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 9: Obsidian Butterfly! 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!

This is a (sort of) continuation of my story from last Friday. You don’t need to know anything about Anita Blake or Laurell K. Hamilton to enjoy this story! 

Where do I sign up?

Sign up for what, you ask?

A threesome. That’s what. I am all about beautiful bodies. I don’t care if you have a penis, a vagina, both, neither. Every body is beautiful in its own way, and I want to enjoy the pleasures of all of them. Hearing someone’s breath quicken under my touch drives me wild. It brings me immense joy to know that I am pleasing someone. So the thought of having two people to please is exhilarating. If there was a sign up form, my name would be first on the list.

Okay, so there isn’t really a sign up form, but there are online groups you can join to find other people with similar interests. That’s how I found Marlena and Pearce. I’m nervous to meet them, but also excited. I want to skip to the good part.

After pleasantries at the cafe, we order coffees and chit chat. It’s not as awkward as I thought it would be. I’m glad that it’s a smooth transition, but there are butterflies in my stomach when I run out of coffee. Nothing left to distract me now.

“So,” I say, and let my voice trail off.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Marlena asks, sliding a hand along my thigh. We’re sitting next to each other on the cafe couch. Pearce is sitting across from us, and I can tell he sees her gesture.

“Sure,” I say, and I am pleased to realize that I do. I am excited to spend more time with them and see what is under her sweater. Her skin looks smooth and I want to feel it. I want know what her breasts look like. I am so excited. 

“Let’s go,” Pearce says.

“Want to come back to our place?” Marlena asks.

I nod, unable to find my voice. “Great,” she says, and she texts me an address. “See you in a bit,” she smiles as she slides into the passenger seat of their car. I get into mine, and mostly follow them and sort of follow my GPS to their house. It doesn’t take fifteen minutes to get there. I check my reflection in the little mirror in my car. No food in my teeth (not that I can imagine how it would get there since all I’ve had today is coffee. I’ve been too nervous for anything else).

I walk up the driveway to a small one-story house. It’s cozy but cute, and when they welcome me inside, I can see that their personalities match their home. It’s neat and tidy, but lived in. It doesn’t feel like it’s so dirty that I don’t want to take my shoes off, but it’s not so clean that I’m afraid of leaving a rumple on a pristine couch. It’s perfect.

Marlena shuts the door behind me, and I expect that there’s going to be a conversation, but instead, Marlena takes me by the hand and pulls me down the hall to what I presume is the bedroom. Pearce follows behind.

When we get into the master bedroom, she pulls me close to her and plants a light kiss on my lips. My mouth opens to her and I am suddenly lost in the moment.

Come back next week to see what happens next!

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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 9: Obsidian Butterfly! I’m reading about 175 pages a week, so this book is going to be broken into three parts. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is my review of the book post! For those who are new to my blog, you don’t need to read the books to read the kinky stories on Fridays, and of course, you’re welcome to check out my reviews on Sundays!

Description from Amazon: There are a lot of monsters in Anita Blake’s life. And some of them are human. One such individual is the man she calls Edward, a bounty hunter who specializes in the preternatural. He calls her to help him hunt down the greatest evil she has ever encountered – something that kills and maims and vanishes into the night. Something Anita will have to face alone.

#9 Obsidian Butterfly (Ch 1-23)

Non-spoilery Review:

This is the first book I don’t have much of any memory of. In my multiple re-reads where I keep starting over, I at least remembered basic story lines or who the Big Bad was or glimpses of major end scenes. But this one…no memory. I have a name that wiggles in the back of my mind, but I don’t remember anything about it.

Interestingly, I noticed two story inconsistencies in this book. One was minor (“she never told me”… Four pages later, “she had warned me”) and the other kind of big. In Blue Moon, Anita traveling was a Big Fucking Deal because of her connection to Jean Claude. But in this book, she drops everything on almost page 1 to travel. And in this part of the book, she meets the Master of the City, Obsidian Butterfly (title of the book!). There’s mention that she’s Jean Claude’s, but it’s not that big of a deal. 

In any case, my lack of memory of this book has led me to be up long past my bedtime reading because I can’t put it down. It’s just…so good. So compelling. I want to know what happens next. I need to know. Ugh! But now, I should go to sleep. It’s not The Neverending Story. It’ll be there tomorrow. Goodnight!

Here is the link to my very rough notes about this part of the book, including notes on characters and plot. It’s mostly for me, but if you had read it in the past and just need a refresher, it would suffice, though it doesn’t read nicely!

