Our Christmas Wish List

We’ve been busy little elves getting ready for the Christmas break; trimming the tree, baking cookies and finishing up our wish lists. In the midst of all the cheer, we thought – why don’t we share a wish list with all of you? So that’s just what we’ve done. We’ve put together a list of all the wonderful books we’ve featured this year. Any one of them would make a great gift idea for that hard to shop for friend, or someone on your list that loves to read! And Amazon has made it super easy for you – you can send any eBook as a gift so you don’t have to worry about which eReader they use. It’ll just show up in their email on whatever day you’d like. How wonderful is that?

We hope you all have a very merry Christmas. See you again in 2014. Happy reading!

Mid Air Collusion by Charming Man: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008QZA7PY

The Muse Unlocked by Chris Kuhn: http://amzn.com/B00EKTOT04

Perfect Pleasures by Cameron Lincoln: http://www.cameron-lincoln.com/perfect-pleasures.html

Out On Business by Lisa Fulham: http://amzn.com/B00E3EQOAE

Opus Angelicus by Steve Richards: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00FPQVV5C

Sharing Kate by Chase Boehner: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BH786VA

Red Letters by Krystina Stevens: http://amzn.com/B00APOHOJQ

The Cougar Diaries by Aoife Brenan: http://amzn.com/B00BHIUK6S

Extra Marital Pleasures by Cameron Lincoln: http://amzn.com/B008GMWVLU

Just Watch Me by Kenny Wright: http://amzn.com/B00CF5GNTA

Erotic Escapades by Chase Boehner: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CM1ZR8K

Saudade by BL Ronan: http://amzn.com/B00CQUFOI0

An Interview with Steve Richards

Today we’re very excited to welcome our friend and author of the newly released Opus Angelicus, Steve Richards.

Steve Richards: Hello there, thank you for having me.

So The Story Goes: Thank you Steve for taking the time to visit with us. As fans of yours, we were so excited to learn of the release of Opus Angelicus. It’s such a beautifully written collection of erotic stories and we’re very pleased to share it with our readers.

SR: It’s my pleasure to be here and may I just say a huge thank you for the fabulous review you gave my work! I’m humbled by your praise and pleased beyond words that people like the stories I’ve written.

STSG: It is praise that is very well deserved for such great work.

When did you start writing? Have you always had a passion for it?

SR: Oh gosh, I’ve been writing little poems and comic verse since I was about 16, so quite a long time, but I only began creating work like this in about November last year (2012). I have a passion for reading and I love the power of words so I guess you could say it sprang from there.

STSG: How did you decide to write in the erotica genre?

SR: I have a very open and relaxed attitude regarding sex, I’m not in the least prudish. I’ve always found erotica to be very stimulating and absolutely adore and admire the works of people like Anais Nin and Tiffany Reisz. I’ve read countless books in all genres but my favourite is most definitely erotica so it just seemed natural for me to write my own.

STSG: It certainly seems to come naturally to you. Your passion translates beautifully onto the page.

Many new writers find it intimidating to share their work. Did you find it difficult? And if so, what gave you that push to do it?

SR: Oh yes, I did find it difficult! In fact I still do! The moment before I push that publish button is filled with trepidation and it takes an awful lot of ‘psyching myself up’ to do it! I must say though that the encouragement I receive from both friends and family, gives me the impetus to continue.

STSG: As a writer of both poetry and short stories, do you have a preference for one medium over the other?

SR: Hmmm, good question. I suppose it depends on what I’m writing as to whether it comes out as prose or verse and of course, what the muse happens to be whispering in my ear at the time! Some things just lend themselves to poetry.

STSG: We agree, as I’m sure many others would, Angel is every woman’s dream man!

Where did you draw your inspiration from in developing this character?

SR: Thank you, I intended him from the start to be perfect in every way so I’m glad you and everyone else thinks he is! I believe women are the greatest of Gods creations and deserve to be treated with love and respect; I wanted Angel to embody that idea and be the epitome of a ‘dream man’!

STSG: On behalf of ladies everywhere may we just say, you sir, are a true gentleman.

Is there a little bit of Steve in Angel?

SR: As far as he embodies my feelings about how to treat a lady then yes, there’s definitely some of me in him – quite a lot actually! Now if I could just perform like him and work some magic…

STSG: Take it from us, you certainly work some magic through your story telling. Ladies everywhere will be trying their hardest to will an Angel to appear after reading this book!

Out of all the stories in Opus Angelicus, do you have a favorite?

SR: They are like my children and I love them all equally, each of them having endearing qualities that make them special to me in some way. If I had to pick one, then it would probably be Opus Auxilior but as I said, I love each one of them.

STSG: Please tell us this is not the end of the series. There will be more to come for these characters, right?

SR: Oh this is most definitely NOT the end! I have a lot more lined up for these characters to explore, in fact the very next adventure is in the planning and research stage right now!

STSG: Yay! We are so excited to see what happens next for these two.

There is definite character development and story progression within the series. Do you have an overall vision of where the story will go and how the characters will end up?

SR: Another great question! I do indeed know how they’ll end up, having already made notes for what would be their final story, though that’s a long way off yet – there’s still so much fun for them to have! As to how they get there, who knows? I’m still listening to the muse and working with what she gives me!

STSG: Do you have any aspirations to write a full length novel or maybe to write in another genre?

SR: I would like to think that I had a full length novel in me though I’m not sure if I have the ability to carry it off! As for another genre, well maybe but I’m having great fun with erotica at the moment, perhaps a cross over – horror and sex – that always works well!

STSG: Well whatever else you may decide to do next, always know you’ve got friends and fans here at STSG! Thank you again for taking the time to chat with us Steve. It’s always a pleasure. And may we just say again, we can’t wait for the next Angelicus story! *cue happy dance*

SR:  Before I go I’d like to thank you once again for the fabulous review, for promoting me and my book, for this opportunity to let people know a little bit more about me and to all my readers everywhere for following my work! Your constant support and encouragement is always greatly appreciated! Regards, Steve 😀 xxx

Be sure to head over to Amazon and grab your copy of Opus Angelicus today!

Opus Angelicus by Steve Richards

We’ve always said that Twitter is a wellspring of talent, and today’s featured writer is no exception. Though he is no longer a resident of the Twitterverse, this is in fact where we first met him. It didn’t take long to figure out that Steve Richards is not only a delightfully charming and witty man, but also a magnificent writer.

