• About
  • Bright’s Ferry
  • Collections
  • Coming Soon
  • Hearts of Stone
  • Looking For More Lily?
  • Shorts/Novellas
  • Stand-Alone Novels
  • The Kringles

Lily Rede

~ Writer of hot contemporary romance, paranormal, and steamy romantic suspense.

Lily Rede

Tag Archives: erotic romance

All the NEW things.

04 Tuesday Jun 2019

Posted by LilyRede in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

ebooks, erotic romance, holiday romance, paranormal romance, romance, romantic suspense

Good morning, readers! It’s been a while, I know, but I’m so glad to be back! I’ve been struggling with some family illness – and stress is just the worst when it comes to being creative. However, today seems like a good day to send out an update and get the gears moving – the WIPs may be a little dusty, but there’s some serious sexy underneath.

First things first – I’m starting a monthly newsletter! If you’re reading this, you’ve probably figured that out from the pop-up subscription form – I haven’t decided if that’s the best way to go, but I’m going to give it a try. You can also always sign up using the LOOKING FOR LILY? tab above. Each month, you’ll get excerpts and updates, and some short stories or vignettes from some of my favorite worlds – THE KRINGLES, BRIGHT’S FERRY, and some new places I’ve been cooking up.

What’s up next in terms of reads?

I have a bunch of projects that are 90% ready to go, so I’m hoping to roll those out over the next few months. First up, a summer release for SAFE FROM THE STORM, which I get so many questions about. This October, I’ll have the second BEWITCH ME collection, and for the holidays, Ethan Kringle for your Christmas stocking.

I’ve also been delving into historicals for the first time, and that’s been a lot of fun – no less sexy, but with more petticoats. However, the rest of the year is going to be about launching long-promised titles – I’ll throw a few excerpts of the new worlds into the newsletter, and of course, watch this space for updates and news, and a little more insight into the day-to-day of my writing process.

LESSON OF THE DAY, writers and artists – don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t get another chance. We only stop when there are no more stories to tell.

Have a lovely Tuesday!

xoxo,

Lily

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

EXCERPT!!! Kringles and Kvetching…

27 Sunday Nov 2016

Posted by LilyRede in Excerpts, The Kringle Boys, The Kringle Girls

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

christmas, ebooks, erotic romance, holiday, Kringle Boys, Kringles, magic, paranormal romance, romance, santa, sexy

Anybody else so over 2016?  Aside from the Cubs bringing joy to the world, it’s been a slog all around – and the pages have suffered.  What to do?

How about making 2017 all about fun, sexy reads to fill your e-reader?  Let’s start with a new Kringle book – ETHAN (The Kringle Boys #2) is coming up just in time to distract you from your relatives this holiday season.  I’ll have a blurb and a release date up in a couple of days, but let’s just say that Jack Frost’s chilly son is going to get a bit of a warm-up from a sexy scientist in his Antarctic fortress. There will be penguins.  This might be the strangest Kringle book yet, but I’m hoping you’ll find it as funny and hot as I do.

Ethan Main

Meanwhile, you’ve got a few days to catch up on the Kringles!  Here’s the collection of Kringle Girls:

The Kringle Girls - SMALL

And here’s Nick, along with an excerpt to get you going:

Nick - SMALL

Bah, humbug. Nick Kringle is having a rotten Christmas. A huge disappointment to his chilly, holiday-stomping father, Jack Frost, Nick’s punishment for his refusal to take on the family business is exile to the human world, no magic allowed. Luckily, his North Pole relatives take pity on him, letting him run Santa’s big city candy factory and store. But Nick never counted on having to deal with customers, elves, or Santa’s nitpicky Candy Manager, the lovely but tightly wound Phoebe Winters. He’s never had a sweet tooth before, but everything about her has his mouth watering for a taste, despite the fact that they come from different worlds.

Phoebe Winters is determined to be the best Candy Manager that Santa has ever had, even though it means controlling her magical sugar addiction and her impossible attraction to Nick Kringle. Santa’s nephew has no right to be so hot, especially when he seems to be as coldhearted as his chilly father. But when a dangerous saboteur puts Santa’s magical candy supply in jeopardy right before the holiday, Phoebe and Nick must work together to repair the damage and save Christmas. Can Phoebe melt the icy shell around Nick’s heart? Or will the cold sweep away any chance of holiday-ever-after?