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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 9: Obsidian Butterfly! 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!

This short little story is only inspired by Obsidian Butterfly. You don’t need to have read the books nor have any knowledge or interest in them to enjoy this story.

In Obsidian Butterfly, there’s a scene that could be very sexy. It’s not necessarily portrayed as such in the book, but I can imagine it being sexy if viewed from a different lens. So here, I give you such a view. 

The shadows move in sensual, flowing motions. I can see clothes being stripped away. A shirt pulled over a head. A pair of panties tossed away. I don’t know who the people are. I don’t even know what they look like. But I can hear them. I can hear the moaning, the panting. I can feel the arousal, the wanting. There are four people there. Four bodies writhing on the bed. But in front of the bed is a white screen. I can’t see through it except for shadows, backlit, black on white.

It’s designed that way for this show, and it’s sexy as hell. If I close my eyes, I can imagine what the people are doing, how they are feeling. But when I open my eyes, I can see their outlines. I can see two bodies connect and fall back onto the bed. It looks like they’re having sex now, thrusting and moaning. The other couple has split apart. One gets up off the bed and walks around to the other side. Suddenly he’s standing over the couple having sex. I can see the outline of his cock as he lowers it down. It looks like he’s going to lower it right into the woman’s face. She’s on her back, her legs up in the air.

And based on the sounds, that’s exactly what he does. She gags a little, and I can hear it. I can feel my throat convulse in sympathy, but it’s only a moment. Then he’s thrusting into her mouth while the other man thrusts into her (I assume) pussy. It’s hard to know, exactly.

The other woman slides along the other side of the couple having sex. She presses her body up against the other woman’s on the side. I’m sure her large breasts are pressing against the woman on her back. She lowers her head to the other woman’s chest. I can’t even imagine. A cock in my pussy, a cock in my throat, a mouth on my nipple, and a room full of people watching the whole thing happen… Heaven. That sounds like Heaven. Where do I sign up?

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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 9: Obsidian Butterfly! I’m reading about 175 pages a week, so this book is going to be broken into three parts. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is my review of the book post! For those who are new to my blog, you don’t need to read the books to read the kinky stories on Fridays, and of course, you’re welcome to check out my reviews on Sundays!

Description from Amazon: There are a lot of monsters in Anita Blake’s life. And some of them are human. One such individual is the man she calls Edward, a bounty hunter who specializes in the preternatural. He calls her to help him hunt down the greatest evil she has ever encountered – something that kills and maims and vanishes into the night. Something Anita will have to face alone.

#9 Obsidian Butterfly (Ch 1-23)

Non-spoilery Review:

A riveting start! It’s odd that this book centers on Anita and Edward. Not having Jean Claude and Richard as main characters is very different, but they’re still relevant, if off screen. There is a lot of development with Anita as a character in this part of the book. Very interesting! I can’t wait to read more.

Here is the link to my very rough notes about this part of the book, including notes on characters and plot. It’s mostly for me, but if you had read it in the past and just need a refresher, it would suffice, though it doesn’t read nicely!

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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.

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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 review of the book post!

Description from Goodreads: When she chose master vampire Jean-Claude over her ex-fiancé, alpha werewolf Richard Zeeman, Anita learned that sometimes love is not enough. But though she and Richard won’t be walking down any aisles, she can’t turn her back on him when he’s arrested on a rape charge in Tennessee. Anita knows firsthand that Richard has the morals of a saint—or at least a boy scout. But his guilt or innocence is not the issue. He’s behind bars, and in five days a full moon will rise…

#8 Blue Moon Part 1 (Ch 28-end)

Non-spoilery Review:

Oh it’s so good. So, so good. I won’t spoil the ending here, but man! It’s a good one. Lots of action, suspense, and thrill, but also major character development. I sometimes question why Anita isn’t as open to some things relationship-wise that I think she should be (or that I would be), but then again, I’ve never even held a gun, so what do I know about Anita’s life?

Here is the link to my very rough notes about this part of the book, including notes on characters and plot. It’s mostly for me, but if you had read it in the past and just need a refresher, it would suffice, though it doesn’t read nicely!

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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!