Opus Angelicus is a compilation of short stories following a female character and her lover, Angel. But not just any lover. Oh no! We’re talking about every woman’s dream come true. Angel is quite literally, an angel.  Whenever she needs him, he is there. Angel exists solely for her. He is her protector, her confidant, her friend and her lover.

“I am an angel sent by God to love you, to watch over you and protect you. To pick you up when you fall, to keep you safe from all harm and to answer your every desire. I belong to you completely, having no meaning to my existence other than to please you and be there for you in your times of need.” (*sigh* Cue the mass swooning of ladies everywhere)

Each story is told from the perspective of Angel and written in such a way as to place the reader in the role of the female lead. The superb writing of this character makes assuming this role effortless. Everyone can relate to feelings of vulnerability, insecurity and the desire to be loved and accepted for who we are.  As the reader you are instantly immersed in this fantasy that the writer has artfully and meticulously crafted.

The bond between the female character and her Angel, rivals that of the great love stories of all time. There is a deep sense of adoration and sensuality infused into each of these stories, along with an exquisite eroticism that will make you squirm in your seat.

While each story explores a different fantasy and may be read as standalone shorts, there is an overall story arc when read in sequence. That’s why we are very excited to finally have all of them under one cover.  Whether you are familiar with the Angelicus series or hearing about it for the first time, you are going to want to stop what you’re doing and get your copy now!

Where to find this book:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00FPQVV5C
Website: http://opushadraniel.com/

An Interview with Lisa Fulham

Today we’re thrilled to be sitting down with Lisa Fulham, author of Out On Business. We’ve been a fan of this wonderfully witty lady for quite some time, and were quite excited when her debut novella was recently released. Pull up a chair and join us, as we get to know Lisa better.

So The Story Goes: Thank you for taking the time to chat with us. We know you’ve been busy with some great projects, like #ProtectYourBreasts, so we’re glad to have you here.

Lisa Fulham: Oh believe me, it’s my pleasure. I was stunned and thrilled when I received the request to do this. It’s still a very strange feeling to be considered a writer let alone one that people want to interview J I think I’m still flying high on the success of #ProtectYourBreasts. If one person finds a lump at the early stages because of this awareness campaign then the world of twitter has managed to save a life which is magnificent.

STSG: It truly is. It was such a wonderful campaign to be a part of. Congrats on its success! Now, shall we get started?

After penning several poems and short stories, what made you decide to take the leap into self publishing your first novella?

LF: Well believe it or not, I didn’t begin this story with the intention of publishing. There was no way I thought I was ready for that. Out on Business began just like all of my other stories, destined to be on my blog. My blog stories tend to be around 3,000 words. So there I was, writing this story and I realised that these characters had so much more to say than I could fit into a blog piece. I’m not one for splitting my work so the thought of releasing it on my blog in sections didn’t appeal to me. I’m very impatient you see and when others have taken that route I’ve been like a petulant child and sulked until the next installment came out. I am so fortunate to have the friends that I have because when I told them that publishing this story was what I wanted to do, they supported, encouraged and even bitch slapped me when I needed it. So long story short (it may be too late for that) this story told me that it should be published rather than me making the decision.

STSG: Haha that’s what friends are for! We’re glad they gave you that push because we loved reading the tale of Lucy and Blake.

Did you come across any challenges in writing something as long as a novella (compared to short stories)?

LF: Oh the road to writing this story was filled with challenges. There were times when I wanted to delete the whole file. Where I doubted I was good enough, if the story would capture the imagination of the reader and even if I was doing my supporters an injustice by putting this work out into the world. Could you imagine if the people who had supported me the most hated my story? As you can see, all these fears came from within myself and its not easy trying to win a fight with yourself, believe me. Editing was a huge challenge for me. It’s as if the devil himself says “so you think you wrote something well do you? Let’s just take another look and see how wrong you are.” I was so nervous releasing this and I am filled with joy every time someone tells me they enjoyed it. Hearing that makes all the blood, sweat and tears all worth while. Paper cuts hurt like a bitch!

STSG: Aside from your love of nylons and suits, where do you draw inspiration from when you write?

LF: Can we really put that aside? I’m not sure I physically can lol.

STSG: You make a very good point. I don’t think we can either *drools*

LF: Inspiration comes from all around us; the world is ripe with it. Movies, songs, laughter—I took a walk down the canal with my dog and wrote a poem that touched my heart and made me ache. We rush through life, but if we open our eyes and look around ourselves, inspiration can and will be found.

STSG: We loved watching Lucy take matters into her own hands. Did you set out to portray her as this confident woman? Or did she naturally develop into that?

LF: I think a bit of both if I’m honest. I didn’t want to write a female character who lay there and simply waited for the guy to make all the moves, that’s been done to death I think. Every writer I’ve spoken to has said that you cannot help but put a part of yourself into everything you write. It may be something as simple as a line you use or maybe it’s a character trait you have. When it comes to Lucy I think I put in the fact that I am the most shy confident person I know. I can be the life and soul of the party, the champion of a cause and I do not shy away from expressing my feelings. On the flip side of that I sometimes find it hard to open up to people. I can sometimes sit back and let the conversation swirl around me unsure if I should jump in or not. Lucy is shy and meek in her day to day interactions, but she has a shrewd business mind and she knows what she wants in life. That’s what I wanted to write. Overly confident people irk me. Not because I’m not like that, but because I tend to find that they are actually filled with more fear than the people who are openly shy. I like people who are REAL, fakes have no place in my world at all. And as I said, I had no interest in writing about a woman who had nothing much about her.

I think that’s why I wrote the story from both POV’s. I didn’t want Blake to be the master of his universe with a screw you attitude either. I wanted both characters to be real and attainable.

STSG: What can we expect from you next? Will there be more in the tale of Lucy and Blake?

LF: I’m currently working on a story that should be for my blog, but once again my characters are telling me they may have more to say than my word limit allows. I doubt I will publish it, but it may be a damn long blog lol

As for Blake and Lucy, I’m inclined to say there will be no more. I know that many who have read it want there to be more, but I like the fact that I stuck to the promises that they made. I like the way the story ended with so many possibilities. I think that is a true reflection of life and that kind of experience, anything could happen.

STSG: Ooh we can’t wait to read your WIP! We will be on the lookout for it’s release on your blog.

Thanks again for taking the time to chat with us. It’s been great having you and being able to feature your work.

