Paul is sent on a working vacation into the northern Adirondacks to investigate a secretive organization that supposedly practiced human sacrifice. He leaves behind his fiancé who desperately wants to get pregnant and discovers the self-contained village is a throwback to the free love era from the 19th century. He is sorely tempted by the women around him, but will he fall ...
Paul is sent on a working vacation into the northern Adirondacks to investigate a secretive organization that supposedly practiced human sacrifice. He leaves behind his fiancé who desperately wants to get pregnant and discovers the self-contained village is a throwback to the free love era from the 19th century. He is sorely tempted by the women around him, but will he fall into the open minded attitudes of the collective or will he remain faithful to his fiancé?
This is a 12,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, forced impregnation, group sex, bondage and discipline themes along with implied non-consent and non-monogamous sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.
“Maybe I don’t want to have sex right now,” she said while laying back and spreading her legs. I kissed my way down her neck and over her chest—covered with blue and red star tattoos—down to her tiny, perky pink nipples. Today she was wearing gold rings in her nipples, each ring sporting dangling quarter-moon charm. I kissed, licked and sucked her nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair. “But maybe I can change my mind.”
A moan issued from between her lips. Her scent was strong today and her juices started flowing when I licked between her legs. “You taste heavenly,” I told her, my words half-muffled by her fleshy sex. I could feel just the barest hint of stubble growing back. Shaving was allowed, but not waxing or electrolysis.
“Cock,” she sighed. “I need cock, not your tongue.” I didn’t need any further encouragement. In a wink I was out of my clothes and plunging my prick deep into her cunt. She was warm, wet and ready. She was always warm, wet and ready regardless of what she said she wanted. “Oh, that feels good,” she sighed, closing her eyes and locking her legs around my waist. “How long has it been since we fucked?”
“This morning,” I huffed into her ear. “You were half-asleep when I came in you.”
“You’re not supposed to have sex with me unless I give permission,” she said, her fingers trailing down to my ass.
“You didn’t protest,” I said.
“You should have heard me complain when I woke up with a soggy pussy and a wet spot on the bed.”
What could I do? You don’t get out of bed in the morning right away if you wake up next to a beautiful woman. “Sorry. Now turn over.”
Elliot Silvestri lives in upstate New York where he spends too little time reading and writing and too much time on video games and mountain biking. His writing interests include erotica, science fiction, and fantasy, both low and high. He lives a private and secluded life in the company of three cats.