Thursday, October 25, 2018

Sensual Thursdays {25}: Hot Oil and Two Determined Men

It's time once again for Sensual Thursday!  This week's snippet comes from my newest release, Obscene Ecstasy, the third book in the Calypso's Choice Series.  And with a title like that you know it's not gonna be safe for work. So proceed with precaution.  

In this snippet, Ms. Calypso's newest triad have signed up for an erotic massage class...where Kristy, our heroine, is the lucky recipient of Lowell and Oliver's ongoing lesson at the hands of the master masseuse, Raeni.   

Enjoy! And remember you were warned...


Damn, she was a hairs breath away from coming again.

From his position between Kristy’s spread thighs, Oliver wanted to strangle Raeni for stopping Kristy. He hadn’t gotten to witness her “O” face earlier when she’d come. And he really wanted to see it. Not that he wasn’t enjoying the sight of her beautiful breasts, the tips already hard and glistening under the soft lighting in the room. They begged for attention, making his palms itch as Raeni began to demonstrate on Kristy’s left breast.

“Now, for this we’ll need both hands, Lowell.” She lifted one of Kristy’s generous breasts up and away from her rib cage. “You’re going to cradle her breast between your palms.” Demonstrating, her fingers gently manipulating the captured flesh. “The idea is to knead the tissue, but not too roughly. You try, Lowell.”

“Gladly.” Lowell sounded all too happy as he mimicked Raeni’s movements.

At first Kristy seemed content to enjoy the touches of both -her potential lover and the talented masseuse, but that changed when on an upward stroke, Lowell tweaked her nipple. A soft grunt passed her lips, and between her thighs another trickle of moisture appeared.

“Again.” Oliver’s voice came out raspy, but he didn’t care. He didn’t think he’d ever had a woman as responsive as Kristy. When most women grew damp with nipple play, Kristy became a virtual sauna.

Lowell looked up at him. “That good?”

“She’s leaking like a fucking sieve.” Using just a single finger, he traced the satiny surface of her inner thigh, collecting the stray drops of moisture. He held them up for his friend to see, even as he turned to the masseuse. “How soon do we start on the pussy massage?”

“Getting impatient, are we?” Releasing her grip on Kristy, she moved to the left.

“A little bit.” He wanted to growl in frustration, wanted to demand they move faster but one look from Raeni warned him that they were moving her pace, not theirs. There would be no ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ in her massage room.


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