A1AdultEbooks - The Adult Community

Readers Join Our Community Here

 

Member Id : 

Password : 

 

 

Forgotten your codes?

Search by Title/Subtitle, Author or words
 

Alternative Search Option

A1AdultEbooks - The Adult Community

Readers Join Our Community Here

 

Member Id : 

Password : 

 

 

Forgotten your codes?

Search by Title/Subtitle, Author or words
 

Alternative Search Option

A1AdultEbooks - The Adult Community

Readers Join Our Community Here

 

Member Id : 

Password : 

 

 

Forgotten your codes?

Search by Title/Subtitle, Author or words
 

Members can now use 1-click checkouts with Verotel - making it quicker and easier for you to buy with your credit card. CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO...

Self-publish your adult fiction here.

Latest Titles

  Latest Exclusive from Fiction4All

  Latest Erotica and BDSM

  Latest Romance

  Latest Novels

  Latest Novellas

  Latest Short Stories

  Latest Micro Stories

 

Popular Themes

  Corporal Punishment and Discipline

  Plantations

  Harems

  Ponygirls

  Interracial

  Lesbian

  Gay

  Bisexual

  Science Fiction

 

AUTHOR SALE OFFERS

Discounted Titles

Hall Of Fame / Best-Sellers

Romance

Erotica

Dark Erotica

BDSM Erotica

Books By Period

Books By Publisher

Newsletters

 

 

Twitter

HOT BOOKS TODAY

Sales levels (discs numbered 1 to 5)
apply to sales in the first 28 days
on our own sites.

sales level 0

1.  Undercover Submissive - Crimson Rose

sales level 0

2.  BDSM Mega Pack - Crimson Rose

sales level 0

3.  Stockholm Syndrome - Daisy Rose

sales level 2

4.  Elizabeth Enslaved - Peter Marriner

sales level 1

5.  Crusader - V.W. Singer

sales level 0

6.  The Honourable Fgt Club - V.W. Singer

sales level 2

7.  The Taking Of Cheryl, Book One: Cheryl Captured - Paul Blades

sales level 0

8.  The Strokerville Chronicles: Vol. II - Richard Wadsworth

sales level 0

9.  The Disciplinary Hearing - Sam Nicol

sales level 0

10.  Losing Control - Crimson Rose

CURRENT BEST-SELLERS

sales level 4

1.  BLACK OWNED - drkfetyshnyghts

sales level 2

2.  By Judicial Decree 11: Negotiable Instrument - Commander James Bondage

sales level 1

3.  Enslaved by the Rebel Army Part One - Tor Melati

sales level 1

4.  Making a Pony-girl Part Three - Final Part - Tor Melati

sales level 1

5.  Working For The Lees - Argus

sales level 1

6.  Nightmare in Diamond - Simon Grail

sales level 0

7.  The Twin Submissives - Argus

sales level 0

8.  Nightmare In... Collection One - Simon Grail

sales level 0

9.  Miranda's Week Of Submission - Argus

sales level 0

10.  Bound by the Neighbors - Powerone

sales level 0

11.  THE SEDUCTION GAME - Damien Dsoul

sales level 1

12.  Jenny Polo Book 3: Hell in Hollow Earth - Adriana Arden

sales level 2

13.  Making a Pony-girl Part Two - Tor Melati

sales level 0

14.  Angela and the Witch House - R.G. Bargy

sales level 0

15.  Maze of Submission - Crimson Rose

sales level 2

16.  Making a Pony-girl Part One - Tor Melati

sales level 1

17.  Randi's Fate - Paul Blades

sales level 0

18.  The Sessions - Gemma Stone

sales level 0

19.  Masquerade - Faye Valentine

sales level 0

20.  Eleven Short Stories - Damien Dsoul

sales level 1

21.  Super-Hot - Diana Philbrick

sales level 0

22.  Melanie's Story - Book 1 - Marcus Cashman

sales level 0

23.  The Chronicles Of Rita - Volume 8 - Shadow

sales level 0

24.  Milking Megan - Crimson Rose

sales level 0

25.  The Degenerate - Anonymous

sales level 0

26.  The Swimsuit Saga - Anonymous

sales level 0

27.  Prison Playthings - Crimson Rose

sales level 1

28.  The Hot Potato - Simon Grail

sales level 0

29.  The Catacombs And The Acolyte's Collar - Michaela Francis

sales level 0

30.  By Judicial Decree 9: Court Martial - Commander James Bondage

SELECTED BOOKS FOR YOU!