EXCERPT:

Nick grudgingly admitted that the candy shop was a great idea.  Customers entered, lured by the smell of sugar and spice, wide-eyed and jittery at the sight of the elves. They quickly relaxed as the chipper little creatures heaped smiles, attention, and free samples on them, and left with boxes and bags of cheerfully wrapped candy and cookies.

When closing time came, Nick was surprised – the hour had flown. Wanting to get the caramel cookies set before he closed up for the night, he’d sent the rest home with a gruff, “Thanks,” feeling unaccountably warm and pleased with himself when Mirabelle hopped up to pinch his cheek.

The soft squeak from the doorway to the factory had him looking up.

Phoebe stood there, staring at him as though he’d grown another head.

“About this morning—” he began, determined to at least get them back to civility.

Phoebe held up a hand.

“It’s okay. Let’s just put it behind us. I thought you didn’t want anything to do with this?”

She fluttered a hand to encompass the candy shop with its rows of sweets in enticing, old-fashioned jars along every shelf.

“I’m coming around,” admitted Nick with a grin.

Phoebe drew in a sharp breath, and her eyes drifted down to his hands. And stayed there.

Intuition tickled the back of Nick’s neck, and he examined the petite half-elf by the door. She seemed reluctant to come all the way inside the shop. And the way she was looking at his hands…

Nick poured the sticky mess onto the marble slab and started kneading it, adding powdered sugar as the caramel goo began to hold its shape.

“Would you like a taste?”

The words popped out of him. If possible, Phoebe grew even stiffer in the doorway.

“I don’t…sample,” said Phoebe coldly, her tone as frigid as the icy fields of home.

“Never?”

“No.”

“Because you don’t like candy,” he prodded.

“Yes. I mean, no. No, I don’t.”

“Suit yourself.”

Shrugging as he dismissed the odd sensation that he was missing something, Nick wrapped the ball of dough in plastic and reached for the sink to wash his caramel-coated hands, absently popping his finger in his mouth to suck the gooey goodness off his thumb. Another soft squeak had him looking up.

He froze.

Phoebe’s eyes were wide and bright, flitting between his fingers and his mouth, her skin flushed, and she was doing a rotten job controlling her breathing as an excited little pant escaped her lips. Nick was shocked to see that the prickly half-elf was nearly bubbling over with repressed arousal. She looked ready to explode at the lightest brush of skin against skin.

Nick knew elves were susceptible to sugar – they craved it, had to have it, and used it to soothe, to comfort, and to fuel their magical ability. Phoebe claimed to dislike it, but Nick had never seen a reaction quite like this – he’d seen elves lust over candy, but she was quivering as though he’d taken a long, fat candy cane and slid it into her throbbing pussy. His inner devil grinned even as blood rushed southward.

She doesn’t hate candy.

Forgetting the sink, he moved around the counter.

“What are you doing?”

Phoebe skittered around the edge of the room, avoiding him, stopping in front of the closed front door. The shades were drawn, the door frosted glass. They were completely alone.

“Sure you don’t want a lick?” asked Nick, holding up his hand, moving ever so carefully closer, like a lion stalking its prey.

Phoebe stepped back until the door prevented her from retreating further, her clipboard clutched in a death grip in front of her as though to ward him off. Bells jangled above as she pressed herself flat.

“It’s good,” he murmured, “Warm, buttery, rich. Perfect for drizzling all over warm skin so that I can lap it off, one delicious lick at a time.”

Phoebe moaned. Nick’s cock tightened painfully.

He wasn’t sure when teasing turned to seduction, but despite her buttoned up demeanor, he had to admit that everything about Phoebe flooded his mind with naughty fantasies he was dying to make reality. Their animosity of earlier suddenly seemed like foreplay, and Nick was beginning to think he might actually lose his mind if he didn’t get his mouth on her within the next thirty seconds. He’d never responded to a woman like this, but didn’t have the brain cells to examine it, because she shocked him, grabbing his wrist in a firm grip and bringing his fingers to her mouth. The clipboard clattered to the ground.

Oh God.

Phoebe was still holding back, breathing in the scent of caramel, watching it drip slowly down his hand, practically shaking. Nick swiped her lower lip with one finger, spreading sticky sugar.