LF: Thank you for having me, you ladies do a wonderful thing in helping indie authors get their work out there to a bigger audience. As I said before, I’m humbled to have been asked.

STSG: It’s our pleasure 🙂

Be sure to head over to Amazon where you can pickup a copy of Out On Business. http://www.amazon.com/Out-on-Business-ebook/dp/B00E3EQOAE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1380299689&sr=8-1&keywords=out+on+business

Out On Business by Lisa Fulham

Suits, nylons and sex, oh my!
Out On Business, the debut novella by Lisa Fulham, is bursting at the seams with passion, naughtiness, and style.

The story follows Lucy, a shy PA, and her boss, Blake, a no-nonsense advertising executive, as they take a weekend business trip to Edinburgh. After working closely together, a spark develops that has them both wondering what could happen as they leave the confines of the office behind for a few days (we’ll give you a hint: it’s hot!).

We first connected with Lisa on Twitter over our mutual adoration of snazzy nylons. But it didn’t take long to realize that we had met a talented writer and all around awesome lady who speaks her mind about what she loves (hello suit porn!) and what’s important to her, and this certainly comes across in Out On Business. Not only has she written true to life characters with hang ups that we can all relate to, but she does a flawless job of weaving her love of suits and nylons into a story that will leave you with a new found appreciation for a handsome man in a perfectly fitted Yves Saint Laurent jacket.

Where to find this book:
Website: http://lisafulham298.wordpress.com/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Out-on-Business-ebook/dp/B00E3EQOAE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1379846959&sr=8-1&keywords=LISA+fulham

An Interview with Cameron Lincoln

Today we are beyond excited to feature an interview with Cameron Lincoln. We’ve featured his work on our blog before, and have been wanting to pick his brain ever since. With his new anthology, Perfect Pleasures, now on bookshelves, we couldn’t think of a better time.

So The Story Goes: We can’t thank you enough for taking the time to chat with us. You’ve been such a wonderful support for our blog, and we’ve been wanting to sit down with you since your last feature.

What made you decide to bring your work together in the anthology, Perfect Pleasures?

Cameron Lincoln: I’ve always wanted to have some of my stories in print, and it was a great way of pulling together a good chunk of my erotic work and still giving people value for money. Getting my work out there as ebooks has been great, but people were endlessly asking when they’d be able to read it the old fashioned way! It says so much for the tactile experience of reading. People will always want that. It was also a nice way to sum up the last year or so – put the full gamut of style and content in one book. Proofing it was really interesting, seeing how I’d changed as a writer, from the earliest chronological story to the most recent

STSG: It’s great that readers can hold one of your print books in their hands. We love curling up with a new book and flipping through the crisp, untouched pages.

As you mention in your bio, your writing focuses on empowering readers through sexuality, which is something that has always drawn us to your stories. Is it ever challenging to incorporate this theme into your stories?

CL: It can be challenging coming up with new ways to do it without repeating myself. As I writer I always want to try something a little different each time – whether that’s in content, style, perspective or theme. After writing all of these shorts, novellas, and a serialised novel, I think I’ve reached a point where I’ve said so much, it’s time to work out what I want to say next. Perfect Pleasures is a good way to take stock of that, to put it all in one place and work out what comes next for me in the erotica genre.

STSG: Of all the stories featured in Perfect Pleasures, do you have a favourite?

CL: I love them all for different reasons. I’ve always said I like the completeness of Extra Marital Pleasures. I like how raw and intense The Madison Banquet and Maria Unchained. I really enjoyed writing the new exclusive story Focus, because it’s somewhat more playful than the others – the characters are lovers and have been for some time. I realised that a lot of my work was about new encounters with strangers; I’d been neglecting the beauty of sexuality between people in loving relationships! That excitement of being with someone you adore and always will.

STSG: A beautiful and exciting time indeed *sigh* We are really looking forward to reading Focus.

We know that you are working on a full length novel entitled “The Mayfly”, which sees your writing shift into the paranormal/fantasy genre. Have you always wanted to write in this genre?

CL: I always have written in this genre, people just haven’t really seen it before! My erotica writing is pretty much dominated everything I’ve done in the past sixteen months or so, but I’ve always written, across a variety of genres. Sci-fi, thriller, drama, horror, fantasy. With The Mayfly I’m hoping to play on a much bigger canvas, and with all the tools and toys I love. It’s a risk because a lot of my audience are passionate about erotica, and their support is astonishing – I just hope they’re willing to take a few steps further with me into the weird and wonderful. I love stories, regardless of genre, and my hope is to tell a good one – and make it beautiful, scary, sexy, exciting, heartbreaking, uplifting. All the things a good story should be!

STSG: We cannot wait!

With your interests spanning over many genres, where do you draw your inspiration from?

CL: Everywhere! An idea for a story can strike at any time and inspiration can come from anywhere. I read novels, I love comic books, I am a movie geek, so there’s always a new story to be devoured just around the corner. It’s filtering through all that great stuff and trying to find a story that I’m passionate about telling.

STSG: Do you have a writing ritual? Something to get you in the mood to write?

CL: To be honest, I’ve drifted away from any form of ritual that lately and I think with The Mayfly, I need to get it back. Real life’s always pulling in so many directions, sitting down and maintaining focus can be hard sometimes. Usually it’s just me, a laptop and a blank screen. I listen to music when I write – more often than not something without lyrics so I can focus on my own words rather than somebody elses. Right now no two days are ever the same! Any tips?

STSG: Unfortunately, no hehe. Both of us have similar writing habits: sitting at a blank screen, listening to music until the words flow. It’s nice to know there are successful writers out there that go through the same motions.

If you could share one thing about yourself with readers, what would it be?

CL: If you’re looking for juicy gossip or titbits, there really isn’t a lot to tell! I’m just a guy who likes to spin a yarn, and if people get a kick out of it, that’s a bonus. I can tell you that I’m passionate about people’s passions. I love hearing people talk about things that they love, and finding new things they love. I love to encourage people to try new things, to embrace their hidden talents, especially when it comes to writing. Every single person you meet and interact with has their own incredible stories to tell, and so many people just need that push to tell them, to get them out, to get them down on paper. I love seeing people create – art, music, writing, whatever. Imagination is the most amazing thing and I love seeing people use it. So use it!

STSG: Very encouraging words. We couldn’t agree more!

Thank you, Cameron, for taking the time to stop by for a chat. It was a pleasure having you.

