Freaky #Fetish Friday: Author @dxluc Takes Over Taboo’s Center Stage with Her #Erotica #ShortStories
Welcome to Freaky Fetish Friday here at Taboo. You may have noticed we’ve been away for a bit. There’s a lot going on behind the scenes with our remodel and build of our second nightclub on the island getaway Temptations Resort. When we have more information on that to share, you all will be the first to hear about it.
For those of you who are visiting us for the first time, I’m Luscious Lia Michaels, co-owner and host of this establishment. My partner here and at home is also Taboo’s Head Bartender. Tony can whip up any drink you desire but his specialties are margaritas. In honor of today’s guest: the Smokey Watermelon-Jalapeno Margarita. The glass is rimmed with smoked salt. If you like the sweet, salty taste of margaritas with the added kick of jalapenos and a touch of smokey flavor, this one is for you!
So who is our guest today? Why it’s the fabulous, smokey, sultry, spicy DX Luc. She writes fabulous taboo fantasy erotica. Today she’s sharing one of her revamped books Hot Shots. So sit back with your smokey margarita and listen as DX tells the tales…
Why sex toys and domination is the way to go!
When I decided to write the two shorts, Spring Cleaning and Summer’s Break for my book Hot Shots, I had plenty in mind. Something that I hadn’t seen. An erotica where one story had absolutely no sexual intercourse and another where a young college boy found himself at the mercy of his boss’s hot, cougar wife.
I mean think about it. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to not have to clean your home but instead go through your sex toys? Only with the help of a hot, hottie that tells you how to use them and decides if they stay or go? Or what about hating your job because your boss is a jerk and get that bonus you totally deserve from his wife who knows exactly how to make you cum just with her Dominatrix attitude?
Oh hold on, my phone is ringing.
Hello? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m going to show off the excerpts. Just hold your horses! Uh…sorry. No, no Mrs. Dickerman. I didn’t mean…Okay. Sorry ma’am.
Sorry, that was Mrs. Dickerman. She’s in Gordon Summer’s story, Summer’s Break. It’s time I shared the sexy excerpts from both tales. Enjoy!
Sam wandered over to her dresser where she had her iPod resting. He picked up the pink and white object, nodding with approval before returning to her side. “Let’s take a step back now. Do you like music?”
She trembled uncontrollably and observed his serious countenance as he plugged a cord into the musical device that looked similar to her earbuds. Attached to the lengthy wire was a long silver phallus.
Sam scrolled through her music several minutes before smiling in satisfaction while sliding his gaze over to hers. “Time to dance, baby.”
Oh, lordy lord! What was he planning to do now?
“Why? Why won’t you just let me come, already?” Leanore’s pleas fell on deaf ears and while she could have easily ended her torment by removing the slender vibrator, she found herself enjoying the way her body was being teased.
Sam had picked the longest song she had and kept it on loop for the last thirty minutes. Sweat trickled between her breasts and worst of all, he had docked the iPod, so she could hear Donna Summer’s Love to Love You Baby. She kept tensing when the tempo increased along with the pulsations deep within her. As the crescendo cycled back, she ascended along with the chorus into a state of euphoric insanity.
He sat in a chair that he’d grabbed from her kitchen and watched as she inched toward the precipice of ecstasy. Then his mouth melted into a lopsided grin when the music died down while leaving her frustrated and over sensitized.
“Aww, Beautiful. Too much for you? I thought you liked this song,” he whispered the words and slid the glistening toy from her pussy. Locking eyes with her, he licked her cream from the device, before placing it in her growing ‘keep’ pile.
What that expert tongue could do for her!
He looked away to choose the next instrument of ecstasy.
All Leanore had left were unused gag gifts she won at various bachelorette parties and sexy toy events but she’d always been unsure about using them. Now she had sexy Sam here, helping her make valid choices in the most erotic of ways. She wished every spring cleaning could be like this.
Swallowing past his hesitation, he dropped the underwear and stepped out of them. Summer licked his lips and took a deep breath, waiting for her to speak. He couldn’t fathom it, but all he wanted was to please her in every way. No other woman made him respond so intensely.
“Have you eaten yet, Mr. Summer?” She queried in a cool manner.
Eyes lowered, he shook his head. “I only had a protein shake, ma’am. But it was filling enough.”
Mrs. Dickerman relaxed back against her headboard, stroking her stomach with the tip of the riding crop. She lowered it and directed it between her open thighs. “Then you best come and eat, boy. And don’t be lazy about it, or I’ll slap your ass.”
His erection grew substantially harder and larger as he complied without delay. Climbing onto the bed, Summer settled onto his stomach and ignored the tingle the scratchy comforter applied to the sensitive head of his penis. With the tip of his tongue, he laved over her outer labia, thrilling in their softness before inching closer to the inner seam. Her folds glistened and the moment he lashed over her pink, swollen clitoris Mrs. Dickerman moaned low.
Summer repeated stopping to blow cool air over his wet trail and she hissed in pleasure. Spurred with her obvious bliss at his expert mouth skills, he dove in and sucked the hard nub between his lips. He attacked her clit like a starving man, drawing upon her silky flesh like it was a pacifier. Her nails dug into his hair, pressing his face deeper against her pussy. A sharp sting blistered his left buttock and when he tried to pull back, she held him steady leaving him only able to look up into her eyes.
“Do more than suck me, Mr. Summer. Lick me like a lollipop and get me wet. I want you to make me cum on those sexy lips.” She pushed his head down while at the same time opening her thighs wider.
He didn’t need any more instruction, darting his tongue into her sugary hole. Summer wriggled deeper inside while wanting to reach up and stay connected to her forever. On a stranger note, he realized he wanted the bite of the crop again and shook his ass in a silent plea.
She chuckled and glided the leather over his skin. “You want the pain do you, pretty boy? You want to be my toy, Mr. Summer?” Mrs. Dickerman yanked on his head so that he was pried from his feast.
Tasting her cream on his lips, he gulped down her womanly taste. “Yes, ma’am, I do. Please?”
An avid reader since I was a child, I never found a book I disliked. Mostly, you could find me lost in Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, or Ernest Hemingway, and my most favorite, Ancient Greek literature. Taking my love of books, I started writing poetry, short stories, and even helped with screen writes for my drama club.
By the time I was in my teens, my older sister introduced me to my first romance novel, The Hawk and the Dove by Virginia Henley. The moment I fell into the world of love, I was hooked, and my addiction for more grew until I found myself delving deeper into the erotic.
After being convinced that I had the skills to try my hand at writing, I went to work on my first story Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. And since being published, I’ve not looked back.
Now, as a busy mom of three, with one on the way, that homeschools, drives to activities, and manages to find time to just take a breath, I have to say, I love being naughty when I get the chance. It’s freeing and I wouldn’t want it any other way!
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