Soft.

“Open your mouth, Phoebe.”

His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and he felt heat surge through him as she obeyed, her tongue darting out to lick it away, eager and hot. The sound she made was so throaty and delicious, he shuddered in reaction, wrapping his free arm around her waist to pull her tight against him, his cock hard enough to pound nails, pressed into the softness of her belly. Nick couldn’t even be insulted that she didn’t seem to notice, because that gorgeous mouth was on him now, savoring the caramel on his skin, slowly sucking his fingers inside, one at a time, rooting for every little trace of sugar. Her eyelids fluttered down as pleasure suffused her face. It didn’t look like she was planning to release him anytime soon.

Nick absorbed each lick and hot little suck with greed. He wanted her mouth on him, everywhere. He wanted to feel her exploring his chest, his abs, with the same hunger. He wanted to watch her take his cock down her throat, stretching her lips with each sumptuous stroke.

Nick groaned.

SWEET, SHE THOUGHT. SO incredibly sweet.

Phoebe lapped up the caramel, hungry for all of it, feeling the magic of sugar zing through her system. And the taste of his skin was delicious – salty and hot and addictive.

There’s a reason I shouldn’t be doing this.

Happy Holidays!

xoxo, Lily

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

Sexy and Unfinished

05 Tuesday Jan 2016

Posted by LilyRede in Bright's Ferry, Collections, Cover Art, Hearts of Stone, Rift Guardians, Safe From the Storm, Shadow of the Raven, The Kringle Boys

≈ 3 Comments

Tags

amazon, Bright's Ferry, cat burglar, ebooks, erotic romance, Halloween, holiday romance, kindle, lily rede, magic, paranormal romance, romance, romantic suspense, werewolves

It’s 2016!  Thank goodness.  Looking back over my pages, 2015 was not my best effort.  No excuses, just bad scheduling!  But it’s a new year – I have a fair amount of reorganizing to do on this blog, but more importantly, this is the year to finish the unfinished goodies that have been driving me batty for weeks if not months. Take a look:




Fun, right?  All of these are in some state of “somewhat done” to “nearly done” to “polish, polish, polish.” And they don’t include the Regency series I started last year as well!  So, my New Year’s resolutions are as follows:

  1. Update the site!
  2. An excerpt for you all every single week.
  3. Publish, publish, publish!

Hope your year is productive and full of sexy, wonderful reads you just can’t put down! I’m going to stock up on energy bars and coffee and get to it.  Stop by tomorrow for an excerpt!

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

I Wish I Had Helper Elves…

08 Tuesday Dec 2015

Posted by LilyRede in The Kringle Boys, The Kringle Girls, Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

christmas, e-book, ebooks, erotic romance, fiction, holidays, lily rede, magic, naughty, nice, paranormal romance, romance, santa, sexy

…with excellent typing skills.  They would make things so much faster!

THE KRINGLE BOYS #2 is coming up fast – I had to put everything else aside to focus on it, and the edits are driving me bonkers!  Excerpt coming up this weekend (and maybe one on Monday, too).  Hoping for a release date of the 15th, so stay tuned!

It’s snowing on my blog!  When did that happen?

Ethan Main

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

Coming Next Week – Bewitch Me More!

23 Friday Oct 2015

Posted by LilyRede in Collections

≈ 1 Comment

Tags

anthology, e-book, ebooks, erotic, erotic romance, fiction, Halloween, lily rede, magic, paranormal romance, romance, sexy, short stories, short story, witches

The best laid plans…

I had to push BEWITCH ME MORE a few days – family drama intrudeth!  However, it’s all settled now, and I’m looking forward to bringing you hot and witchy fun next week, just in time for Halloween!  I’ll toss up an excerpt in the next couple of days as well.

Here are the titles of the new stories included in BEWITCH ME MORE to whet your appetite!

BAD CANDY- A single mom takes the neighborhood warlock to task for his poor Halloween spirit, but gets caught up in naughty magical fun with him and the sexy spirit creature he accidentally conjured up.

SUGAR & SPICE – When a feisty reporter tries to seduce her way into a VIP Halloween party, the warlock bouncer she’s been flirting with has finally had enough and decides it’s time to give in to temptation and teach them both a lesson about seduction.