CL: Thank you so much for having me, it’s amazing that you devote your time to indie authors and help spread the word. It’s a humbling honour to be here.

Be sure to head over to Cameron’s website where you can order your copy of Perfect Pleasures.

Perfect Pleasures by Cameron Lincoln

A  single mother crafts her perfect fantasy using a very special service…

A dominatrix plays a game that will change her perception forever…

A secret affair is revealed with unexpected consequences…

Today marks a very exciting day for fans of Cameron Lincoln. His anthology, Perfect Pleasures, has been released in print form (yes that’s right, you can hold a little piece of Mr. Lincoln in your hands).

Perfect Pleasures collects six of Cameron Lincoln’s stories: Maria Unchained, The Madison Banquet, Submissive Desire, A Friendly Rivalry, Extra Marital Pleasures (one of our personal favourites) and the BRAND NEW story, Focus. As an added bonus, you will also find several of Cameron’s poignant poems (which we’ll admit we’ve spent many hours swooning over) within the pages of Perfect Pleasures.

We are so pleased to once again be featuring Cameron’s work. Not only are his stories intensely erotic, but he does a beautiful job at weaving in themes of love, empowerment, and self discovery into every tale. Be prepared to “Enter a world of erotic thrills and romantic, sensual encounters.  A world of adoring couples, sexual explorers, and lost souls found again through love, lust and liberation” when you pick up your copy of Perfect Pleasures.

Where to find this book:
Website: http://www.cameron-lincoln.com
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Cameron-Lincoln/e/B0082LNLY6

An Interview with Shawn Mohr

Earlier this week, we shared with you a never-before-seen short story written by Shawn Mohr. Now, we’re excited to have Mr. Mohr in the hot seat as we ask him some of our burning questions, like will we be seeing more of Irma and Robert (we think you’ll like the answer).

So The Story Goes: Thank you, Shawn, for taking the time to answer some of our questions. We thoroughly enjoyed your story “The Farm” and are quite excited to get to know more about you and your writing

Shawn Mohr: The pleasure is absolutely mine. I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed my story.

STSG: Very much so. It was the perfect continuation to The Diner.

We notice on your website, you have a recent post entitled “Erotica? I dabble…”. Is this a new genre of writing for you? And if so, what lured you to this genre?

SM:  It is a new genre to me. I’ve really only started writing erotic stories in the past few months. As to what “lured” me to it . . . sexual conquest? I wrote a story which led to a very interesting sexual relationship. I guess it’s pretty standard these days to use text as a tool of seduction, what with how frequently people meet and communicate online. I had some practice with the language and rhythm of sexually explicit writing through that sort of online flirting. I’d never really written a formal erotic story before, but I was getting a reaction from my audience, which enticed me to explore the idea some more. It’s been a fun experiment.

STSG: We’re glad you decided to try your hand at a more formal erotic story.

What projects were you working on before dabbling in erotica?

SM: Most of my work has gone into a fantasy novel which I’m hoping to release this fall. I’m expecting some feedback from readers shortly, and then plan to make my final edits. I’ll almost certainly self-publish online while I look for a publisher who’s interested in the property. I also write regular reviews at geekyuniverse.com, mostly on board games and comics. I also have a series of film scripts I’ll be getting back to working on, but they still need quite a bit of work before they’re ready to shop. Did I mention that I’m a nerd?

STSG: Haha no, you didn’t. But that’s quite exciting to hear you’ve already finished a full length novel. I’m sure readers of your erotica will be intrigued to check out your writing in the fantasy genre. We know we are.

With your interests spanning over many genres, where do you draw your inspiration from? And did you come across any obstacles when transitioning between genres?

SM: My inspirations are almost always things I’m frustrated with, or celebrations of overcoming frustration. Take Irma and Robert for example. In general, I’m frustrated that a generation put all their hard work into undoing the accomplishments of our grandparents. In this age of declining capitalism, I’m fascinated with its golden age, the mid 20th century and particularly the United States at this time. To top that off, I once heard that it was estimated that about 50% of the population of Atomic Age America were engaged in some kinky behavior in private (I have no idea how one would accurately measure that). The setting just seems ripe in so many ways. But it sets the stage for the mechanical banality of the advanced capitalist state, which Irma senses long before her society. Like many creative types, I find the daily process of work restrictive and counter-productive for myself, but I recognize what it can accomplish. So, frustration clearly informs my characters and their settings.

That frustration is overcome in my work. Whether its the consensual violence and the permission to break taboos like Robert receives from Irma, or if a hero of legend slays a demonic warlord to rescue a nation, it’s kind of the same release for me. But even these fantastical releases are drawn from my (mostly) real experiences. I love video games and comics and cartoons, so on the fantasy end, there’s a whole host of influences. Each of them add shape and colour to my imagination. In my personal life, I pursue sexual activities much like the ones I write about. I get a really great feeling when my partner not only permits me, but wants me to do things which society says are wrong. It’s a sort of acceptance which is unrivaled in my experience.

I’ve never really experienced much difficulty crossing genres, so long as I’ve got a story to tell. I find my style remains more or less the same, except that the language I use in erotica is more explicit and the phrasing is more baroque. I guess I don’t think about genre very much; the story is what it is. A story either has life and grows into its own thing, or it doesn’t and it inevitably fades away from my focus.

STSG: Well said. You make an excellent point about simply telling your story, no matter what the genre.

Can we expect more chapters in the story of Irma and Robert?

SM: They do seem to be the characters I’ve created that people like the most. I like them too, and I know a fair bit more about their story and the sorts of things that might happen. I’m a little hesitant to start on their next chapter though. I think they’ve got some challenges before then that might keep them from getting very hot over the next little bit. I’m not sure how I feel about leaving the erotic aspect of these characters for a few thousand words. So, yes, there’s more coming but I’m not sure when.

STSG: We can’t wait! Thank you again taking the time to chat with us and for sharing your latest story, The Farm, exclusively with our readers.

To read more of Shawn’s work, be sure to visit his website http://shawnmohr7.wordpress.com/

The Farm by Shawn Mohr

If you follow the popular blog Literotica, you may have seen a couple of Shawn Mohr‘s erotic shorts published there recently. In his short The Diner, we’re introduced to Irma, a lonely waitress who feels trapped in both her life and job, and Robert, a mysterious man who enters Irma’s life bringing with him the escape she longs for.

