My Wife's Shemale Surprise

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After the first time Andrea took the reigns of sexual power from Trevor in Winner Takes All, their sex life exploded in a new direction. Now she has a surprise in store for her lover and it involves another woman, or so Trevor thinks until he is bound and helpless.

Is Trevor up for the ultimate Shemale Surprise of his life?

This smoking hot story of sexual exploration includes a dominate wife with a strap-on , a sexy tranny, bdsm, and a willingly bound husband who has never before experienced shemale love. This sexually graphic title is for mature audiences only!

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“No that can’t be it,” I muttered as I headed down the hall and into the bedroom.

That only left the possibility of another woman. Now I would be lying if I said the thought didn’t excite the hell out of me, seeing two hot women going at it while I was bound and helpless to do anything but watch. The whole problem with that scenario is Andrea always said she could only be a lesbian from the waist up. She loved a nice set of tits, but that was it. Therefore she certainly couldn’t be bringing another woman home, could she?

“Damn woman, I sure wish I knew what you were up to,” I said as I shut the bathroom door.

That is when I saw the outfit I had been told to wear. My body froze. I had not even considered that part of the whole equation until now. Dressing up like some cheap two bit whore for the woman I love was one thing, but to be seen by a stranger, or worse someone we knew.

“Ahh hell Andrea,” I groaned as I took the tiny maids uniform off the hook on the back of the door.

I did not have a good feeling about anything that might happen now. That little voice in the back of my head screamed out how all this was wrong. But once again I weighed the humiliation of a few hours against the possibility of hurting the most precious person in my life. I had to go through with her request; I simply loved her too much to see the disappointment in her eyes.

I stepped in the shower and got down to business, while attempting to focus my mind on a day of play, excluding the third party of course. My mind still struggled with the situation, but I started to feel the excitement of once again surrendering to Andrea, by focusing in on the last time we played the role reversal game.

Finally I walked out of the bathroom squeaky clean and freshly shaved, dressed like a maid in a whorehouse, and a butt plug to give me that odd full sensation. I still felt like an idiot as I opened the fridge and began to prepare lunch. The short skirt did not hide anything when I bent over, and the small panties I had on acted more like a thong even though they were not.

The menu for lunch was a simple one, BLT’s and chips. I made the preparations, and set the table. As the clock slowly ticked down the minutes, the anticipation began to take its toll on me. Racing pulse, trembling fingers, and the butterflies in my stomach that felt more like jet fighters in a dogfight.

The words “I can’t believe I am doing this” kept rumbling through my brain like some sort of twisted broken record I couldn’t shut off. Then I heard the slam of two car doors, and female giggling. The desire to run and hide could not have been stronger, and my palms turned sweaty.

I stood in the entrance of the kitchen, and looked through the dining room to the front door, and became very self aware of just how silly I looked. This feminine get up on a well-muscled and hairy body, and a slave collar around my neck. Who ever Andrea had with her was sure to laugh at the sight of me, and that made matters even worse!

The next minute played out in slow motion before me. I heard the key in the door, and watched the handle turn ever so slowly as time slowed to a crawl. When the door finally opened, my beautiful bride stepped in the door wearing a smile from ear to ear.

I watched as her arm came up in a gesture towards me, and the other pushed the door wide open. Even the sound came late to my ears.

“There’s my little bitch,” I heard her say.

A woman taller than Andrea stepped into my view, and my brain went crazy as my hands tried to cover the front of my body.

Sinfully Yours

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While attending a business conference in New York, Phoebe runs into on old flame from her college years. Ethan was a mysterious man whose sexual tastes ran on the kinky side, and had scared her off all those years ago.
Over the recent years, Phoebe has come to understand her submissive side, and wished for a second chance with Ethan. Now she has the opportunity to try again, but while he seems willing to chat about the ‘good ole days’, he carefully avoids her attempts to seduce him into a night of kink. How far will Phoebe go to get her way, and will she succeed in changing the course of her life?
This 9600 word romance is the tale of a woman in love with a man she walked away from years before, and her plot to get him back, and includes a powerful alpha male, rough sex, and a bond that spans years of being apart.