THE MAGIC HOUR – A mortal’s attempt to seduce his sexy, workaholic witch boss is hampered by the re-appearance of her trollish (literally!) ex-boyfriend.

ALL HALLOW’S EVE – Upon realizing that his succubus ex-girlfriend has hidden herself away from the world after a trauma, a sorcerer tracks her down to convince her to give herself and them another chance.

I can’t wait to hear what you all think!  I’ll have an updated release date after the weekend.

xoxo

Bewitch Me More

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

Sexy Halloween GOOD STUFF Available Now!

12 Monday Oct 2015

Posted by LilyRede in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

e-book, erotic, erotic romance, fiction, Halloween, lily rede, magic, paranormal romance, romance, sexy, short stories, short story, witches

Need a little sexy Halloween magic to spice up your October?

AVAILABLE NOW:

The Good Stuff

Gail Martingale isn’t a bad witch, but everything about her boss Finn Parker makes her want to be – he’s the good stuff, top shelf, out of her league. The gorgeous partner at the law office where Gail works is a major distraction for a career-minded witch, but Gail is determined to break the stereotype that witches are sex-crazed beings with poor impulse control. So that means hands off! But when a frustrated Gail conjures up a sex toy with Finn Parker in mind, she is horrified to find that she’s summoned the man himself. What’s a witch to do?

Finn has never been a woman’s sex toy before, and being popped in whenever a certain hot little witch is feeling frisky is infuriating, but at the same time, impossible to resist. But he can’t deny that she makes his boring life more interesting. Can Finn convince Gail to give a real relationship a chance before she finds a way to undo the magic that binds them together? Finn is determined to make it happen, even if it means embracing his new role as a sex toy, again and again and again.

*******

There will be four more short Halloween stories in the upcoming BEWITCH ME MORE (Bewitch Me, Vol.2) – available around Oct. 20th or whenever I finish editing, but until then, you can check out more magical fun and games in Volume 1:

Bewitch Me

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

Halloween Sneak Peek!

07 Wednesday Oct 2015

Posted by LilyRede in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

anthology, ebooks, erotic romance, excerpt, fiction, Halloween, Hump Day, lily rede, paranormal romance, romance, sexy, short stories, short story

Coming Soon!

I’m hoping to have this up over the weekend, but here’s some cover art and an excerpt to get your Hump Day going.

The Good Stuff

EXCERPT:

THE GREEN-EYED WITCH was staring at him again, this time in the elevator.  Finn had a hard time ignoring it, because he really wanted to stare back and get a better look at those hypnotic eyes, the curve of her lips.

He wanted to count her freckles with his tongue.

She was wearing another simple gray suit, cut conservatively.  It only hinted at the lush curves Finn was convinced were hidden under that boxy jacket.

The doors opened on the fifty-second floor and the other passengers filed out, leaving them alone for the climb to eighty-seven.

“Do you have any plans for Halloween, Mr. Parker?”

It took Finn a moment to realize that the pretty witch was actually talking to him, and God help him, the husky sound of her voice had his cock taking serious notice.

“No.  Just work.  My building doesn’t get a lot of trick-or-treaters.”

He smiled apologetically.

“I’m so sorry, but I don’t know your name, Ms….”

“Gail Martingale.”  Her voice was crisp, the hint of disappointment obvious.

Gail.

They rose a few more awkwardly silent floors and Finn mentally punched himself in the balls.

“I’m sure you have much more interesting plans than I do, Ms. Martingale.  From what I understand, the magical community goes all out.”

“They do.  But I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet.  Staying home and watching horror movies in my PJs sounds a little more appealing than the party scene this year.”

She gave him a look he couldn’t decipher, but he was distracted, the thought of her wrapped in soft garments that had been washed a million times taking over his brain and raising his temperature.  They would hug every curve – a worn tank top, perhaps, and a skimpy pair of boyshorts that had a tendency to ride up her hips.

Finn took a sharp breath, swallowing as his mouth went dry, grateful that his folded overcoat hid his burgeoning erection.  At this rate, he was going to have to jerk off in his private washroom if he had any hope of getting things done today.

“That sounds…like fun,” he managed.

Gail smiled.

Suddenly, the elevator lurched, pushing her into his arms as it ground to a halt.  Adrenaline surging, Finn dropped his coat and briefcase, catching her instinctively, hearing her little gasp as her body crushed against his.  The lights flickered, an alarm going off.  Finn took a deep breath, his racing heart calming as rational thought kicked back in – the building was new, state of the art.  They were perfectly safe.