We quickly fell in love with his characters, and as other readers have expressed, we too were eager to know what happens next in the tale of Irma and Robert. Shawn has delivered with his follow up, The Farm. Even better – he’s shared this exclusive, never before seen short with So The Story Goes and now we get to share it with you! *Note: This story is NSFW

The Farm

Robert smiled quietly as they cruised into the sunset. He kept his strong right arm around Irma’s slender, naked shoulders as they sped across the arid plain. The night chased them as they went, lulling Irma to a soft and sweet sleep. She’d never known the kind of peaceful security she found at Robert’s touch. She dreamed only of his scent as he stole her away from the mundane existence of the diner.

There was only one place Robert had left to go, though it brought no surety to his mind. He’d been adrift for some time now, leaving him ambivalent about returning to his family home. No one lived on the farm any more, not since his mother had passed in ‘44. At least the emptiness would leave him with no one to judge him and his circumstances. He tightened his grip on Irma’s sleeping shoulders, kissing the top of her head gently. He’d seen her need to escape, and had greatly enjoyed playing her liberator. But the truth was that he’d need someone to get him through things, a place to put his insecurities and fears in knots, and in so doing, gain command over himself once again.

As he pulled into the long dirt driveway, he eased a blanket around Irma. Parking the car near the house’s front porch, he slipped away from her sleeping form. He quickly found the old breaker box and energized the circuits of the house with a loud electronic clunk. Irma stirred, but did not wake at the sound. He slipped into the house, turning on the lights between the hallway and the master bedroom. Several of the wall sconces failed to illuminate, but the path was well-enough lit for him to confidently bring Irma upstairs. He crept back to the car, and gently picked up her enwrapped form. She never woke as he brought her to the comfortable mattress and laid her down. Robert stripped down naked and slid his warm body next to Irma’s. They both slept deeply and well, protected by the night.

Irma woke to radiant streams of golden sunlight filtering in through the dust-caked glass of the farmhouse. She smiled to herself at the quaint arrangement of porcelain figures on the old fashioned dresser, laying there for minutes, just gazing out at the room, processing the madness and elation yesterday had brought to her life. She considered the oddness of her calm, her ready acceptance of Robert’s every utterance without question. It was so natural and easy; it was unlike any relationship she’d ever experienced. Somehow she knew things would alright, as long as she did as he told her.

Irma rolled over and sighed at Robert’s absence. His side of the bed was rumpled, and as she grabbed his pillow, she could smell him through the age of the sheets. She gathered every ounce of him to her nostrils, and luxuriated in the memory of his touch. Her sex grew hot as she breathed him into her. She was filled with a hollow need inside her. It ached so sweetly, but she resisted the urge to touch herself. That throb was for Robert and Robert alone now. She wanted his absence to hurt, her need to be incessant, and the satisfaction to be his when at last he claimed her.

Irma took her time unfolding herself from the sheets. She was reluctant to leave that moment, but knew it was time for her to acclimate herself to the place she’d been brought. Rising nude from the bed, she found her glasses on the nightstand, and slipped them on and granting her a good look at the room for the first time. The green wallpaper was fading to a greyish tint, and the paint on the trim was peeling away. Though it was fairly clean, the space was clearly in disuse and in need of work. Doors to a walk-in closet were thrown open to show a black, empty cavern. A faint scent of mothballs wafted out from the closet and mixed with the hint of musk which defined the room. Irma found a hairbrush on the dresser along with a handheld mirror. She took these and sat on the edge of the bed, working out her hair into a neat cascade over her shoulders to cover her breasts. She inspected herself and nodded in approval. Looking around the room, Irma realized there was nothing else for her to do but explore the house. She swallowed the hint of indignity at traipsing naked through a stranger’s home, and stepped into the hallway.

The walls were covered with a blue-striped wallpaper. It had retained more colour than the sun-exposed bedroom, but peeled away at the edges in an unflattering curl. There were dozens of photographs on the walls and the service furniture. All of them were old, and some practically ancient. Images of men in military uniforms and austere women surveyed her naked body. Their eyes followed her down the hall as the photographs took her backward in time. She recognized the uniforms of the young men on aircraft carriers from WWII, and even the infantry garb from WWI. The Spanish-American War, the Indian Campaigns, and even the Civil War, each of America’s violent excursions were represented in this hall. Robert’s family had bled for their country, and they were clearly proud of it.

Irma came to a door at the end of the hall, a worn nameplate identifying it as Cheyenne’s room. Irma pushed the door open to reveal a small four-poster bed with frilly dressing. She slipped inside to investigate, hopeful that there may be something she could put on within. It was a peach-coloured splash of hyper femininity, not at all Irma’s practical cup of tea, but she smiled at the naivety and innocence of the young woman who must have lived here. There were framed pictures on the dresser. A woman about 17 years old was in each frame, accompanied by friends in one shot, an older woman embracing her in another, and a young man in the last. Irma picked this picture up and examined it. The easy smile and obvious charisma belonged to a younger version of Robert. Gone was the greying at his temples, and there was no haunt in his eyes when the picture was taken. Scrawled at the bottom of the picture in a woman’s hand was “Brother and I”. They looked happy and confident and so full of life. Irma had to wonder what had transformed that family into a worn and empty house in the middle of nowhere.

She set the picture down again and walked over to the closet, easing the door open with a slight creak. It was pitch black within, but Irma could make out the pull-chain of a light. She reached out and yanked on it, feeling its disuse offer her some resistance. There was a buzz preceding the flicker of the light coming to life. She blinked against the sudden luminescence, the closet’s contents resolving before her. She drew a deep breath of gratitude to find it still appointed with the young woman’s dresses. Irma raked the hangers across the dowel, looking over the selection. Some of the items had been ruined by moths or decomposition. These she took down and placed in a pile at the foot of the bed. She was left with little to choose from, but found a loosely knit dress well-suited to the coming heat of the day. She frowned at it as she looked it over. It would be a little bit small on her, but Irma needed to wear something, and it would come close enough. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up. It clung to the curve of her hips as she did, accentuating the bounce of her pert ass. She slipped her arms into the short sleeves and slowly pulled the buttons closed over her stomach and chest. The top two buttons were too tight against her full breasts, so she folded the ends over, trying to showcase the line of her cleavage in a show for Robert’s approval. With the thought of Robert, her nipples swelled against the knit. The toothy yarn raked them gently, giving her a delicious sense of anticipation. She wanted to feel Robert’s rough touch and skilled knots on her skin again. Irma’s pussy dripped a lone bead of lust down her thigh. She tore a rag from one of the rotted garments, and tidied herself quickly before scooping the ruined things up, and heading downstairs.