Description from Goodreads: When she chose master vampire Jean-Claude over her ex-fiancé, alpha werewolf Richard Zeeman, Anita learned that sometimes love is not enough. But though she and Richard won’t be walking down any aisles, she can’t turn her back on him when he’s arrested on a rape charge in Tennessee. Anita knows firsthand that Richard has the morals of a saint—or at least a boy scout. But his guilt or innocence is not the issue. He’s behind bars, and in five days a full moon will rise…

#8 Blue Moon Part 1 (Ch 1-27)

Dreams. We all have them. But have you ever had a dream so sexy that it woke you up mid-orgasm? I imagine that dream would be different for each of us, but I can tell you that I have had that happen to me once upon a time. I think my dream would be a little different now, but there might be some similar threads…

Blue Moon opens with a dream, and although Anita, Jean Claude, and Richard have a metaphysical bond, we all dream. So I thought this would be a fun opportunity to share a dream with you.

“Walk,” he tells me.

I don’t want to. I want to sit down. My feet hurt. I’m not used to wearing three-inch heels, but here we are. 

“Walk,” he says again, and this time, he slaps me across the face. It’s a soft slap, as slaps go. I’m sure my cheek is red, but it was open palm. I’m not in danger of losing any teeth or having a big bruise. It wasn’t that hard.

And I walk. I don’t want him to hit me again.

He walks behind me, just a few paces, but I walk alone. My cheeks are burning with embarrassment now, not from the slap but because I am wearing a collar that has a little charm on it that says “slut,” a short skirt, and a knitted top that is all gaps and holes. I’m pretty sure I’m legally topless. And, of course, the three-inch heels. Nothing about my appearance is actually illegal here. Someone could call the cops and nothing would happen. But damn am I still shaking in my heels. What if someone I know sees me? What if someone tries to take advantage of me? 

Listen, the rape victims are never at fault, even if they wear slutty clothes, but that kind of social conditioning is hard for me to ignore. I totally feel like I’m asking for someone to touch me, talk dirty to me, or whatever. I’m glad that he’s behind me, and he’ll keep me safe from others, but damn if it isn’t still scary.

And then I see someone walking toward me. My breath catches in my throat. He’s gorgeous. Tall, muscular, handsome. His skin is the color of caramel, and I want to sink my teeth into it. I can feel my pussy getting wet under my skirt, my juices dripping down my bare thighs. He’s still pretty far away, and I don’t know if he’s noticed my outfit, but he’s definitely noticed me. My breathing gets more and more ragged the closer he gets.

Just as he gets within ten feet of me, I see the moment when he realizes that my nipples are very apparent under my shirt. He stops walking, standing stock still and my steps bring me closer and closer.

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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 review of the book post!

Description from Goodreads: When she chose master vampire Jean-Claude over her ex-fiancé, alpha werewolf Richard Zeeman, Anita learned that sometimes love is not enough. But though she and Richard won’t be walking down any aisles, she can’t turn her back on him when he’s arrested on a rape charge in Tennessee. Anita knows firsthand that Richard has the morals of a saint—or at least a boy scout. But his guilt or innocence is not the issue. He’s behind bars, and in five days a full moon will rise…

#8 Blue Moon Part 1 (Ch 1-27)

Non-spoilery Review:

Another knock it out of the park start! I’m desperate to know what happens next. There’s so much action going on, so many storylines. And somehow, even though Anita is away for Jean Claude almost entirely this half of the book, he still plays a major role. Can’t wait to read more!

Here is the link to my very rough notes about this part of the book, including notes on characters and plot. It’s mostly for me, but if you had read it in the past and just need a refresher, it would suffice, though it doesn’t read nicely!

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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 28-end)

A continuation of the previous story: Last week, my fictional character got into some public sex, or was hopefully about to. Even though Anita wouldn’t be into such a public display, it’s amazing how much we don’t realize we want until we get it. It’s fun to imagine, anyway. And, I will admit, even though Anita would not be into group sex like that, I (Jayden) definitely would be!

So many hands touching me, and all of them are soft. I want them to be hard. I want to feel it, deep down in my body. But they’re all being so gentle.

And then another hand, not a gentle one this time, touches me. He (I assume it’s a he, but it doesn’t have to be) slides his hands up my short, sheer skirt and, without hesitating, rips my thong off of me. The fabric sticks to my wet pussy and gets stuck between my legs. Someone rips it free of my body. The breeze that blows makes me shiver now. I feel very exposed, leaning up against a gravestone in a cemetery, blindfolded, wearing heels that keep me from being able to run, and now a very sheer piece of lingerie that’s all that’s keeping my body hidden from the world.

Is this actually what I wanted? I thought it was, but now… I don’t know. I might be naked soon. Naked and in front of strangers. Hell, they might not be strangers. I have legitimately no idea, and boy, is that idea hot.

