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 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! 

Pearce watches as Marlena and I make out. My hands start to explore her body and hers explore mine. Our clothes start dropping to the floor at an astonishing pace. I’m only even dimly aware that Pearce is there in the room. But when I do look at him, his clothes have joined ours on the floor and the three of us climb into the bed.

“God, I love touching you,” Marlena says, her breath hot against my skin. She kisses my shoulder and then across my breasts. I shiver with arousal. Pearce slides along to my other side.

I reach out and touch him, tentatively at first, but then with more boldness. His hand slides along my side, and then he kisses me. His kisses are so different than Marlena’s. Hers were soft and gentle and his is rough and needy. I understand that desire. I feel it, too. I want him. I want them both. I am overcome with desire. When he breaks the kiss, I’m panting. I can’t help it as Marlena works her way down my body and between my legs. When her fingers slide inside me, I moan loudly.

“That’s it, yes,” Pearce says. “So fucking sexy.”

He watches Marlena as she licks my clit and fingers my pussy. I watch him watching her. I won’t be able to hold back my orgasm for long if she keeps this up. But then again, why should I? It feels so good, though, and I don’t want her to stop yet, so I do try to hold back a little bit. But it’s worthless. She’s very talented, even though it’s our first time together.

The orgasm washes over me in waves, and Pearce holds me through it, murmuring things that are sexy when whispered in your ear in the middle of an orgasm but would seem crass in black and white.

Before I’m even done orgasming fully, he’s sliding away from me, and I whimper at the loss of his warm body pressed against mine. But then I hear, and then see him rip open a condom wrapper and slide it over his cock. It’s big. Not porn-big, but definitely above average. I want to feel him inside me, and as Marlena crawls out from between my legs, I realize that I’m about to get to feel it. I’m surprised that he isn’t going to play with Marlena, but I guess I’m the new treat.

I spread my legs wider to make room for him, and Marlena crawls up into the position he was in moments before. She kisses me, and I can taste myself on her lips. It’s fucking hot. She’s kissing me when he slides his cock home inside me, and I can’t help but groan against her lips. How the fuck did I get this lucky?

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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 46-end)

Non-spoilery Review:

I remember now why I don’t remember this book. I do remember bits and pieces of the ending, but it’s pretty horrific. Like… content warning: child rape. There have been lots of terrible things that have happened in these books perpetrated mostly by the bad guys who get what’s coming to them, but it’s still bad. 

The book, however, is very good. I really enjoyed it. It was intense and mysterious, but excellent. I love the writing style, I love the stories that intertwine and come back together at the end. I do think that it’s interesting reading these books back to back and notice the occasional detail that was overlooked. But listen, I can’t imagine writing this many books in a series and keeping track of everything. It’s a herculean task, and to find so few mistakes is pretty damn impressive. Props to Laurell K. Hamilton!

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 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!