“Are you – ”

The words got caught in his throat as he registered the curve of her waist under his hands, the toned thighs that pressed against his as their legs tangled, and the soft fullness of her breasts against his chest.  His cock was an iron brand pressing into the softness of her stomach, and her eyes widened as she registered the contact, then dark lashes swept down, pink tinging her cheeks.

“I’m sure we’ll be moving again in a minute,” she murmured breathlessly, her green eyes half-lidded.

Was it his imagination or did she press a little closer?

She smelled incredible, like crisp apples and something slightly spicy.

Her hand was gripping his bicep, but instead of letting go, she slid it down his forearm to where he held her by the waist, her hand touching his, the skin-to-skin contact wiping every rational though from his brain.  She rubbed the sensitive spot between his thumb and forefinger for a brain melting second before pulling back.  His body protested the sudden loss of her soft warmth.

Then the lights flickered back to full power, and the elevator jerked once, and then started its smooth upward climb again.  The whole incident had only lasted a couple of minutes, but Finn’s mind was reeling, his body tight and aching from the shocking intimacy of an accidental moment in a dark elevator.  Before he could get his vocal cords to emit something other than a lustful growl, the scent of apples and spice in his lungs, the elevator was coming to a halt, and Gail Martingale slipped out as though she couldn’t wait to get away from him.  Finn gathered his fallen coat and briefcase and followed more sedately, absently rubbing the spot where she’d touched him, watching her scurry off, straightening her jacket and probably completely unaware that she’d turned him inside out.

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

A FREEBIE and a Fresh Start! PLAYING HOOKY (TEACH ME TONIGHT #1)

18 Thursday Jun 2015

Posted by LilyRede in Collections, Playing Hooky, Teach Me Tonight

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

beach, e-book, erotic, erotic romance, lily rede, romance, short story, summer, tropical

Hello, my beloved readers!

I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been completely absent here lately.  Apologies – life got in the way, and I had to just step back and deal with it.  But I’m happy to be back and hope to pick up where I left off!

Right now, I’m up to my ears trying to finish SAFE FROM THE STORM, which is so close, I can taste it (and how does it taste?  HOT!!!  Is that TMI? LOL…)

To get your summer off to a good start, here’s one of my favorite summer shorts to read over your lunch break, or on the subway, or when you desperately need to get away from the other inhabitants of the house.  May we all have sexy anthropologists and tropical beaches in our lives.

Playing Hooky - SMALLThanks for sticking with me – there are some great stories coming up this year and I can’t wait to share them with you!

xoxo,

Lily

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

EXCERPT!!! The Club, a WIP

14 Friday Feb 2014

Posted by LilyRede in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

erotic romance, excerpt

Hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day!  

I wanted to give you an excerpt of something new.  I’m not quite sure what this is – maybe a short, maybe a novella, maybe something longer, but it’s the story of a straight-laced young woman who gets involved with a very hot mechanic with a teensy weensy exhibitionist streak…LOL…I’m having fun with it.  This started out as my “warm up” pages, the brain dump I start with to get the brain rolling in the  morning, but now there’s enough of it that I’ve started thinking about where it’s going.

Here’s the first part.  I might put up the first naughty excerpt later this week. 🙂

EXCERPT:

LOTTE CAVENAUGH HADN’T FELT THIS good in years.  Of course, it was also the first time that she’d had more than an obligatory glass of champagne at some dour benefit or corporate function in more years than she could remember.  And it was her first time in a strip club.  She was decidedly tipsy, a bit turned on, and loving every minute of it.

“Look at you,” giggled Alice Feldman as they stumbled out of the club into the cool night air, “A shot of tequila and two lemon drops and you’re three sheets to the wind.  You’re such a lightweight.”

Lotte tried to glare at her assistant turned co-conspirator, but that only lead to more giggling, until they were both leaning against the wall outside the club, gasping for breath.

“So what did you think of your first strip club?” asked the curvy redhead, resettling her glasses on her nose, the crystals sparkling from the corners.

