Girly-Girl
by Thomas Briar
Date of Publication: January 18th 2018
Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Cover Artist: Rebecca K. Sterling
Genre: Interracial BDSM Erotica
Girly-Girl Guest Blog Post for The Book Junkie Reads Dec. 10:
Flash Fiction Erotica with Intro, Story Comments, and Bio
Hi Folks.
If you’ve been following my tour, you already know that my name is Thomas Briar and I write sizzling hot erotica stories.
For the record, I loved writing the guest blogposts for this tour. Unfortunately, this is the last one. Yep, all good things must come to an end.
Well, be that as it may, once again I’ve decided to show you what I can do in the writing instead of telling you.
So please enjoy another original, never before published, 973 word flash fiction erotica story with story comments posted below.
MAKE ME
by Thomas Briar
From underneath the shade of an umbrella, Misha watched a certain man amongst the attractive couples and single people sunbathing on the beach. In his early twenties, with a smooth, angular face and shoulder-length, blonde hair, he stood a short distance away spraying suntan oil onto his muscularly tanned chest and ripped abs. The blue board shorts he wore made him look sexy. The way he boldly returned her stare made him even more so.
She angled her head to peek over the top of her sunglasses, wetting her lips while thinking he was exactly what she wanted.
She already knew his name: Steve Towers. Occupation: Real estate developer. Place of residence: The oceanfront mansion perched on the cliff overlooking this beach. Lastly, and this was most important of all: He was available.
Could he be more bikini dropping perfect? She didn’t think so.
Waiting until he finished rubbing the lotion onto his chest and abs, she peeled one side of her skimpy bikini bottoms aside and sprayed on a sheen of oil. She took her time rubbing it into the tanline.
Immediately, he came over. “Hi. I’m Steve. We’re next door neighbors.”
“I know,” Misha said, peeling back the other side of the bikini bottoms to thoroughly coat the area before rubbing it in and spreading the excess oil from both sides down the inside of her sleek, tanned thighs. “I’ve been watching you watching me since you moved in yesterday.”
“Is that a complaint?” A hint of a smile surfaced.
“Just an observation.” She removed the bikini top next to spray her perky breasts, sensually rubbing the oil over the taut nipples before spreading the excess oil down her slender stomach.
“And…?” He plopped down on the beach blanket in front of her chair. Propping on an elbow, his eyes were level with her splayed knees.
“I think you like what you see.” She kept staring at him, wondering if he could make her come.
“Well, you certainly make an impression on a man.” He sighed, gaze straying up her body to linger on her face.
“On women, too. Sometimes.” She shrugged. “It’s according to what kind of mood I’m in.”
“What kind of mood are you in today?”
“You tell me.” She giggled. “You’ve been staring at me staring back at you since yesterday.”
“You want me to fuck you.” A sexy smile curled the corners of his lips.
“Yes, I do.” Misha raised eyebrows, noting that he’d not said, “You want to fuck me.” There was an unmistakable difference to true connoisseurs.
“Hard,” he added, devilishness dancing in his eyes.
“Oh, it doesn’t appear to be hard yet. But I’ll make it hard if you can catch me and make me.” She sprang from the chair, racing toward the open-air lift built in the cliff face a short distance away.
He caught up the moment she entered the lift, spinning her around and pressing his body against hers to trap her against the back wall. When she tried to squirm away, he pinned her arms behind her back.
A flood of potent eroticism flooded her bloodstream and swelled her clit to near bursting from the way his hard dick poked at her pussy through his shorts. She liked to be captured by a man, all control taken away to be made to do things seeming against her will. If it just happened to be in a public setting, all the better.
“I know what you want.” He inclined his head, lips almost touching hers, but not quite.
“You do?” she whispered breathlessly, a thrill of anticipation heightening her arousal.
He clutched her wrists one-handed behind her back to slide his other hand around her hip to slip it inside her bikini bottoms.
“Ooooh,” she cooed softly, eyes widening the moment two fingers slid inside her.
“So fucking wet.” He grinned. “Just the way I like.”
“It’s always wet,” Misha whispered with conviction, grinding her throbbing clit against the heel of his hand. The pleasure became all-encompassing as a sheen of sweat covered her. From somewhere deep inside, the subtle teasing of orgasm prompted boldness.
“I want to suck your cock,” she begged. “I want to feel you exploding inside my mouth. To taste your cum drenching my tongue. To swallow all of it down with a smile.”
“Only if you come extra hard for me.” He kept finger-fucking her and rubbing the heel of his hand against her clit.
“I’ll try.” Misha moaned, liking the idea of coming for him. She kept grinding her hips, striving for an earthshattering climax.
“Come on,” he prompted. “Give me everything you’ve got. Show me that you deserve to suck my cock.”