These change every 4 hours

Click Cover For Details

AUTHORS WITH RECENTLY ADDED BOOKS

Twitter

HOT BOOKS TODAY

Sales levels (discs numbered 1 to 5)
apply to sales in the first 28 days
on our own sites.

sales level 0

1.  Undercover Submissive - Crimson Rose

sales level 0

2.  BDSM Mega Pack - Crimson Rose

sales level 0

3.  Stockholm Syndrome - Daisy Rose

sales level 2

4.  Elizabeth Enslaved - Peter Marriner

sales level 1

5.  Crusader - V.W. Singer

sales level 0

6.  The Honourable Fgt Club - V.W. Singer

sales level 2

7.  The Taking Of Cheryl, Book One: Cheryl Captured - Paul Blades

sales level 0

8.  The Strokerville Chronicles: Vol. II - Richard Wadsworth

sales level 0

9.  The Disciplinary Hearing - Sam Nicol

sales level 0

10.  Losing Control - Crimson Rose

CURRENT BEST-SELLERS

sales level 4

1.  BLACK OWNED - drkfetyshnyghts

sales level 2

2.  By Judicial Decree 11: Negotiable Instrument - Commander James Bondage

sales level 1

3.  Enslaved by the Rebel Army Part One - Tor Melati

sales level 1

4.  Making a Pony-girl Part Three - Final Part - Tor Melati

sales level 1

5.  Working For The Lees - Argus

sales level 1

6.  Nightmare in Diamond - Simon Grail

sales level 0

7.  The Twin Submissives - Argus

sales level 0

8.  Nightmare In... Collection One - Simon Grail

sales level 0

9.  Miranda's Week Of Submission - Argus

sales level 0

10.  Bound by the Neighbors - Powerone

sales level 0

11.  THE SEDUCTION GAME - Damien Dsoul

sales level 1

12.  Jenny Polo Book 3: Hell in Hollow Earth - Adriana Arden

sales level 2

13.  Making a Pony-girl Part Two - Tor Melati

sales level 0

14.  Angela and the Witch House - R.G. Bargy

sales level 0

15.  Maze of Submission - Crimson Rose

sales level 2

16.  Making a Pony-girl Part One - Tor Melati

sales level 1

17.  Randi's Fate - Paul Blades

sales level 0

18.  The Sessions - Gemma Stone

sales level 0

19.  Masquerade - Faye Valentine

sales level 0

20.  Eleven Short Stories - Damien Dsoul

sales level 1

21.  Super-Hot - Diana Philbrick

sales level 0

22.  Melanie's Story - Book 1 - Marcus Cashman

sales level 0

23.  The Chronicles Of Rita - Volume 8 - Shadow

sales level 0

24.  Milking Megan - Crimson Rose

sales level 0

25.  The Degenerate - Anonymous

sales level 0

26.  The Swimsuit Saga - Anonymous

sales level 0

27.  Prison Playthings - Crimson Rose

sales level 1

28.  The Hot Potato - Simon Grail

sales level 0

29.  The Catacombs And The Acolyte's Collar - Michaela Francis

sales level 0

30.  By Judicial Decree 9: Court Martial - Commander James Bondage

SELECTED BOOKS FOR YOU!

These change every 4 hours

Click Cover For Details

AUTHORS WITH RECENTLY ADDED BOOKS

The Rogue Sex Therapist (Imelda Stark)


The Rogue Sex Therapist by Imelda Stark

Click here for larger cover

$4.99

Add To Cart

More By This Author

    • Not yet rated. Buy this book and be the first to rate it!