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Yes the high school years had been a crushing blow to her self-confidence that spilled over to her first year of college. That was when she met Ethan, a boisterous and an egotistical hunk of an upperclassman that found her attractive, and coaxed her out of the walls she had built around herself.
“I’ve got to see him,” she spoke aloud as the door thudded shut behind her.
When she was perfectly honest with herself, running away from Ethan was the single biggest regret in her life. The trouble had been his sexual tastes. At the time Phoebe did not understand anything other than Ethan got off on having her tied up during sex. Those times had terrified the young and inexperienced girl she used to be.
As she grew older, Phoebe had come to understand what the powerful young man seen in her, a submissive to his dominance. And once she understood the submissive side of herself, she had gone in search of the only one who had ever understood her.
Until now she had never discovered his whereabouts.
“I wonder if he knew who I was,” she said as she absent-mindedly fluffed her hair in front of the mirror.
A knock on the door startled her back to the moment.
“Yes,” she called out.
“Your bags Ma’am,” came the young sounding voice from the hall.
Phoebe hurried to the door, this was her first opportunity to keep an eye out for Ethan. She propped the door open with one suitcase, then moved slowly to stall as long as possible with the door wide open. If he would just return to his room, she could talk to him.
Finally, the bell boy held his hand out for the tip, and the moment passed all too soon. She placed the tip in his hand, as he turned for the elevator.
“Hey, can you tell me which room Ethan Harrison is in,” she asked while hoping she didn’t sound too desperate, “I know he’s here on the ninth floor, just can’t remember what room.”
The hung man held his hand out and waited for another tip before he said a word. Phoebe handed over another bill, and the young man smiled.
“He’s in 916,” he confirmed.
“Thank you very much,” she said.
So it was him, and now she knew exactly where to find him. Now the only question that remained was how to re-introduce herself. Should she leave a note under his door while he was out? No, although that solution would make her feel safer, she had to catch him face-to-face, but simply walking down to his door and knocking just might be too forward.
Phoebe had no way of knowing what course his life had taken, and didn’t want to intrude when she shouldn’t. Here mind tried to think back to the moment he passed and stepped into the elevator. She could not remember seeing a ring on his finger, but then it’s not like she was looking for one.
She closed the door to her room, and sat on the end of the bed lost in thought. Marriage, she had a husband, if you could call him that. No kids, no love, just two people who paid the bills on one address. Neither her husband nor Phoebe were home much, and almost never at the same time. It’s not like she had anything to lose by reconnecting with her old lover.

