Have you ever fantasized about pleasuring a firefighter?
That is a pretty common fantasy amongst women. It was my own version of the
fantasy that turned into this short story about one single woman, a wicked
night, an unfortunate house fire, and five hunky firemen coming to the rescue.
BLURB:
Ginelle Jinx, recently single, heartbroken, and unemployed,
decides to cast an impotency spell on her cheating ex. She doesn't expect the
spell to have consequences, but her house catches on fire.
Five hunky firemen come to Ginelle’s rescue, one of them
being Seth Tompson, her high school sweetheart. With one fire out, she finds
old flames and new ones mingling as she indulges the pleasures her five firemen
have on offer.
But what will happen when she realizes she still loves Seth?
Does he feel the same? Can an old flame become a raging inferno?
Be Warned: menage sex (FMMMMM), m/m sex, multiple partners,
anal sex, orgies
Excerpt:
She showered quickly, making sure not to use up all the hot
water as she was certain he would need to shower too. But, she did stay under
the spray for several minutes enjoying as the heat washed away the stress from
the night.
Once she was done, she pulled the curtain away and grabbed
the large bath towel Seth had supplied. She rubbed it over her long blonde
hair, down her face, neck, chest, and back. It wasn't until she ran it over the
back of her hand that pain shot through her as though her skin had been peeled
off.
"Ouch! Fuck!" She screamed and hissed in pain,
remembering that she burned her hand. The shocking events of the night had
momentarily blocked the pain and now it throbbed as though making up for lost
time.
A ruckus sounded outside the bathroom door and it opened
quickly as Seth rushed in, worry etched into his eyes. "Are you
okay?"
She stared at him. The pain quickly subsided as she took in
the man before her. He had showered too and now only wore a pair of denim
shorts. Seth had a perfectly muscled chest and she wanted to run her fingertips
along the ridges and crevices of his spectacular body. No, she wanted more than
just to touch it. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and taste every inch of
this man. Her nipples hardened and her pussy pooled with warm juices.
Her breath caught in her throat as a moan of need and desire
escaped her lips before she could contain it. She looked into Seth's eyes and
saw the same lust that reflected her own.
He took two large steps toward her and his hands entangled
in her wet hair. Seth tilted her head slightly and his lips crashed over hers.
The need she felt within her, she also tasted in his mouth.
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Don't you hate stereotypes? I know I do. They are so annoying! This
holiday season I decided to undo the stereotype surrounded around Santa Claus.
Yes, I know he's old, fat, jolly, works in a toy factory, and wears a
red suit. But…. What if he were young, blonde, muscular, hunky, worked as a
doctor in children’s hospital, and drove a red car? Isn't that mental image so
much better? What if, we add peppermint and milk chocolate flavored 'candy
cane' (for a lack of a better word)? Now we're talking, right? Want to know
more about this alluring Santa?
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“Let’s cut the crap, I want to
eat your pussy.”
She glanced sharply at him. “Did you.
. .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.
“What’s up?”
“Did you just say something to me?”
“What do you think I said?”
There was that knowing smile, and
the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.
“I. . . I’m just hearing things,”
she answered.
“Are you now?”
A car drove by on the expressway and
Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she
really want it to arrive?
“What do you think you heard?”
She glanced down, embarrassed.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
He climbed off the trunk and came to
stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped
heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly
what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she
wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just
wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?
Santa inhaled deeply and closed his
eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed
her knee. “I want you.”
“We’re strangers. We’re in public.
Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
He put his finger to her lips.
“Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his
hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her
thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.
Her knees shook as she obeyed. She
wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this stranger do what he was doing.
Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that
she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?
She spread her legs a few inches
away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be
nervous.”
How could she not be? A complete
stranger was feeling her up in public.
As Santa’s hand slid under her
dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it
rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire
juices.
His fingertips grazed her cunt. He
hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”
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