Smutty threesome, anyone?

So. Hey. This month is steamy pictures and excerpts. Which is handy (ha!), since what I’ve had time to write over the past year is… steamy. And quick. Kind of like Scarlett Parrish’s leap to making lewd commentary on what she’d like to do to various actors. BTW, Scarlett? Never change.

But if you want a steamy excerpt? I can do that.

In fact, How about an excerpt from my short story “Business Expenses,” to be published in Cleis Press’s Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories next month? It’s a heck of a departure from what you’re all used to from me (this one has girl bits to spare!), but I think you’ll enjoy it…

Using his passkey, Javier let himself in, maneuvering carefully so as to not bang the cases or screw up the walls. He’d just leave the luggage in the bedroom and then go home, take a shower, maybe jerk off to let off some steam.

But when he got in the bedroom, he stopped cold.

Working in the resort, he’d seen a lot of guests naked. It was surprisingly common for them to get locked out when chasing down the housekeeping cart for extra towels, and then there were the skinny-dippers – both in the ocean and the house pool – as well as the occasional conference attendee that had yet to realize that just because there was an open bar did not mean you had to drink until it closed. But this. This was different.

The king-sized bed was in complete disarray, blankets and pillows all over, and in the middle of it all there were two women. One was pale, her auburn hair twisted up to show the creamy length of her neck as she bent to lick between the dark brown thighs of her companion. The one on her back moaned softly, kneading her own breasts slowly as she squirmed under the other one’s mouth.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.” The words escaped Javier’s mouth before he’d realized them, and then it was too late.

The two women froze and turned to look at him, and Javier stood there for a few long seconds wondering if this was the one thing that would get even him fired. Probably.

He cleared his throat and set the suitcases down as gently as he could. “Your luggage,” he said, stupidly. “I knocked, but. Um.”

The redhead snorted. “Yes, we see.” She crawled up to cover her lover’s body with her own, never once looking away from Javier as she treated him to a slow once-over that couldn’t possibly have missed the semi he was still sporting.

After a long while, Javier, realized he was still standing there. “I’ll go now,” he said, backing away. “Sorry to disturb.”

“Wait.”

The other woman rolled the redhead off her and climbed out of the bed, grabbing a resort-issued robe that she didn’t bother to belt up. Tall and curvy, with richly dark skin and her hair kept short so nothing got in the way of her high cheekbones and pale green eyes, she reminded Javier of a panther he’d seen on TV once, stalking its prey. And he sure felt like a bunny.

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One Response to Smutty threesome, anyone?

  1. *fanning self* Have I mentioned how much I love my fellow Dirty Birdies?