Kinksters contains 10 kinky stories, which probably doesn't sound like a lot, but many of these stories are on the longer side of the "short story" scale--in the range of 5,000 to 10,000 words. Some of them are available for purchase as existing e-books, including the first story in the collection:
Elementary, My Dear Kathryn is a lesbian menage story. Its fetish focus? Why that would be anal sex. Okay, not just "anal sex" in a general way. I wrote this for readers who (like me) find enemas and anilingus highly titillating. It's not exactly a staple of lesbian activity in erotica, which is why I wanted to write it.
This story is not for the faint of heart. In fact, it was banned by All Romance ebooks shortly after its release in ebook form.
Be warned--this is an excerpt wherein Melanie, under the tutelage of her Domme Pasha, cleans out sweet Kathryn's ass in a hotel bathroom. Don't read it if that's your squick!
Excerpt from Elementary, My Dear Kathryn:
The bathroom door opened with a squeak and Pasha called, “Come here, my dears.”
Sliding off the high mattress, Melanie walked directly to her Domme and sensed Kathryn following behind.
“She is going to leave that dress on,” Pasha instructed.
Melanie offered a subtle nod and entered the bathroom. It was wonderfully large and sparkling white, in true hotel fashion. Pasha had pulled back the shower curtain. Her water bottle rested on the clean marble counter. It was full now, with warm water most probably, and the nozzle-lid was back on top. Pasha handed it to Melanie while Kathryn stood in the threshold. It was indeed warm. Not hot, but warm.
“Come inside,” Melanie said. She never knew how she knew what Pasha desired. The expectations were inside of her. For Melanie, being a true submissive meant anticipating Pasha’s needs and wishes, and acting on them without direction.
Tonight Melanie would clean Kathryn out and eat her ass. All for Pasha.
Kathryn took a single step into the bathroom, and then paused. Her gaze betrayed nothing. She didn’t even seem confused. Could she possibly know what was coming? She seemed so innocent.
Watching the water bottle, Kathryn asked, “What should I do now?”
Pasha leaned back against the counter. It was very rare that she gave Melanie instructions anymore. Melanie knew what to do.
Pointing at the pristine bath mat lying across the rim of the tub, Melanie said, “Set your knees down there. Lean across the tub and press your hands down flat on the far side. Kiss the tile.”
It had been so long since she’d been the one giving instructions. After Kathryn left town, and years before she met Pasha, she’d fancied herself the one to give orders. And then, still before meeting Pasha, she’d been with a woman who taught her the joy of subservience. Now she was driven not so much by Pasha’s will, but by her own resolve to gift Pasha with obedience. The key was to obey before being told. That was Melanie’s specialty.
Though Kathryn needed to be told, she obeyed without question. When her forehead met the tile at the far side of the tub, Melanie set down the water bottle and pulled Kathryn’s tight white dress up and over her smooth bottom. What a sight!
Melanie glanced back at Pasha and smiled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an ass this fine.”
“Indeed!” Pasha’s laughter swelled.
Melanie gave Kathryn’s bum a few playful taps before hooking her index fingers around the band of a white lace thong. “This is coming off,” Melanie said. She pulled it down all the way to Kathryn’s knees.
One shoe and then the other fell from Kathryn’s feet. Standing between them, Melanie offered the next instruction. “You’re going to reach back slowly, with one hand and then the other, and pull your cheeks apart for me. I want to get a good look at your asshole.”
Kathryn inhaled sharply, but she didn’t waste any time. Balancing awkwardly, she reached back with one hand. When she’d grabbed one cheek, she pressed her head against the shower wall and raised her elbow upwards, sending the other hand toward her bum at a snail’s pace.
“How are you feeling?” Melanie asked. “Comfy?”
“Mm-hmm,” Kathryn affirmed, although comfy hardly described her position. In a breathy whisper, she asked, “What do you want me to do now?”
Without so much as looking in her direction, Melanie felt a smile growing across Pasha’s lips. “I thought I told you to pull your cheeks apart,” Melanie said in a slow, calm voice.
Kathryn gasped and her polished pink nails dug into her gorgeous marble flesh. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
Melanie’s heart fluttered as she watched that tight little asshole pucker. It looked so real. She loved that Kathryn’s ass wasn’t waxed, bleached, or perfect like porn star rumps. Faint wisps of blonde hair grew along the insides of her thighs, leading Melanie’s gaze down to the pink of her. Kathryn’s slit was wet and welcoming, and it made Melanie a little sad to ignore its appeal. But she had a Domme to please.
As Pasha looked on, Melanie said, “I’m going to fill you with water and rinse you right out.”
Though Kathryn’s breath hitched audibly and her fingernails dug harder into her flesh, she didn’t offer any verbal resistance.
No sense wasting time. Melanie amassed saliva on her tongue, leaned forward, and spit in Kathryn’s crack. Kathryn issued a high-pitched squeal, but she didn’t budge. When the dribble of spit kissed the crease of Kathryn’s asshole, Melanie pressed the tip of the water bottle nozzle against it. If that’s what Pasha wanted, that’s what she’d do.***
So that's a taste of Kathryn. There's more to the story, obviously, and you can read it now by purchasing Elementary, My Dear Kathryn as an ebook, or by picking up your very own copy of Kinksters.
If you like threesomes and group sex, and you like BDSM and fetish erotica, Kinksters is for you (and even though the sticker price is higher, it'll save you money in the long run!)
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