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Calming the Storm Book 2

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Morning finds Tara and Samuel locked in heated passion, but as the day progresses, doubts begin to cloud her mind. As the reality of just how different their worlds are sinks in, Tara begins to question if he truly wants her, or if she is just another notch on his bedpost. Does love conquer all, or is she trying to live a dream that is doomed from the beginning?
This 6000 word short romance is the sequel to Calming The Storm, and continues the tale of a powerful man who has the world at his fingertips, a curvy self conscious woman who wants nothing more than to be loved, and the hot unbridled passion that brought them together.
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“One second,” he spoke without ever looking away from her chest, “Tara I need the conference room set up with all the sales figures for this week, and the shipping as well. Oh and while you are at it, please inform Freddie he needs to at the meeting.”
“Yes Sir, and should I have security and maintenance on stand by for this meeting,” she asked only half joking.
Samuel shook his head as one hand waved her out of his office, and the other picked up the phone.
“Ok, where are we on the….” His words faded from her ears as she shut the door to go about her tasks.
As she selected and printed the requested documents, she dialed up the shipping and receiving department.
“Shipping,” came the thick deep voice of Freddie.
“Hey Freddie, It’s Tara, Mr. Henson wanted me to make sure you knew to be at the meeting today.”
“Yeah, I got the memo. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but I’ll be there,” he said flatly.
“Thanks, I’ll let him know,” and she hung up the phone.
She scooped up the papers from the printer and headed to the conference room to get set up. Once everything was ready to go, she turned towards the door and nearly leapt out of her skin.
She had never heard the door or footsteps, but there leaning against the inside of the door stood Samuel, intently watching her form as she had been hustling around the room.
“Damn Samuel, you scared the living daylights out of me,” she huffed as she tried to calm herself from the powerful surge of adrenaline that coursed through her.
His eyes were once again locked on her chest, and she noted the stir of emotion in his beautiful blue eyes. The desire could be seen as it began to waft around those orbs. She had him nibbling at the hook, and it felt good.
To be desired by a man of his stature, was the dream of any woman. But to know it, and feed the desire, was something not every woman had the opportunity to experience, and Tara planned to make the most of it. Whether this turned into a life long love, or a wild trip of sexual tension until Samuel was done with her. Just the thought of being wanted by this man made her melt. Her dream had come true, so while she had the chance to live it she would.
“Just came in to see if I could call the meeting yet,” he said as he stood upright.
“I’ll go send the summons,” Tara said as she stepped next to Samuel and reached for the doorknob.
Before she could turn it, a large hand wound in her hair, and twisted her head sideways to bring her gaze to his. With a small yank he pulled her into a deep kiss.
Adrenaline surge again at the thought of someone walking in to catch the two of them, and flooded into the desire that stirred deep inside her. The mix was intoxicating, and addicting. Her hand fell away from the doorknob, and she melted into his body.
Samuel broke the kiss, and left her wanting more as her fingers gripped the breast of his suit jacket.
“You are one naughty girl for tempting me at work,” he whispered in her ear, “I will remember that this weekend.”
He loosened his grip on her hair as her hand slid down his body until her fingers rubbed the raging hard on that stood tall in his trousers.
“Promises, promises,” she said with a wink and slipped out the door.

Calming The Storm

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Tara walks into work one morning to find the office in an uproar. Her boss and fantasy man, Samuel is on an all out rampage. As his temper soars to heights she has not seen, everyone is in fear of his wrath falling on them.
Tara seeks to find a way to ease the big man's temper, secretly hoping for a sexual encounter between them. Will her Fantasy come true, or will Samuel's anger focus on her?
This 7300 word short story is about one girls dream of being loved by a man that until now she could only fantasize about.

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At the head of the table, Samuel sat leaned back in his chair, chin propped on his hand while a finger crossed back and forth on his full lips. Tara could not help but feel desire course through her, as this was one of the sexiest poses to her. Those eyes of his still appeared to have a storm in them that churned the beautiful blue like a hurricane ripping across the sea while he watched Chuck begin to clean up the coffee off the wall behind Scott’s recently vacated chair.
She sat down the stack of papers he had requested, and then eased the still hot coffee in front of him.
“The numbers you wanted Sir,” she smiled her warmest smile still attempting to soothe the angry beast inside him, “and I thought you might want this now.”
She let go of the cup, as he turned his attention to her. For a brief second the storm in his eyes calmed, and that smile appeared like a streak of welcomed sunshine that burst through a black cloud. She melted yet again and fought the urge to sit on his lap and curl into him. How badly she wanted to run her hands through his short auburn hair, and whisper in his ear that she could take his stress away for a while.
“Thank you my Dear,” his voice was soft and mellow.
The second passed and his gaze left her to pass across each face still at the table. The storm once again took over.
“Each and every one of you could learn a thing or two from Miss Morgan here,” his voice had the thunder back.
All eyes save those of Chuck were on her, the feeling was something she found most uncomfortable.
“Anything else,” she asked suddenly in a rush to get out of the room.
“That is all for now,” his response flat, eyes still focused on the sales team.
As she turned to leave, a massive hand slid inside her upper arm and brushed against her breast as it squeezed. She stopped; desire grew quickly from the touch. She turned back to him, the motion pushed the back of his hand harder against her breast. She swooned at the feeling, and wished her clothing as not in the way.
“Thank you,” Samuel smiled up from his chair with the most sincere look on his face.
“Anything for you Sir,” she cooed, truly meaning it to the fullest, then made a beeline for the door.