The gentler hands pull away, and then the firm one is back, two hands now pressing into my hips, pulling me backward so that I’m further bent over, hands pressing between my thighs to spread my legs apart. The fabric of the dress is flipped up so my ass is exposed. I briefly wonder if he’s going to spank me, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel fingers slide up into my pussy. I moan softly. I can’t help it. Having someone touch me like that feels amazing.

But then the fingers are gone, and I groan in protest.

And then they’re back, but not in my pussy now. Against my lips.

I part my lips and take the fingers inside, licking my own juices off of them. I don’t love the taste, but it’s hot to do it for the mystery person. I am pretty sure these aren’t my Master’s. I don’t know whose they are, but they aren’t his.

He pulls them back out and slides them along my slit again. I wonder if he’s going to do the same thing again, but he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers are probing my ass now. I can’t help but clench in response. I don’t want his fingers in my ass. I don’t. Or do I? I’m scared. Is he going to put just one or two? Is he going to try to fist me? I have no idea.

“Please,” I whimper, but I don’t even know what I’m asking for. 

There’s no verbal response, but fingers slip inside my collar, pulling it tight, and I get the message. No protesting. I breathe heavily but don’t protest again.

He slips one finger into my ass, then another, then one more. I hope he’s going to stop there, and he does. His fingers work in and out of me, and before I know it, I’m thrusting back against the fingers. And then they’re gone.

I can’t help but groan. I don’t want them to be gone. They felt amazing. I want more. He presses them against my mouth again, and I take them in eagerly. God, I am such a dirty whore, but I don’t care. I just want more.

I feel a cock slide along my slit now, and I know it’s a man. The cock slides into my pussy, and I moan softly and press back against his long length. It feels amazing, but his cock is big. I only get a few thrusts before he pulls out, and I groan again. I wonder what he’ll do next, and I am not disappointed when his cock presses against my asshole. Definitely not disappointed, but definitely a little scared. This is a big cock to be inside my ass.

But then he’s in, buried to the hilt. I am moaning softly, and simultaneously want him to stop and also want him to start fucking me. But it’s not up to me. I squirm a little bit, impaled on his cock, and then he starts to move, setting the pace. It hurts, but his hands guide my hips and don’t give me a choice. And damn, it feels good.

It feels even better when hands start touching me again. Not just the ones he has on my hips, setting my rhythm, but also touching my nipples, pinching them. More hands touching my neck, pulling on my collar, stroking my skin. I am lost in the many sensations. I want more.

He pulls out just before he cums, I think, and I am rewarded with the sound of grunting and the feel of cum falling on my back. I breathe heavily, panting there in the moonlight. Is this it? Can I take my blindfold off now and see who the mystery man is?

But I don’t. I haven’t been given permission to, and I’m not about to disobey.

And I’m not done. Another pair of hands replace the ones that left me. Someone else guiding my hips back against a different cock. Here we go all over again, I think, and my pussy drips with arousal. I could do this allll night.

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back Sunday for my review of the second half of the book!

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 review of the book post!

I got a little bit behind, whoops! But I’m not giving up on this project!

Description from Goodreads: “You can’t trust anyone who sleeps with the monsters.”

That’s what I’ve always said. That’s what I’ve always believed. But now I’m the one sharing a bed with the Master Vampire of the City. Me, Anita Blake. The woman the vampires call the Executioner. From part of the solution, I’ve become part of the problem. So it hits close to home when an arsonist begins to target vampire-owned businesses all over town — an arsonist who seems to want to destroy more than just property. It’s the monsters who are in danger now. And it’s up the the Executioner to save them from the inferno…

#7 Burnt Offerings Part 1 (Ch 28-end)

Non-spoilery Review:

Another great one! It’s kind of amazing how this one wraps up. It’s a bit crazy, to be honest. I think the fire aspects of this book make it a really scary situation. I don’t even know what to say anymore about this book without giving things away. But what I will say (since I’ve actually read beyond it already when I wrote this review) is that some of the aspects and themes of this book are going to come up again, so make sure to read this one!

Here is the link to my very rough notes about this part of the book, including notes on characters and plot. It’s mostly for me, but if you had read it in the past and just need a refresher, it would suffice, though it doesn’t read nicely!

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back later this week for some kinky musings!

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!

Hope you enjoy this foray into the world of Anita Blake! What else are you reading? Come back Sunday for my review of the second half of the book!