The vestibule and living room which presented themselves downstairs were, if anything, even more neglected than the bedrooms had been. A coat of dust covered most everything, and the musky smell of rot was much more prominent. Despite the signs of age, the space communicated an earthiness, a rightness, which Irma found oddly refreshing. It comforted her to find signs of tradition and survival in the face of all that was new in her world. The scent of brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, putting a smile on her face. Robert must have gotten it ready for her and gone off to attend some errands. She went into the kitchen and saw he’d left a clean china cup out on a saucer, a fresh pack of cigarettes waiting beside it. She gratefully poured the steaming black liquid from the stainless steel pot, and snapped up the cigarettes. She took both out to the screened in porch at the back of the house.

Irma set the coffee down on the sill of the screen and opened up the cigarettes. She gazed out at the unkempt fields of the farm as she tapped the package against her palm and drew one out. Lighting it, she stared pensively at the landscape that had formed the man to whom she was dedicated. She imagined the shape of his life here, doing chores and surviving the taunts of his sister, the call of his mother from this very porch as dinner was laid out for the evening. It was no more exciting than the diner she’d just escaped from, but somehow it was more tactile, more real. That solidity was attractive. Irma puffed the cigarette and sipped on the coffee, watching the morning grow close to noon.

The trail of dust kicked up behind the battered old Ford Model AA truck as Robert rolled back into the driveway to the house. He always woke up early when he was home. Years of helping to run the farm had just trained him to be up before the sun. He’d left Irma resting peacefully, made them some coffee which would keep hot in the electric kettle, and gone to inspect the barn. The place was a mess, and the crop duster it contained was even worse. He’d tidied things up some and made a list of parts for the plane, then headed out to the airfield to see what he could salvage. The parts had cost him $20. They’d need to work for him. He didn’t want to draw questions by having to sell things just yet. His situation was still delicate.

He saw Irma on the porch as he rolled up, and smiled to himself at the way she’d made herself at home. He’d wondered what she’d do about her nudity and coming downstairs, finding that he’d left. He was touched that she appeared confident in his return. Robert prefered a submissive who could be left on their own without turning into an emotional wreck. There were a lot of things which needed his attention and energy. Sometimes Irma would just have to deal with being ignored. As he parked the truck, Robert was struck by the gratification he had at seeing Irma as his. It implied something beyond the next few days or weeks, which had been as far into the future as he’d dare look for a long time now. He dug out the parts he’d purchased from the bed of the truck, and looked over at Irma. She smiled warmly and waved. Robert found he could only nod in response. He headed into the barn to get to work.

Irma suppressed her desire to run out to Robert as she saw him heading toward the barn. She knew by intuition that when he desired her, he would come for her. She lit another cigarette and let her mind drift through the hypnotic patterns of sunlight as it passed through the leaves of the ancient oak tree on the back lot. The dappled leaves and shifting shadows helped her ward off the questions threatening to pop her fantasy world with hard practicality. She wanted only to trust in Robert and know that everything else would be alright. They could take on tomorrow’s problems when the day came. The cherry of her smoke singed her fingers as she absently let it burn down. She dropped it to the worn 2 x 4 floorboards and stubbed it out. Her stomach rumbled at the same time; certain practicalities would not be dismissed by simple desire. Irma headed back into the kitchen, seeing what she might make them for lunch.

She found a loaf of bread in the cupboard, and some baloney in the icebox. It would be a simple affair, but Irma was eager for the opportunity to do something for Robert. Her heart raced at the thought of his approval as she assembled a trio of sandwiches, slicing them into halves and arraying them on a plate. Just yesterday she had begged the universe for release from her indentured reality. She laughed to herself how in less than a day, her entire life had melted into the desire to make this man she barely knew content. Odd as it was, she’d never felt so happy, so naturally in her place as she was with Robert. He was all she wanted now, and she’d take every chance she could to thank him for taking her.

Picking up the plate, she once again became aware of the need building inside her. She fed that hot ache with a memory of Robert’s cock. She’d make sure her pussy was laced with wet desire as she met him. Her clit swelled as she went down the steps of the porch and across the yard, stepping one foot in front of the other as she crossed the sparse lawn. The motion not only gave a seductive sway to her hips, but had her thighs cross one another to tease her engorged clitoris. Just thinking of Robert brought a sexual response faster and stronger than Irma would have thought possible. She could hear the sounds of Robert’s labour within the barn as she approached the door.

Irma was surprised to see the airplane inside, and to find Robert buried in the guts of the thing. His shirt was hung on a nail by the door. His well-muscled back gleamed with his sweat, and grease stained his arms in streaks up to the shoulders. Irma held the doorjamb and bit her lip against the tide of desire which wracked her body. Filled with helpless need, she straddled the entryway and groaned as the solid frame pressed against her sex. Robert was engrossed by his work, muscles straining against a rusted bolt. She rolled her hips as she watched his strain, the veins rising to pump more power into his physique. She could feel the stain of her lust spreading on the dress, flushing with embarrassment at her treatment of Robert’s sister’s things but unable to stop herself. Her breath started coming faster as Robert’s leveraged elbow shook with effort. Just before Irma could find climax, there was a loud ping as the bolt snapped from Robert’s wrench. The sudden shift of leverage sent Robert stumbling into the engine block. “Goddamn!” he bellowed as pain blossomed within his colliding hip. Irma’s desire collapsed into concern, and she rushed into the barn. She set the plate quickly down on a nearby crate, “Robert! Are you okay?” she cried in alarm.

He turned to her, rubbing the point of impact gingerly. He gave her a chagrined smile, “Got my pride more than anything, darlin’. You bringing me something?”

His smile was enough to right her world in an instant. She slowly came close to him, reaching out with hesitant hands, uncertain of what she was allowed to do. Her fingers eased into his hairy chest, already matted with sweat and grime. She inhaled his scent, her eyes closing in ecstasy, “I brought some lunch, but I’d bring you anything you want, Sir.” she purred. Her head rolled slightly back, exposing her neck to him. She felt his rumbling laugh through her fingers, which sent a tremor through her body.

He squeezed her hand gently, then pulled it from her chest, “Lunch sounds good.” he said as he eased back from her touch and ducked under the machinery. “This fucking this is being a pain in the ass!” He winged his torque wrench off the frame with a sickly gong. It did nothing to alleviate his frustration.