She’d switched out her usual frames for glittery cat’s eyes that matched the sequined rubber band of a dress that made her look like a bubbly disco queen.  At the office, Alice was the perfect assistant – smart, efficient, and better than an army of bodyguards with laser-equipped pitbulls at keeping the vultures away from her boss.  Lotte had hired her in her own fit of rebellion after the last assistant Fred had foisted on her had turned out to be yet another supercilious bottom feeder.  Ten minutes into interviewing Alice, Lotte knew they were going to be best friends. 

And they were. 

Alice took care of her, kept her on track and helped her juggle the myriad responsibilities that came with managing a giant fortune and one of the country’s largest philanthropic organizations.  She also spend a serious amount of time reminding Lotte that it was crucial to have a life, and went out of her way to help Lotte have fun.

Which was why they were standing outside a strip club in the middle of the night, drunk on fun and lemon drops.

“Male revue,” said Lotte, and dissolved into giggles again.

“All those lovely muscles,” sighed Alice, “We should have stayed.”

“No way,” retorted Lotte, “A tasteless strip show is one thing.  An after hours sex club is something completely different.  How did you even find this place?”

Alice grinned.

“Mama has ways,” she said cryptically.

It had taken Alice a solid week of pleading to get Lotte to venture out on a Friday night to check out an all-male strip show at a downtown club.  But three steps in the door, Lotte had been ready to turn around and go home – on every table, every wall was a notice reminding patrons that at 2am, the club shifted from a tame little skin show to something darker, naughtier, and completely out of the realm of what Lotte was comfortable with.  Alice finally coaxed her into staying with the promise that they would be out well before the descent into the sexual Wonderland began, and after a couple of drinks, Lotte forgot to be nervous, enjoying the hard bodies and enthusiasm of the audience, even though she wouldn’t have been able to come up with a catcall if she tried.  It wasn’t until the lights started flashing, signaling the five-minute warning, that she came to her senses and dragged a protesting Alice out the door.

“I wonder what they’re doing in there?” said Alice, licking her lips suggestively.

“Nothing I need to see,” said Lotte firmly.

I’m not that drunk.

But the question sparked a surprising pulse between Lotte’s thighs.

“Oh, come on, Lotte, when was the last time you got laid?  Wait, I can tell you.  It was that guy at from the clean water initiative.”

Lotte glared at her friend.

“Keeping track of my sex life is not part of your job, you know.  And even if I were going to live out a fantasy with some muscled stranger, it wouldn’t be on stage in club.  With an audience.”

“Such a buzz kill.  Just think about it, Lotte.  Anonymous sex with a guy whose job it is to use his hips to drive you crazy.”

Lotte had to laugh.

“Even if I were interested, Alice, can you imagine what would happen if someone recognized me?  I can just see the headline now – Cavanaugh heiress caught in sex club scandal.”

Alice waved her hand dismissively.

“Like you would ever run into anyone you know in there,” she said.

“Why are we even discussing this?” asked Lotte, shrugging on her coat over the simple gray satin sheath she wore – the closest thing to “party clothes” that she owned.

Alice’s phone pinged.

“Sweet!  My brother’s having a party at his place.  Wanna go hang with impoverished grad students and flirt outrageously over pizza and beer?  Don’t look at me like that.  Two years ago, those were my people.”

“Pass,” said Lotte, “It’s the middle of the night and I’ve got brunch with Fred and the woman he wants to hire to head up our literacy program.”

“Have you ever heard of sleeping in on a Saturday?  Read the comics, play with the dog, have pancakes in bed while you watch cartoons?”

Lotte frowned.

“I’ll take that as a no,” said Alice, shaking her head, “Well, at least you came out tonight.  Baby steps.  Come on, let’s get a cab.”

Lotte patted her pockets.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I left my phone inside.”

Alice smirked.

“I guess we’ll have to go back in and get it.”

Her phone pinged again as Lotte’s entire body froze in horrified realization.

“Bring pizza.  And beer.  And milk and tacos and toilet paper,” read Alice, “Apparently my brother’s out of grocery money again.”

Lotte grabbed her by a handful of silver sequins and hailed a passing cab.

“Go.  I’ll take care of it.”

“You’re going in?” squeaked Alice, and Lotte rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to ask the bouncer to get my phone.  I’ll be fine.”