Email me when books by this author are published

Evelyn Barnes is a tall, slender, green-eyed redhead who has been accustomed to turning heads with her charisma and good looks. She is also possessed of a powerful bisexual libido and a lifelong fascination with both sex and the minds of those who engage in her favorite pastime. A self-proclaimed ‘alpha bitch’ since elementary school, what better career could she gravitate towards than that of sex therapist? Her wit and charm make her wildly successful in that field, and for a time she is able to keep her secret penchant for erotic domination to her private life in local BDSM clubs, carefully separate from her work. But her tendency towards boredom begins to erode her good intentions regarding this firewall, and she begins to fantasize about certain patients whom she suspects might need just what her domme persona has to offer. An attractive young couple seeks her help for their dead sex life, and one thing leads to another, until our heroine goes rogue and all ethical restrictions fly out the window. All manner of erotic complications emerge. Soon her sexy Kiwi intern, Evelyn’s handsome submissive husband, and a powerful older couple are recruited into the naughty fun and games. All of this works to the consummate pleasure (leavened by more than a bit of pain for some participants) of all concerned.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Pink Flamingo Media    Published: 11 / 2017

We do not recommend this book for readers under 18 years of age

No. words: 55421

Style: BDSM/Bondage - Content: Strong - Classed as: Consensual -    Fem Dom - F/M, Spanking and Bondage

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle

Current all-time sales ranking: #5994


Excerpt..

Chapter One

Dr. Evelyn Barnes was feeling restless and bored. This was not an unusual state for the willowy green-eyed redhead, who had struggled with these particular emotions since her earliest memory. Even as a precocious toddler, our heroine all too often found herself being bent over an adult’s lap as her skirt was raised and panties lowered and grownup frustrations with her frenetic willfulness were taken out on her poor squirming buttocks. Part of why she had always liked sex so much was that erotic activity of almost any sort was one of the few sure-fire antidotes to her persistent subtle sense that she was missing out on something much more interesting than what was in front of her. The ability of sex to allay her dissatisfaction was a discovery made as she lay sobbing on her stomach after a particularly severe spanking early in elementary school. Certain touches in certain regions between her legs that her prim parents deemed unmentionable resulted in very pleasant sensations that soothed her distress as well as whisking away all boredom. Well, for awhile, at least, until the euphoria wore off.
But Ev learned to manage her uneasy disposition, at least well enough to avoid hated spankings, by the time she was ten years old. This unusual self control also turned out to be quite helpful in her social quest to occupy the coveted ‘Queen Bee’ niche among her peers at school and in the neighborhood. She saw early on among her fellow girls that those at the top of the social pecking order fared much better than those further down that contentious ladder. Her good looks and acute native intelligence combined with a precocious social awareness to learn how to maneuver deftly in these treacherous waters of elementary school politics. The tall slender green-eyed redhead used her subtle wit and brilliant smile and innate charisma to charm teachers and fellow students alike. But beneath this pleasing facade was a steely determination to be the alpha bitch in all possible settings. If anyone was going to be dishing our rather than taking punishment, it was to be our heroine. As she had read somewhere and immediately believed, “If you’re not the lead dog the view never changes”. If anyone was going to have their nose in someone else’s ass, it wasn’t going to be our Evelyn.
So what could have been more natural for such a girl than to wend her way into the field of psychology, in which field there seemed to reside whatever science there was pertaining to human nature. And once in graduate school for her doctorate, sex therapy seemed like the most natural fit of any field and of any possible subspecialty. There, in this somewhat wild and wooly niche that seemed to attract some of the more counter-cultural of her classmates, she reasoned that she could help people with something that she had always found fascinating. Plus, for someone who had been rather obsessed with sex since girlhood, the idea of spending her days immersed in that steamy confusing world seemed like the polar opposite of boring.
Yet here she was, ten years later, bored and restless at the beginning of a full day’s schedule of clients. She was well-respected in the field after a long track record of successfully helping couples find vitality in bed that they had given up hoping for. And her own love life was also rather interesting and complex. Evelyn had discovered by being honest with herself (and eventually her psychotherapist) about her masturbatory fantasy life that she was one of those fairly rare women who gets extreme erotic pleasure from...well, let’s put it bluntly—dominating her partner. And it turned out that it didn’t matter very much at all what gender that person was; our heroine could find it equally galvanizing to have her way with a male or female body. That way usually consisted of a sultry combination of psychological and physical mastery, most enjoyably manifesting in her subjecting her partner to uncomfortable experiences. These tended to focus around that person’s derriere, the body part that seemed to fascinate Evelyn beyond all others.
As a psychologist, our heroine had often wondered about her obsession with bottoms. As soon as she encountered media portrayals of people of any age having their buttocks bared or spanked, she distinctly recalled being riveted and aroused. This happened whether the subjects were children or adults, male or female, willing or reluctant. Though, to be honest, Evelyn had always found it more of a turn on if the person being shamed and chastised was willfully submitting. This was especially true if they had done something naughty to warrant corporal punishment that all involved agreed was deserved. Deserved was best, because then the culprit was in consenting, at least nominally, with what was being done to their poor naked derriere. Eroticization of that extreme ambivalence seemed to be at the core of her sexual topography in many settings.
There were obvious roots of her profound kinkiness in our heroine’s own childhood spankings. These were administered most often when she could not help being demanding and bossy and difficult even when she really tried not to. And her otherwise reasonable parents happened to be on the unaffectionate end of the spectrum towards their children. So being taken over a frustrated adult’s knee to have her skirt raised and panties lowered and buttocks belabored was often the only physical contact she had with them in a day. No wonder she found it fascinating no matter how much she hated it.