“Robert! You’re not going to help yourself out like that.” Irma chastised him.

He turned to look at her, a look of quizzical displeasure on his face. “Excuse me? Did you really just try to tell me what to do?”

Irma swallowed hard, “I’m sorry, Sir.” She spat out quickly, lowering her eyes and flushing with genuine shame. “I only mean that if you need to hit something. . .” she trailed off and turned around, hiking the dress over her hips to expose her ass to him.

Robert belted out a deep laugh and came close to her, “You’re walking a very thin line, Missy.” he said with a mix of playfulness and menace. His body was just short of hers as he slid a filthy hand around her throat. Irma groaned and pushed her hips back, finding the growing hardness in Robert’s filthy trousers. She could feel the grime transferring to her skin as she ground her ass into his cock. He growled into her ear as he spoke, “but you do walk it well.”

Irma pressed her throat into Robert’s palm, pushing her trachea into sweet constriction against his strength, “Please, sir.” She begged him. She wanted him to pour his frustration into her. Her mind reeled at her desire to receive violence from him. She was scared to give the desire more voice than a bare whisper.

“Please what, slut?” Robert’s growl vibrated through her body which forced Irma to gasp with a tiny orgasm. She loved how the word sounded coming from his lips.

“H-hurt me, please.” she rasped.

He moaned with satisfaction. Robert loved her eagerness, her need to take every sort of treatment he would give her, and her inability to keep that need secret. Spinning her around by her throat, he pushed her up against a support beam, holding her there, watching her face contort as she pulled shallow breaths through his grip. He could smell her desire building. He kissed her hard and deep on the mouth, finding her tongue a desperate partner to his in her mouth. Breaking the kiss he commanded her, “Take the dress off.” He released her and walked across the barn to a coil of rope.

Irma pulled the knit dress over her head and inside-out. The hair of her pussy lips was already matted with lust, her thighs glistening wet with desire. She turned to Robert as he approached her, the bite of the hemp rope in his white knuckled grip. His eyes burned and his lips curled into a predatory smile. He grabbed her by the throat again and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue was a hot invasion, which she sucked greedily. She groaned and pressed into his kiss, her body growing warm with need.

Robert broke the kiss, pushing Irma back slightly. As she spun her arms from balance, Robert seized her wrists and quickly bound them together. The toothy rope clawed at her, sending thrills of pain through her skin. He threw the line around one of the barn’s massive trusses, and tied it off to the frame of the airplane. Robert pushed Irma by the hips backward, forcing her to bend into her bound wrists, pushing her firm ass into the air. Irma’s body was an inferno of sensation and desire. Robert’s greasy hands left brown-black streaks across her body. Her skin trickled sweat from every exposed pore, mixing the grime into a filthy lubricant melting across her. She spread her legs slightly and her clit throbbed hard, swelling and pulsating with desire.

Robert walked behind Irma, inspecting his prize. Her curves glistened in the slatted light of  the barn. Every inch of her was succulent clay which begged to be molded to his desire. His mind raced with a million ways to use Irma. He would take his fill of her, but knew his appetite would never be sated. His nostrils flared to draw more of her scent in, intoxicating him with raw, animalistic lust. She was a narcotic of femininity, wild sexuality which needed to be claimed, but could never be tamed. His cock strained against the wool of his trousers, and a dark stain was forming where his precum pushed from the head of his cock. He slowly undid his belt, making sure Irma could hear the click of the buckle. He laughed at her as he saw her spine shiver at the metallic ring of it. Pulling it through the loops on his waist, he cracked it against the fleshy curve of Irma’s ass. She cried out her pain, then purred sweetly at Robert.

Irma had never thought pain would feel so good. Her sex flowed freely as the sting filled her body. Her nipples grew hard at the impact, and a warm sensation pulsated through her whole body. “Again please!” She begged Robert, raising her ass to ask for it. She felt her cheeks separate, which she hoped offered Robert a better view of her asshole. The air ripped as the belt crashed again into Irma’s rump, the first in a series of savage blows. Irma’s eyes rolled back in her head and she felt a rush of endorphins sweep through her. Robert’s strength sent Irma’s mind floating out above her body. She was awash in a sea of Robert’s will and power. It filled and surrounded her, each new blow pushing her deeper. This was the place Robert had prepared for her, the space where she most profoundly sensed that she was his. She drooled and droned a low syllable. Her body shuddered, cumming over and over though her mind could barely note it.

Robert smiled as Irma tripped in her isolated world. He dropped his belt and ran his hands over her body. She was hot all over and slick with sweat. She may have shuffle as he playfully twisted a nipple, or changed her pitch as his finger found her clit, but Irma was deep in subspace. Robert decided to take full advantage. He grabbed another rope, wrapping turns around her thighs just above the knee. He pulled the lines out and ran them through the hayloft pulley. Slowly, he pulled Irma up. Her legs bent and spread, her back to the floor, as Robert lifted her into the air.

Robert walked back around, inspecting his work. The taut coiled lines were stunning against Irma’s skin. She was a dappled spectacle of grime and rope and lust. Robert could not restrain himself any longer. He took to his knees and licked up and down the furred slit of Irma’s inflamed cunt. He spread her lips gently and caressed the sides of her aching clit. Irma’s moan became more coherent as Robert’s tongue coaxed her back into her body. She rolled her hips against his face, grinding her clit against his tongue. “Fuck!” she screamed as she felt the fullness of sensation returning to her. “Sir! You eat my pussy so well! Oh, you spoil me Sir!”

Robert stood up, letting his pants fall to the earthen floor in the process. His cock was a raging lance, and they both needed him to sheath it inside her. He grabbed her ropes and pulled her open cunt down on his swollen dick. They both released a cry as he filled her completely. Robert took her hip with one hand and her throat with the other, and swung her cruelly through the air. Irma swayed and bounced helplessly as Robert’s cock drove in and out of her needful sex. She strained to breath against his grip, but drew precious little oxygen. Her whole body shook and pulsed, giving three savage throbs, and then she exploded with orgasm, losing a massive scream with a torrent of ejaculate. Robert thrust against her spasming cunt, and holding himself deep inside, shooting white-hot jets of jism deep insde Irma. They held their posture together, each softly shaking with the force of orgasm.