Lotte hugged her friend and pushed her toward the waiting cab.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She waited for Alice’s sparkling form to disappear into the cab before turning determinedly back to the door of the club.  It was a few minutes past the hour, and the line at the door was still long, the music thumping from inside.

A sex club, thought Lotte, the very idea making her tense, even as that telltale sensation throbbed between her thighs again.

She’d never seen what the big deal was about sex.  Her few boyfriends had been less than memorable, and most of the time, the act wasn’t worth the effort.   Men invariably found her frigid and unadventurous, and it seemed like a waste of time to explain that she was just bored.  Lotte knew instinctively that she always sought out the same polished, professional  type because they were safe – men in her social sphere, men who would never do anything unpredictable, anything that might make her or the family look bad.

Lotte was the last of the Cavanaughs.  She’d lost her parents and sister in a plane crash just after her college graduation, and since then, had been highly aware of what the world expected of her.  She was a workaholic, determined to maintain the family legacy of using their enormous wealth to make the world a better place.  Boyfriends and sex and fun always seemed to take a backseat.

Except of course, for those nights when Alice dragged her out for an adventure – the fairgrounds, a concert, bowling – all those places that normal people took for granted, but seemed like illicit rebellion to Lotte, whose world was all right angles and timetables. 

A strip club.

Steeling herself, Lotte stepped up to the bouncer in front of the plain brick building.  He was a giant of a man, all in black, and Lotte strove for calm as she cleared her throat.

“Excuse me?”

“Back of the line, lady,” he replied, not looking at her.

“No, sorry.  I was just inside.  I left my phone…”

The bouncer finally looked at her, looked her over, lingering on her bare legs appreciatively, before moving the velvet rope back.

“Hard to forget those legs,” he grinned, and stepped back to let her in.

“No, that’s not what I – ”

Lotte hesitated, feeling like she was about to fall down some insane sexual rabbit hole.

“In or out, lady,” said the bouncer impatiently.

With a deep breath, Lotte swallowed her nerves and stepped inside.

 

MARK RAND WAS TIRED.  It had been a mistake to agree to the early show.  Backstage, he rubbed a thin coat of oil over his arms and chest, groaning as his muscles protested the movement.  The full day at the garage dealing with customers and backbreaking work had left him exhausted and tense, and he’d only agreed to perform in the group numbers because Luke had begged him.

Please?  Two of my guys are out sick.  Then you can have the after-hours spotlight if you want it.

Luke Kay was a hard man to say no to and he knew which buttons to push.  Not only did he know that Mark would never leave him in the lurch, but he knew that giving Mark never turned down a chance to indulge his exhibitionist side in the club.  It was his preferred form of stress relief and they both knew it.

And so Mark had performed the mainstream routine for the screaming hordes of bachelorettes and girls’ night out revelers with the rest of the guys, counting the minutes.

And now it was time.

Mark felt a hard shiver of lust slide down his spine and up his cock.

He’d stripped at the club on a dare a few years ago, but Luke saw something in him and offered him a few shifts, which turned out to be a great way to make some extra money.  Mark didn’t mind the hordes of drunken women ogling him from the audience.  For a long time, he’d avoided the late-night club – stripping was one thing, sex in public was another.  Luke talked him into staying to watch one night, and Mark was hooked. 

He loved everything about it – every lustful act ramped up to a million by the eyes on him.  Nothing consensual was off limits and though anyone could watch, Luke was ruthless about screening participating members.  It hadn’t taken long for Mark to realize that he’d been waiting for this club his entire sexual life.  He liked being watched.  He liked the power that surged through him even more than he liked the sex.  In fact, though he’d indulged in nearly every sexually adventurous act he could come up with on that stage, in recent weeks, he’d been going solo.  Mark wasn’t sure what the problem was, but he’d been increasingly restless, not satisfied with the willing partners who bared themselves for both their pleasure and their audience’s appreciation.

He tensed, thinking about it, and then rolled his shoulders.

After the day he’d had, this performance was going to be so good.

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Print
  • Email
  • Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading...

Adult Content Warning

This site contains explicit content of a sexual nature intended for adults only. If you’re under 18, read something else!

  • Follow Following
    • Lily Rede
    • Join 2,119 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Lily Rede
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
loading Cancel
Post was not sent - check your email addresses!
Email check failed, please try again
Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email.
 

Loading Comments...
 

    %d bloggers like this: