By Alana Church
Description:
Owen
didn't set out to be a hero. When he rescued the woman in the grocery store parking
lot, he was just trying to help. But as a result, he found himself gifted with
a strange copper bracelet. Now women around him are acting strangely. Over the
span of one glorious summer day, Owen's life is turned upside down. Will he
accept his destiny as the messenger of a divine being? What will be his fate,
and that of the women in his life, on this wonderful “Satyr Day?”
Excerpt From
“Satyrday Morning”
“So
what about you, papi?” she said. She put an arm around his
shoulders and snuggled close. “Any new women in your life?”
“Ha,”
he said. “I asked Anaya out again tonight. And she turned me down again.”
“I
like Anaya,” Isabel said. “She is very pretty.” She turned towards him, full
breast pressing into his arm. “Not as pretty as you are, though, mi vida.” She
kissed his cheek softly, pressing close.
Suddenly
Owen was very aware of her warm body next to his. His shaft stirred and
lengthened, growing down the length of his thigh. Their eyes met, hers shining
brightly with desire.
She wants you. The thought came to his
mind unbidden. If he gave her the smallest hint, Isabel would be more than
willing to take him to bed.
Instead
he rolled off the trunk, eyes wide. “Isabel, I think you've had a little too
much to drink. How about we go inside? I've got to be at work at ten o'clock.
“Oh,
by the way,” he added. “One of the drivers got fired tonight, and I'm taking a
day shift tomorrow, so I can be here when Samara visits for supper tomorrow
night.”
Isabel
sat up, cheeks flaming in embarrassment. What had she been thinking? Somehow,
it had seemed so right, to snuggle close to Owen, so handsome, so strong. Hands
shaking, she clambered to her feet, ignoring the urgent ache in her belly, the
warm glow in her breasts.
Excerpt from “Satyrday
Afternoon”
Sandy
took him by the hand. “Come on.”
“What?”
She
led him around to the rear of the house. The tiny back yard was mostly occupied
by an inflated bouncy house, but it was empty. All the children were inside,
scarfing down pizza and sipping on juice boxes.
“If
I had the choice, I’d drag you into my bedroom,” she said, her tired face
transformed by a wicked smile he remembered from the old days. “But I’m not
crazy enough to try that with a house full of kids and parents. Instead we’ll
do it the old-fashioned way. Remember that school assembly, when we snuck down
underneath the bleachers in the gym and made out? I wanted to give you oral,
but you were scared we’d get caught?”
He
nodded, caught up in memory. As Sandy spoke, the years seemed to disappear, and
she looked like she had when they were teenagers, still untouched by the
disappointments of life.
“Over
here,” she whispered, taking him by the arm and pulling him behind the bouncy
house. Once there, she wrapped him in a
tight embrace, her hands reaching up to stroke his shoulders, then down towards
his rear.
“Kiss
me, Owen,” she said softly. “It’s been too long. Tommy is a wonderful little
boy, but my bed has been empty for over a year. I need more. I need a man. And
if we can’t go and make love in the house, at least I can take some comfort
here.”
She
tilted her face up, and he bent his head and kissed her softly. Her body moved
close to his, sweet and pliant, just as he remembered. His shaft hardened,
pressing into her vulnerable belly.
She
pulled away and smiled into his eyes. “Well, that didn’t take much, did it?
Now,” she continued, licking her lips hungrily. “Let’s see what I can do for
you.”
Excerpt from “Satyrday
Night”
Phoebe
sighed. “Owen, sometimes humans really are most remarkably dense.
“Did
you really think you could accept the gifts you have been given, go on with
your life, and not have to give something in return? For everything there is a
price.”
“And
what price will I have to pay?” Owen asked tensely.
“Why,
belief, dear child. Faith. Eventually, possibly, priesthood. Fortunately,” she
said, the smile in her voice clear, “the laws of your nation are amazingly lax.
You can set yourself up as a priest of Bacchus and the only thing that will
happen is that people will look at you a bit strangely.
“Some
of the women you...serve...will be drawn to you. And your new faith. Anaya.
Isabel. Samara. Or Wendy, for example. There's a lusty piece of ass. I wish I
had known her when I was male. She would be a perfect choice to help lead your
new temple. She could draw in converts by the dozen. Male and female both.”
Owen's
temper, already frayed, abruptly snapped. “This is ridiculous!” he shouted. “I
am not a priest. I am not going to
start a church worshiping some long-gone Greek god. I am not going to have a
herd of horny women around me who worship Bacchus and bring in converts.”
Phoebe's
voice grew cold. “You don't want it, boy? Fine. Take off the bracelet. Throw it
away. Throw it all away. Go back to
your tedious, soul-sucking job. Beg for hours as a delivery boy, scrape for
tips. Live one step up from poverty, if you can.
“Get
your precious diploma. Find a job. Marry a woman with goals as small and petty
as your own. Accept mediocrity. Deny the possibility of beauty and power and
passion.
“And
for the rest of your life, you'll always wonder.
“What if.”
Keywords: Erotica, M/F sex, Interracial, MILF, Hardcore
Sex, Urban Fantasy, Gods and Goddesses, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Paranormal,
Science Fiction, Three-way, FFM, Groupsex