Robert reached out for a long knife nearby, still holding himself inside of Irma. He carefully slit the ropes around her thighs, letting her shift her weight to his hips. He freed her wrists and pulled her into him. They kissed slowly and deeply, Dominant and submissive lost in one another. Robert eased them both to the floor, their bodies picking up more dirt, but neither one concerned. They stayed locked together as their arms coiled around each other. Holding one another, they drifted into an exhausted sleep.

© 2013 Shawn Mohr

An Interview with Aoife Brennan

On Fridays we like to feature a little something extra from the writers we’ve featured earlier in the week. But today we’re especially excited because we’ve got a double feature – an interview AND exclusive excerpt from The Cougar Diaries Pt. 2
We can’t wait to see what this series has in store, but until then, we invite you to sit down with us and enjoy these treats from author Aoife Brennan.

So The Story Goes: Did you always want to be a writer or is this a newly discovered talent?

Aoife Brennan: I have always wanted to be a writer. Since I was very little, I would tell everyone I was going to be a writer when I grew up, but somehow I was just very busy with life. I think when I hit sixteen the world suddenly started spinning very fast and it didn’t let up. Then five years ago I went through a difficult divorce which resulted in bankruptcy for myself and the two children – a little unfairly since my ex managed to wipe his hands of our joint debt. Anyway, I had started a non fiction book on divorce and when everything fell apart, my non fiction book segued into a sex book. I had to do something to earn money and so I thought where there is muck there is brass! But the beauty of poverty is in its freedom; poverty and writing are very good bedfellows.

STSG: What attracted you to the genre of erotica?

AB: I had been meaning to write erotica for ages, but lack of confidence and also being a very respectable middle class woman made it harder too! When my world fell apart it delivered great freedom to me, both in my personal choices and in my ability to write. I was no longer shackled by the notions of respectability and could write anything I wanted. I also discovered as a newly divorced woman that I was attractive to the opposite sex, which first surprised me after my long marriage and then of course delighted me. I wondered if I could bottle that attraction and hence my decision to write erotica was confirmed.

STSG: Throughout the entire story, your main character always finds the courage to come out on top of some very trying and difficult situations. Did you set out to portray such a strong woman or did she simply begin to develop as you wrote?

AB: Sadly my own personal struggles would dwarf Aoife’s. It is but the tip of my own personal troubles that is relayed in my Diary. Of course, trouble doesn’t come in a single blow, it comes in increments so that before you know it, you are knee deep in problems, then thigh deep, then neck, lol but hopefully not above the head.

I learned one very important thing through dealing with my own problems was to a) keep positive and b) keep going in a forward motion. My mum would say: ‘Ever onwards and upwards, maybe sideways but never backwards.” Of course, I often did go backwards but I would never own it and somehow after a while my feet would turn again in the right direction and forward momentum occur. This is the secret to surviving, focusing on the positive and going forward. My situation is not uncommon in modern Ireland where the deep recession and newly available divorce has led to a lot of women left with the children and struggling to survive. I wanted to write the everywoman story. And as this is fiction i wanted to write a new ending, a gloriously happy one. I am doing an ‘Atonement” on my story and giving it to Aoife

STSG: You present many themes within your story that a lot of readers will be able to relate to; starting over, self discovery and losing love, just to name a few. What were some of the challenges you faced with when writing some of the more poignant moments?

AB: I actually found writing about the real life difficulties easy as I had faced pretty much all of them in one shape or another. The piece I baulked at was the first sex scene. I stopped writing for about three weeks as I figuratively girded my loins! Then one Saturday afternoon I took to the bed and started to write. Once I started I could not stop and emerged that night exhausted as if I had run a marathon – I think the task was essentially the same. Once done, I haven’t looked back since and I really enjoy writing those scenes now!

STSG: The strawberry scene – hilarious! We want to know: was this inspired by real life events?

AB: Strawberrygate is purely fictional. I was writing that scene in the back of the car as I waited for my kids to finish training. I started it as a very serious scene and was really getting into it, then from somewhere my wicked sense of humour arose and I thought, I wonder, I wonder. The notion so tickled my fancy i started laughing out loud – I only hope the other parents did not notice my insane guffaws in the back of the car – and so poor Steven met his fate. For those of you who have not read the book, I did an audio version of the scene. I have to warn you although, this audio snippet is not safe for work http://www.musicoflondon.com/

STSG: Strawberry gate – haha we love it!

Now, as an added bonus, below is an exclusive excerpt from The Cougar Diaries Pt 2. Enjoy!

Swinging (a scene from The Cougar Diaries Pt. 2)

“But how,” Trish wanted to know, “did you discover that they really were swingers? I mean, was there a code or something.” I thought for a moment before I replied. “No, but Chris had warned me so I was looking for signals. In the end, as we were finishing dinner, Carmel invited me outside to keep her company as she had a smoke. Afterwards she kissed me and everything else fell into place.”

Trish sat back in her chair. “Wow,” she said. “Mad,” she said. “Yes,” I said and I grinned.
The cigarette invitation was a planned one. Afterwards I could see that. Actually even at the time, I had an idea it might be. We’d had some wine during dinner and I was very relaxed. Relaxed as a newt, truth be told. I followed Carmel outside and she lit up. There was a small two man bench on the veranda and she motioned me to sit down, which I did. She sat next me and our legs touched. I could not move away without making some sort of statement. The cigarette smoke smelt nice in the fresh warm evening air. We talked and I can’t really remember what was said, but when she finished she threw the butt into the bushes at the side and put her hand on my thigh. She leant over towards me and kissed me. I was surprised but expectant and so I kissed her back. Her lips were so soft and gentle. I had never kissed a woman before and it thrilled me. Her little tongue snaked into my mouth and I sucked it gently. Her hand rubbed along my thigh and her other hand gently stroked my breast. In response my hands crept up her body and I felt the contours of a woman under my hands. It was utterly different and I was wet immediately. She just felt so soft; I had never experienced anything like it. My hand squeezed her right breast. Oh my god, that felt so good. I knew I wanted to suck it and tease her nipple. I was rubbing harder now and in my urgency undid buttons so I could feel her flesh. My hand first covered the bra and then slipped inside and found the tight hard nipple. I tweaked the nipple between my fingers while feeling the heaviness of her breast in my hand. We were kissing harder now, but still with sweet softness when we heard a cough. We parted, flushed and panting, to see the two men watching us, arms folded and smiling.
*As this story is still being written, edits may be made to this scene before the final draft.