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Anna loves hard bondage, and craves a night of rough sex as a slave to Henry. She pushes him father than ever before in an attempt to make him mad enough to satisfy her craving, but can she handle what Henry is about to dish out?
This smoking hot short story is 4700 words of intense bondage, and includes M/F domination, extreme bondage, whips, and one woman’s astonishing revelation of how the worlds of pain and pleasure mix.

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I really hoped the night would be one of harsh spanking and torture. It had been quite some time since he took me that way, and in all honesty I needed a night of complete domination.

I pulled my car into the driveway and made my way to the front door. I was already moist between my thighs in anticipation. I let the door slam shut behind me. Henry was nowhere to be seen. Time to stomp my feet, be overly demanding, and then submit to the whims of my lover. It was our game, and we both loved it.

I stomped down the hall, shouting obscenities at the top of my lungs.

“Get out here you asshole,” I shouted, “Let’s finish this!”

Henry emerged from the spare bedroom that had been converted into our personal dungeon by his own hands. My heart skipped a beat in a rush of excitement filled adrenaline surged directly to my pussy.

He wore nothing except the tiny black zippered thong that always signified a rough night in our dungeon. His lean powerful frame still gleamed with moisture of a fresh shower, and his dirty blonde hair combed back and still wet. Even after all the years we had been together, I could not help but get excited at the sight of his athletic form in next to nothing.

“You know what bitch, I am tired of listening to your mouth,” he shouted right back.

“Well get used to it because I am tired of your dumb ass all the way around,” I cursed.

We squared off at opposite ends of the hall, like a couple of gunfighters preparing for a duel.

Henry’s large frame filled the hall, and I almost broke character for a moment, as I resisted the urge to run up and hug him. His powerful arms, the scent of his clean body, and the rock hard muscles of his chest tempted me. I managed to resist, since I wanted a rough night in the worst way.

Henry was a rather gentle soul that fed off the energy I exuded. If I gave in and ran to him for a hug, he would turn the night mellow, and make love to me. While that is all well and good, it is not what either of us wanted for tonight. So I refrained, held my ground, and instinctively knew that I would get the hardcore torment and rough fucking we both craved. It had been far too long.

“You’re a mouthy bitch tonight,” he growled.

“And you’re an arrogant ass,” I prodded, “why don’t you kiss my ass.”

He started towards me, long strides that covered the short distance in about five paces.

“We’ll see who kisses ass tonight,” he said as he grabbed a handful of my long brunette hair.

A moan escaped my lips as my head wrenched sideways under his grip.

“You're just looking for an ass busting tonight aren’t you,” he asked in a low devious tone.

“Fuck you pencil dick,” I retorted, knowing full well I just sealed my fate for the night.

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The Monster Within

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A beast is now on the loose, and even Devon doesn’t know how control the sexual monster that somehow now resides inside him. After too much to drink one night, he wakes to find a strange symbol embedded on his chest. How it got there is something he doesn’t know, and in retracing his steps from the night before he discovers that the monster is an insatiable sex fiend triggered by the sight of bare butt cheeks.
The only clue he finds as to what happened to him comes from a waitress at a bar he barely remembers being in, but she has ulterior motives of her own.
Will she help him recover his memory of that fateful night, or try to tame the beast for her own twisted desires?
This 6000 word wild and sexual tale contains rough sex, uncontrollable lust, and one woman who seeks to tame the monster for her own use.