But spanking left Evelyn’s early life by the time she was ten and matured enough to control herself in most circumstances. Well, that’s not quite true; it would be more accurate to say that being spanked ended then. But her secret fascination with it continued, fostered by her habit since earliest memory of masturbating herself to sleep every night. These covert self-pleasurings always took place to the accompaniment of erotic fantasies, which consisted at the start of replaying in her head some recent punishment she had received. Since these tended to wear out with time, it became necessary to replace them, especially since her newly won self-control meant she was no longer being spanked herself. Being an alpha female in her social realm, Evelyn could maneuver conversations with friends around to hear of their own misadventures with being punished. This was quite common because they all attended a conservative religious school where spared rods were still regarded to lead to spoiled children. These whispered conversations, which seemed to be sexually charged for everyone involved, provided endless fodder for fertile imaginings of her girlfriends taking their own painful medicine from strict old-fashioned parents like her own.
But the fact that our heroine was an avid reader opened up a vast universe for her clandestine fantasy life. It turned out that many mainstream authors of books she could check out from the library wrote about people being spanked. The library also had DVDs of movies and TV programs from the 50s and 60s in which wives and children were taken over the knees of stern Daddies in order to receive their just desserts. She was intrigued that Lucille Ball and Maureen O’Hara were two of these, and that both had hair as red as our heroine’s. And even before she was a teenager, the internet arrived and opened up an even wider panorama, where there were more images and videos and stories than she would ever have time to consume. By the time she left home to attend Stanford, Evelyn had an endless supply of varied fantasies. She later realized these daily imaginings helped her to unconsciously form an erotic map of herself by virtue of thousands of repetitions of annealing particular imagery to sexual pleasure. If her strict parents had gotten her started on this road, the pathway itself had been engineered by her own imagination led solely by what happened to turn her on and get her off the most enjoyably.
Now at this early phase in her development, Evelyn’s erotic life was not particularly focused on BDSM, except in very subtle ways. She had more sex than most of her peers, and with partners of both genders, starting while away at cheerleading camp in the mountains. As the team vice-captain, she got assigned a double room with the Captain rather than bunking in the dorm with all of the other girls. Captain Alice was far from subtle in approaching her protégé, basically taking off her clothes while holding Evelyn’s gaze as soon as the door was closed and lights out declared. Our heroine responded by doing the same thing, and soon the experienced Senior introduced her planned successor to the wonders of what girls can do for each other in bed.
Sex with handsome athletes was available whenever Evelyn wanted, but her peculiar relationship to erotic power made this more problematic. Most young men attractive and fit enough to catch her eye were also testosterone-crazed teenage boys who had watched too much porn and expected even high value targets like her to submit to their desires. She knew that would dry her up fast, and bided her time until college when a rangy young tennis player happened along who had a different feel to him than anyone she’d dated. He was temperamental and sensitive, and won a first date with her by writing her a sonnet extolling the complex virtues of her ill-controlled mop of curly red hair.
Little did hopeful young Robert know that the fiery metaphor his poem was riding translated mightily to his intended’s sexuality and not just her spirit in general. Their first date when she could take him home (as her roommate was away at a sorority function) he learned what a tiger he had by the tail. Once her dorm room door was closed and locked, his alluring hostess bade him stop and intoned,
“No clothes allowed in this place past this point, young man. I’ll take care of mine first while you watch, and then I get my turn to enjoy the view!”
His assent was fervently forthcoming, and he feasted his eyes as Evelyn crossed her arms over her chest to hook her thumbs in the spaghetti straps of her demurely loose summer dress. A simple shrug of both shoulders while she held his gaze with her burning emerald green eyes and the silk fabric cascaded down her slender form to puddle around her feet on the hardwood floor of the foyer. Robert whistled softly in mute admiration of the body so revealed. He had known she was braless by virtue of the dress she’d chosen, but the perfect beauty of the firm young ample B-cup breasts she revealed took his breath away. They were better to his taste than any porn actress he’d ever watched.
She held her hands under them as if to serve them up to him and said,
“These are for you...but I have something I think you’ll like even better...”
Then the sultry young redheaded Goddess slid her hands suggestively down her chiseled belly and hooked her thumbs this time on the side strings of the black thong that covered her bush. Another shrug or two and this last scrap of clothing joined her dress on the floor surrounding her feet. Evelyn’s closely trimmed dark orange pubic bush matched the luxuriant curly locks cascading down her head, and if Robert had been more experienced he would have recognized the intensity of her arousal in the pinkness of engorgement and glistening of her natural lubrication easily visible through her sparse pubes.
But what he lacked in sophistication the young swain made up for in enthusiasm. He looked for a few seconds at this vision of smiling loveliness in front of him, and dramatically slid on his knees to embrace her firm muscular hips as his mouth found that russet-furred organ that all heterosexual men long for above all else since shortly after they are forcibly excluded from it at birth. A previous girlfriend had introduced the gorgeous young man to the fine art of cunnilingus, and he had taken to it like an otter to a mountain stream. Our heroine moaned at the sheer pleasure his avid mouth was giving her almost immediately, and grabbed his flowing brown locks firmly in her hands as she clutched his head to her sexual core. Evelyn instructed freely,
