Confessions of a Nympho

Excerpt from: Confessions of a Nympho

Wantonly squirming in her chair, Tatiana Reece viewed the erotic photos of naked big busted women riding the juiciest, most engorged cocks she’d ever seen. They were meatier than any of the ones she’d found in her older brother’s erotica when they’d been kids. Feeling like a cat in heat, she sensually rubbed her pussy back and forth against the buttery leather seat. Leaning back, she reached inside the gaping bodice of her filmy teddy, pinched her budding nipples, then rolled them between her fingers. After shivers of delight raced down her spine and the earth quaked, she typed the sensation into her new blog, “Confessions of a Nympho”.

Our gazes locked across the crowded, smoky club and my heart stopped… I couldn’t breathe. He was so perfect—gorgeous, tanned, and so deliciously muscular—even the gods would be jealous. He was the clichéd tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome. Just the way I lusted after them. Who cared if the guy possessed a brain or personality? I only cared how wonderful he’d make me feel for the night since I doubted I’d ever see him again. I longed to gorge myself on hot, wet, wild sex until dawn.

My blood sizzling, I licked my lips in slow, deliberate invitation. Not waiting for him to make the first move, I went on the prowl, sashaying boldly up to him and gazing deeply into his deep brown eyes.

My gaze lingered on his luscious chiselled lips before I let it drop to his firm, outthrust chin, and then lower still until it caressed the inviting bulge in his sinfully tight jeans. A predator, I sat on his lap and curled my arm around his neck as I slid against his hard length.

“Hi handsome,” I drawled as I pressed my breasts against his warm chest. “Are you looking for some company?” Passion eclipsed the shock in his eyes, and he winked at me. “Hello to you, too.” He took my hand and put it on his delicious bulge as he nuzzled my neck.

God, but his lips felt sensational as they feathered kisses down the arch of my neck and then nuzzled my shoulder, primitively erotic, driving up my fever.