“Oh, oh, oh.” Misha strived harder, although she wasn’t anywhere close to coming. She needed this man to make her.
In a short time, her arousal waned, and she regretted her impetuousness. This tryst was a horrible mistake.
“Oh, no. Don’t you dare quit on me,” Steve growled. “Grind those hips and come for me. Come for me right now! Before I put you on orgasm restriction for a month.”
Under his masculine dominance, some kind of magical transformation occurred and Misha’s whole body became electrified and shuddered uncontrollably on the end of his fingers. Delightful spasms rocketed outward from her cunt as she squirted into his palm.
Without giving her time to recover, he released her wrists and placed both hands on her shoulders to push downward.
She straightened her knees, locking them in place, not bulging an inch. Giving up a glowing smile, she panted, “Now…you’ve…really…fucked…up.”
“How’s that?” he asked, nudging her shoulders downward again to no avail.
She inhaled deeply, catching her breath and smirking. “Because now you’re going to have to make me want to suck it.”
The End
Thomas Briar’s Story Comments: I really enjoyed writing this story. For one, I like using BDSM elements where it’s abundantly clear the couple is not in any type of BDSM relationship. I suppose this is because I believe those elements are incorporated into a lot of real life relationships without the couples even realizing it. Yep, it’s just a human thing.
Now for the question left unanswered: Did he make her? As the writer, I know he did. Of course, it would have been a lot of fun to have made this story longer to find out exactly how he accomplished it, but to keep this flash fiction the word count demanded I end it right where I did.
Stupid wordcount…
Anyway, that’s all I have for today.
As always, thanks for visiting with me!
Tagline: What will Tanisha do when she learns she can’t live without Levi’s wonderful presence in her life?
BLURB
Tanisha is a naughty virgin with way too many unfulfilled romantic fantasies.
Levi is an unconventional Dom with a penchant for BDSM and kinky sex.
On their first date, after both reveal shocking personal details, they enter a scorching hot D/s relationship based purely on fulfilling Tanisha’s most intimate romantic fantasies.
But nothing perfect ever lasts without first overcoming adversity. As the naughty virgin and her attentive Dom fall desperately in love, a veiled secret on her side and his unspoken desire threaten to snatch away their happily ever after.
Excerpt
“Have you’ve
seen anything you want to take home with you?” Levi asked.
“Oh, I see
something.” Tanisha purposely let her gaze flow up and down his body to linger
on his midriff. “But you promised not to kiss or fuck me for thirty days,
remember?”
He frowned
wistfully. “I really did, didn’t I?”
“You did.” She
took great pleasure in pointing this out because it was obvious that he now
thought the time frame ridiculous. Same as her.
Wanting to make
him further regret the impetuous decree, she did the most provocative thing she
could think of. While looking him straight in the eyes, she struck a pose with
one hand on a hip. Tilting her head sideways and sending over the most
seductive look possible, she cupped a breast with her opposite hand, using
fingertips to rub the outline of the taut nipple underneath the clinging vinyl.
Then she slowly slid the hand down her body to the front of the ruffled skirt.
Upon reaching the hem, she delved underneath, passing the tip of the middle
finger between the slickened lips of her pussy. Bringing the finger forth,
glistening with wetness, she held it out toward him.
He discreetly
licked his lips, eyes following the finger as she placed it against her own lips
to suck the wetness away.
Withdrawing the
finger and lapsing into a giggle, she raised eyebrows most innocently, asking,
“Still photography next?”
“Your choice,”
he stated in a husky voice. “And don’t do that again. I’m trying to be a
gentleman, remember?”
“Are you sure
you don’t want a little taste for yourself?” She stared deeply into his eyes.
“I’ll give you a little taste if you want?”
Author Info
Edgy and provocative in his writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every erotic story he creates. To date, he’s written a wide variety in the subgenres of New Adult, Contemporary, Historical, Interracial, and BDSM. He also takes great pride in the fact that he writes the type of erotic stories that twist and turn as the hero and heroine strive wholeheartedly to get exactly what they want from each other.
Which means most of his stories run on the hotter side of the erotica genre with his characters indulging in the type of sex that some would call smutty. In fact, his descriptive writing style and graphic sex scenes will certainly evoke a reaction. Hopefully, a positive one, but he’s making no promises. Not everyone likes to be made to feel as if they are present in the scene, surreptitiously watching the sexual tension and eroticism playing out right before their very eyes. For, without a doubt, writing scorching hot sex scenes is Thomas’ absolute favorite thing about writing erotica. Well, that, and making sure his characters end up living happily ever after.
So…if you choose to pick up one of his stories, make sure to keep an open mind. Simply put, Thomas Briar’s books aren’t for everyone.
Feel free to check out his website at http://thomasbriar.com to find out more about Thomas.
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