Her Anonymous Lover (Anonymous Hot Sex with a Stranger at a Masquerade Club)
Anonymous Hot Sex with a Stranger at a Masquerade Club
Romance, Erotica, Contemporary
| Author: | Miranda Syn | ISBN: | 1230000013243 |
| Publisher: | Sultry Reads | Publication: | August 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Miranda Syn |
| ISBN: | 1230000013243 |
| Publisher: | Sultry Reads |
| Publication: | August 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
For Sarah, a masquerade party at her friend’s club is a great way to start the weekend—and scope out the hot men. There, a handsome masked stranger joins her on the dance floor, and she is swept off her feet in more ways than one by his gorgeous physique and his sensual assault on her senses. When he pulls her into an empty office to have his way with her, she is eager to comply and gives herself to her anonymous lover.
WARNING: This 3,300-word story contains graphic sexual language, sensual grinding on the dance floor, oral sex, and hot intercourse with a complete stranger, complete with shooting his load deep inside.
EXCERPT:
... He leaned down to kiss me, his lips hot against mine. The feathers of his mask tickled me as his tongue gliding across my lips, demanding entry. I opened to him and found myself assaulted with his heated kiss. My arms came to encircle his neck as I responded with similar passion. He let out a groan and broke the kiss, biting my neck before going back to dancing with me again.
My entire body was on fire. I’d never engaged in the usual grinding and foreplay that sometimes happened on the dance floor, but there was something about tonight that made me throw my inhibitions out the window. The sexual overtones in the decoration, the convenient shifting of shadows and light, the almost erotic beat of the music—all the elements came together into an incredibly hot atmosphere. The fact I was there among a crowd of masked strangers, with a man who hadn’t said a single word to me but whose cock I wanted to feel plunge inside my wet pussy, simply fanned the flames of desire.
We didn’t break eye contact as his hand glided down my press against my own stomach in an almost mirror move on his part. I caught my breath as his hand moved lower and he swirled his fingers against my mound. He slid his hand lower, teasing my pussy through my dress, a finger gliding against my clit. He was enjoying my reaction, his eyes heated as he watched me bite down a whimper. I moved my hand beneath his shirt, feeling his stomach quiver as I gently clawed him there before dipping a finger teasingly down the inside of his slacks.
He encircled my waist with his arm and almost bodily carried me off the dance floor, before setting me down gently and grabbing my hand. A part of me couldn’t believe I was letting myself be led away by a stranger, but my body sang with desire and my pussy was wet enough that my panties were almost soaked. I knew I wanted more than anything to be fucked by this man—this masked stranger with his large cock...
For Sarah, a masquerade party at her friend’s club is a great way to start the weekend—and scope out the hot men. There, a handsome masked stranger joins her on the dance floor, and she is swept off her feet in more ways than one by his gorgeous physique and his sensual assault on her senses. When he pulls her into an empty office to have his way with her, she is eager to comply and gives herself to her anonymous lover.
WARNING: This 3,300-word story contains graphic sexual language, sensual grinding on the dance floor, oral sex, and hot intercourse with a complete stranger, complete with shooting his load deep inside.
EXCERPT:
... He leaned down to kiss me, his lips hot against mine. The feathers of his mask tickled me as his tongue gliding across my lips, demanding entry. I opened to him and found myself assaulted with his heated kiss. My arms came to encircle his neck as I responded with similar passion. He let out a groan and broke the kiss, biting my neck before going back to dancing with me again.
My entire body was on fire. I’d never engaged in the usual grinding and foreplay that sometimes happened on the dance floor, but there was something about tonight that made me throw my inhibitions out the window. The sexual overtones in the decoration, the convenient shifting of shadows and light, the almost erotic beat of the music—all the elements came together into an incredibly hot atmosphere. The fact I was there among a crowd of masked strangers, with a man who hadn’t said a single word to me but whose cock I wanted to feel plunge inside my wet pussy, simply fanned the flames of desire.
We didn’t break eye contact as his hand glided down my press against my own stomach in an almost mirror move on his part. I caught my breath as his hand moved lower and he swirled his fingers against my mound. He slid his hand lower, teasing my pussy through my dress, a finger gliding against my clit. He was enjoying my reaction, his eyes heated as he watched me bite down a whimper. I moved my hand beneath his shirt, feeling his stomach quiver as I gently clawed him there before dipping a finger teasingly down the inside of his slacks.
He encircled my waist with his arm and almost bodily carried me off the dance floor, before setting me down gently and grabbing my hand. A part of me couldn’t believe I was letting myself be led away by a stranger, but my body sang with desire and my pussy was wet enough that my panties were almost soaked. I knew I wanted more than anything to be fucked by this man—this masked stranger with his large cock...