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So any one that mooned him would be in for a rough sexual encounter at the hands of a mindless beast. That shouldn’t be too hard to avoid. Honestly how many people run around mooning strangers anyway?
An odd smile flashed on her face as she thought about some hapless college kid who in an effort to get into a fraternity agreed to moon passersby as part of his initiation. Wouldn’t he be shocked at the result of mooning Devon?
She guessed the hard part of controlling him would be to keep him from running off like he did last night.
Did he run home, or out into the middle of the woods somewhere? If a crowd of people didn’t surround him would he run off at all?
So many questions to answer, and she really wished to see the woman who had done this to him and ask her these questions.
The only question that truly mattered at the moment was where to find him. It would be kind of pointless to debate everything else if she never found him.
The line inched forward, and she moved with it. When her eyes looked back out the windows, she glimpsed a figure that resembled Devon disappear at the edge of the glass.
Without even pulling her cart out of line, she bolted for the doors, nearly knocking over the old man as he slowly progressed in the same direction.
“Sorry,” she said as she rushed by, not slowing a bit.
As she looked down the sidewalk, she saw him disappear around the corner of the building and into an alley. Brenda hurried after him, certain that it was Devon just by the way he carried himself, the stride that propelled him along his path.
As she rushed down the alleyway behind him, the question became how to get his attention. Should she call his name, and hoped he turned around? Then what? Tell him she knew his secret? No she had a better idea.
She upped her pace to a jog in order to gain on him faster. Her long blonde curls bounced off her shoulders until only about thirty paces separated them, then she slowed and scanned the alley for the right spot to put her plan into action.
A small indent in the fence on her left revealed itself with a plush tall grass that would help conceal the event seemed just too perfect. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, placed her hands under her skirt and pulled off her panties in such a rush that they remained around one ankle. She then turned her back to the figure still walking down the alley, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Hey Devon,” she hollered as loud as she could.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around.
The entire sequence of events only took mere seconds, but to Brenda it all happened in slow motion.
The powerful frame of the man turned, and his gaze fell upon her. She made eye contact with him, and hoisted the bottom of her skirt up to the waist, and shook her bare flesh from side to side.
His body twitched as his eyes suddenly glowed that eerie golden color she remembered from the night before.

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Following His Lead (BBW Billionare Erotica)

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Julie has a serious crush on her boss, a dreamy powerful man whom she is certain would never be attracted to a middle aged woman like herself with a few extra pounds. One slow day at work, he appears unannounced in her office to catch her in a compromising and unprofessional situation.
When she is called to his office she fears the worst, but James has something else in mind that could change Julie’s life, and her low self-esteem forever. The offer is made for her to travel with him as his personal assistant. She accepts after expressing concern about not being qualified. James’s only statement to her-“Just follow my lead.”
Will Julie read the right signals to follow, or will her crush on James get in the way?
This 6000 word romantic tale whisks a curvy woman away from her everyday life, and into a world dreams are made of.
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Julie could say nothing, she just sat there, the embarrassment further heated her face, it went from light red to deep red, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl under her desk and hide from him.

Unable to meet his gaze, she focused her vision on the impeccable suit. Now it seemed full of tension, and she could not help but notice the bulge that grew in his pants.

He cleared his throat to bring her attention back up to his face, which was now back to all business.

“Julie I need you to come to my office, and leave your panties in the drawer.” The words were barely out of his mouth before he turned sharply on his heel and strode out the door.

Her heart was in her throat as she watched him stride confidently out of sight, her mind a dark cloud of uneasy questions. How had he known she had taken off her panties? How long had he been standing there? What was going to happen now? Would he write a disciplinary report for this? She couldn’t be fired for it could she?

If he had knocked, he would not have seen or known anything. But it was obviously to late for what if’s, now it was a matter of what to say. Should she stand firm and point out he had not knocked? She truly didn’t have the nerve to stand up to him like that. Maybe she should apologize, but for what exactly? Is it inappropriate behavior when you are alone behind the closed door of your own office?

In truth she had to admit that she was glad he caught her. The excitement of having been caught by him was a rush for sure, but not as big as the glimpse she caught of his member as it grew in his trousers. Could he really want a plain simple girl with some meat on her bones?

“Yeah right,” she sighed as she composed herself in preparation for facing him again.

She stood in front of his closed office door and smoothed out her skirt. She felt vulnerable and exposed without her panties on, was that part of his point? Only one way to find out.

With a deep breath she knocked on the door.

“Enter,” came the command from the other side.

Julie opened the door and stepped in, every nerve in her body was on edge.

James leaned against the front of his desk, his jacket removed, and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing off one thick forearm as his arms were crossed.

The sight of him almost made her freeze in place. Never before had she seen him in anything less than a full suit. The image he portrayed at this moment was one of an angry parent about to discipline a child. A mixture of fear, and desire flowed through her body.

“You wanted to see me Sir,” she stated the obvious.