroused. I take a deep breath, try to lick my lips, and begin to strip off the see through shirt.
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