E-Read Erotica Reviews: A lot of books take you on a predictable arc, but this one goes places I never thought the series would go, and I love it…It is as readable as comfort food is edible. It’s funny, full of quips and one-liners, and then it turns around and gets nasty the next heartbeat…We also have a very Noir-like non-linear story here, with some jumping around, a great teaser to start, and plenty of scenes left to our imaginations. The jumping around in time works very well here… This is wonderful storytelling that keeps me interested, and hits the sexy notes perfectly…Humor and witty dialog add the icing to the cake, and this is another great installment to this offbeat and wonderfully sexy tale.
Junie was stretched across the bedcovers, her face between Melanie’s thighs. Her legs were spread, her fat pussy lips protruding between the perfectly round ass cheeks of her creamy bottom. Melanie’s knees were raised, her hands stroking Junie’s hair as her lover tongued and licked her pussy.
The door opened and a young woman, fully clothed, entered with a tray. She set it on the table next to the bed, smiled and left the room. A man sitting in a wing chair rose, walked to the table and poured a glass of wine. His right hand continued to stroke his cock as he stood, looking down at the bed and the two women deep in the throes of cunnilingus.
Junie rolled over to the side of the bed and motioned to him. He leaned over, smiling.
“Mr. Rapja, I wouldn’t want you to waste any of that tasty goo on a jerk-off,” she cooed. “Wouldn’t you rather fire that hot load inside me? After I make my girlfriend come?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout that. And it’s just ‘Rapja.’ You know, like rapture. And, baby, I do want to fuck your tight pussy!”
Junie reached up and pulled him down. She kissed him, smearing his face with Melanie’s juices, then pushed him away.
“What is it about you ladies?” Rapja said as Junie returned to Melanie, planting kisses on her freshly shaved Mound of Venus and her glistening, swollen labia. “I watch plenty of ladies fuck, but you two…”
Melanie, massaging her ample breasts with her hands and sounding very far away, answered. “It’s not an act.”
Word count: 6,400
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In Making Michael Obey, Junie and Michael explore the edge of their sexuality. Or, more exactly, Junie pushes Michael to his limits (and gets the best sex of his life along the way).
It gets wilder after they get married and Junie discovers Michael prefers playing more with himself than with her. An acrylic cock cage takes care of that. But Junie needs more, even after she lets Michael out of the cage–something only her black lover can give. (Making Michael Submit)
The XXX Widow: Poor Melanie. Her boyfriend spends more time surfing XXX websites than paying attention to her. Didn’t Junie have that same problem with Michael? She sure did—and fixed it with an acrylic cage and his chastity pledge. Taking Junie’s advice, she gives an ultimatum. Alas, the BF splits, leaving Melanie desperate for relief. Hey, isn’t Michael available? He sure is (and he’s been caged for a year), but Junie has her price: Melanie.
The XXX Weekends: After their first-time lesbian session, Junie wants Melanie again. This time, Melanie does the negotiating–and gets an entire weekend with Michael. But Junie has her price: Melanie must submit to a stretching with her black bull to prepare her for the women’s XXX weekend in D.C.
Love For Rent: In Book 5, disaster strikes: Junie’s sexual hijinks land her in trouble with the law—she makes headlines and loses her job. What’s a girl to do? Rather than sit on her ass, Junie decides to sell it, along with the ass of her live-in girlfriend Melanie. The notoriety of her arrest catapults her into the upper echelons of high-end escorting, where her sexual adventures include a lesbian sex show with Melanie, sex on (not in) a luxury British car, and a three-way in a private jet at forty thousand feet.
Actually, it’s the ladies of The Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society doing their thing indoors because, you know, it’s winter in NYC. And not just topless (legal in public in NYC), but gloriously nude.
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E-Read Erotica Reviews: Rapid-fire and raunchy, with a strange turn into robotic love by the end which could be reality very soon.
In book 7 of Alison’s Erotic Adventures, our heroine’s reputation as a sexual athlete catches up to her: Alison is recruited to model for a high-tech sex robot! Her GF, Moriah, is the next sexual dynamo the geeks want to hook up to a bunch of sensors while she masturbates. One problem: She’s a gold star lesbian and a virgin. The computer model requires that she sleeps (ha!) with at least 4 men. What to do? I mean, it’s about advancing science and creating a mechanical sex surrogate to help sexually dysfunctional men. The solution? De-flower Moriah fast. Alison makes Moriah the main attraction at a bachelor’s party. Problem solved!
A thin line of yellow streaked the horizon, backlighting the high rises spread out below them. It was still night in the harbor. Alison yanked the T-shirt off Moriah and positioned her facing the overlook’s low stone wall and the glittering panorama below. In minutes the sun would peek out from behind the buildings and bathe the overlook in light. Running her hands over her girlfriend’s nude body, she pulled her closer. Then she reached into her backpack and glommed a fingertip with Vaseline. “Blossom your buttocks.”
Moriah bent her knees and jutted her ass. Alison swirled the cool jelly on Moriah’s asshole and pushed a finger past the sphincter to the second knuckle. Moriah jerked, her spine straightened and her little breasts jiggled. Alison’s other hand separated Moriah’s pussy lips, swollen and wet. She inserted first one, then two, fingers into Moriah’s tight hole.
“Fuck, Allie, what if someone…”
Before Alison could reply, morning light illuminated Moriah’s forehead. Alison fucked her from both sides, the heel of her hand grinding into her clit, while her other hand cupped her ass as it assaulted her asshole. The sunlight crept down Moriah’s face, illuminating her look of impending ecstasy like a saint in a medieval tapestry. Eyes closed, her breath came in hot, short spurts as her orgasm built. Moriah was nearly fully aroused and awake. Fluids leaked out of her and down Alison’s wrist. Alison’s thrusts made squelching noises as Moriah’s cunt muscles clenched tighter around her fingers. Alison alternated the pussy thrusts with the index finger deep in her rectum.
Alison whispered in her ear. “I don’t know this for a fact, but safe to say people down there with binoculars and telescopes are watching me finger-fuck you.” Moriah groaned, helpless and in thrall. “With the right magnification, I’m sure some rich pervert in his penthouse apartment is watching your little tits jiggle. He can see your hard nipples and your swollen, wet cunt glistening in the light while he’s beating off. Anyone who cares to look can see my little slut getting it in both her holes.”
Alison pulled out of her pussy and circled Moriah’s clit with two fingertips, spreading her wetness to the outer regions of her pussy and thighs. Her pubic hair, long and untrimmed, was sodden and matted. Moriah’s clit burned under the pressure. Her hips bucked as she fucked herself on Alison’s finger deep in her asshole.
Pussy musk filled Alison’s nostrils. She marveled at Moriah’s hard, lean body, now bathed in morning sunlight, her back arched, her knees spread, her cunt glowing in the bright morning sun. Her erect nipples atop her small breasts pointed up to the cloudless sky. As Alison’s fingers strummed her clit, fast and furiously, Moriah came, hips jerking, crying out as her release surged up to her head and down her back to Alison’s hand enveloping her ass. She surrendered to the delight as her orgasm shook her, shooting down her spine like a jolt of electricity.
Alison heard voices.
Word count: 7,800
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The genre? Fuck genre. The plot? No fucking plot. Character development? Bor-ing. (Take that, English majors.) How about 25,000 words of nonstop, explicit, body fluid-infused sex? (Wrap your e-reader in cellophane.) If this book doesn’t inspire an overwhelming urge to masturbate, seek medical attention.
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E-Read Erotica Reviews: I love this series. It just doesn’t care if it goes all porny and nasty and it talks to us with a filthy mouth because that’s what I need right now. Not anything soft, not anything written with a feathered and eloquent pen, but something primal and nasty that shocks me and takes my mind to a darkly filthy place. Something gritty, dirty, urban and sexual which is covered with sweat and all sorts of unmentionable bodily fluids because fuck it, my care for a world which pretends to be an orderly and nice place has just run out.
Alison reattached the cuffs to Moriah’s wrists and pushed the ball gag into her mouth.
Stepping back, she surveyed the situation. Alison, at five eight and a hundred and thirty, outweighed Moriah by more than twenty-five pounds and was a full head taller.
Alison’s full breasts nearly burst out of the teddy, and she had firm, muscular legs and big shoulders like a swimmer. Moriah, petite and nearly flat-chested, wasn’t as curvy. But her ass was round and protruding, like a slim boy’s. The smaller woman was at just the right height.
Alison strapped on a harness and dildo, slathered the fake cock with lube, and stepped behind Moriah.
Moriah jutted her ass in anticipation, her breath coming in short bursts. Alison guided the silicone cock head down Moriah’s crack to her swollen pussy, and pushed. Moriah’s muffled squeal told her she was on target. She gripped Moriah’s hips with both hands as her cock slid inside. Alison fucked her slowly, watching the dildo disappear inside her girlfriend with each stroke. Moving her hands up to Moriah’s tiny breasts, she kneaded her straining nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
“When you get off the plane from Milwaukee Friday night, I won’t be there to meet you,” she whispered in Moriah’s ear. “Take a cab to Ric’s Show Bar on Eastern Boulevard. Make sure the driver lets you off at the door—it’s a shitty part of town.”
Alison’s thrusts picked up speed. Spit dribbled out of Moriah’s mouth and bubbles flared from the sides of the ball gag as Alison fucked her faster and harder.
“Me, I’m going to dress down-home, East-side slut. You know, like I’m two years out of high school, no job, a killer body, and the food stamps are running out. Plunging neckline, pushup bra, ass out, micro mini,” Alison said, her hips banging into Moriah’s ass. “You know what happened in that bar two years ago, Mo? I fucked seven guys on a busted pool table in the back room. This time”— Moriah came again, the explosion so hard that the ball gag popped out of her mouth—“I’m going to fuck you on that pool table.”
Alison slowed her thrusting. “But here’s the thing,” she said. “We’re going to act like we don’t know each other. You’re going to walk into that bar, a dyke wandering into the wrong place, not knowing anyone. You’ll go to the bar, but you won’t sit next to me. I’m going to size you up, lick my lips, and start fucking lubricating as I think of the fun we’re going to have. I’m gonna pick you up, baby, thrill you and seduce you at the bar while all these steelworkers and salesmen and forklift drivers watch us, their mouths watering over my tits and ass, their hands on their cocks. Then I’m going to waltz you to that back room and fuck your brains out.”
Moriah gasped, dope-brained and helpless. Her mouth and chin were covered with spittle, her ass and inner thighs slick with her juices. Alison took Moriah’s face in both hands and slowly, gently kissed and licked her, cleaning up the mess.
“It’s gonna be so hot,” Alison cooed. “Four days without you, baby, I’ll be so fucking horny. Will you be horny for me?”
Moriah’s eyes focused. “Fuck, Allie, where do you come up with this stuff?”