“That’s right, just like that with your tongue...Oh yes, a little slower now, and make it broader...You might want to try slipping your index finger inside...That’s right, and turn it around so you can try to touch your nose through my pubic bone...Oh yes, God that’s good...now make your finger go clockwise around that little rough patch in the skin inside me, and your tongue go the opposite direction on my clit...OH, YES!...GOD!...YESSSSSS!.......”
No previous partner had ever instructed the very anxious to please young man nearly so specifically at this delicious task. Which is probably why no woman had ever responded so explosively to his efforts, an outcome that Robert found extremely satisfying. Once our heroine had come to her satisfaction, she pulled him up to his feet and into a passionate embrace and kiss. After several minutes of exploring each other’s backsides with avid hands as their tongues danced together in delight, Evelyn pulled away and ordered,
“Let’s get those clothes off of that hot body I’m liking feeling, and we’ll see about this nice big cock that seems rather excited with its current circumstance! I think I owe the responsive fellow his own dose of oral pleasuring, don’t you? After all, fair is fair...”
Robert rather clumsily ripped off his tee shirt as his equally impatient partner undid the draw string of his tennis shorts and rapidly had them and his underpants around his ankles. She left them there, rather liking the thought that he was hobbled like a horse put out to graze, and dropped to her knees far more gracefully than he had. Evelyn looked up at his handsome young face as her hands cupped his balls and scrotum gently but firmly and gave them a soft massage, making him close his eyes and cast his head back in pleasure. His cock was rock hard, perhaps seven inches long and an inch in diameter—on the large size according to what she’d read, but a perfectly good instrument upon which to lose her virginity. Her hymen was long gone from her horseback riding and masturbatory habits, so she figured the bigger the better.
And then the next few minutes were lost in a sea of adolescent lust as Evelyn (who had studied oral sex techniques for both genders on line) gave Robert the best blow job of his young life. She felt his balls draw upwards as he neared his pinnacle, and decided to get a little rough with them, squeezing and massaging deeply (after all, they were the source of most evil in the world, the wicked little testosterone generators). This caused him to buck with surprise but triggered an almost instantaneous spending of their contents. Trooper that she was, our heroine swallowed every drop of the yucky substance, which she judged not at all as tasty as the female genitalia she had kissed at camp. But in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought as she gagged the salty bitter mucoid substance down. She’d once heard a joke that an ‘eleven’ was a ‘ten’ who swallowed, and by God was going to have the highest ranking possible (as usual in everything she did).
Then it was time to lead Robert to her room, now that our heroine had drained off his initial youthful exuberance. She had read up a lot on losing one’s virginity, and decided to manage her young man such that it was a better experience for them both than was generally the case for first time lovers. Soon she stripped her bedding back to the fitted sheet and pushed her bemused swain authoritatively onto his back in the center of her twin bed. Then she reached in the bedside table for a condom, tossed it on the bed beside him, straddled his muscular tennis player’s thighs, and commanded,
“Watch me play with myself so you can learn how I like to be touched while we get you hard again so I can put his little raincoat on before inviting your lovely big soldier inside me, where I suspect he would very much like to be.”
Evelyn proceeded to use her right hand to stimulate her clitoris and her left to play with her nipples and areoles after lasciviously moistening her fingers in her perfect rosebud mouth. Robert was surprised at how rough she was with her breasts, and how vigorously her index finger plunged inside her while her thumb smoothly encircled her clitoris. Less than a minute of this incredibly erotic spectacle was required to achieve the desired result, and soon her deft fingers were smoothing the condom over his resurgent erection, as she explained,
“I’m on the pill for several years since I started my period and had bad cramps, so if we become exclusive we won’t have to use the condom once we’ve both passed our tests at Planned Parenthood. Until then, I know guys can’t feel as much with a raincoat on, but I promise you’ll still have a good time!”
Then this long-limbed lanky forceful woman took his encased organ in hand and posted above him, rubbing his prepuce up and down her labia to gather the profuse evidence of her arousal. Once he was properly slickened, Evelyn guided him home as she groaned surprisingly coarsely at the sheer pleasure of being penetrated for the first time by a man. Once he was inside her to the hilt, she discovered that their pubic bones caught her clitoris right between them, giving her a wonderful sensation when she rocked her hips back and forth. She ordered,
“Use your hands on my tits the way you saw me doing, while I play with your balls...”
This combination had her coming again in a few minutes, this time far more raucously. And the amazing rhythmic contractions of her pelvic floor and vagina around his cock supplemented the amazing things she was doing to his testicles. Soon Robert orgasmed, his throaty cries of pleasure joining Evelyn’s as he dutifully pinched her nipples, intensifying the pressure when she gasped, “Harder!” They both came for the better part of half a minute before she collapsed forward on his muscular abdomen and torso. Their hearts were racing and their skin sweaty and hot as they gently kissed and caressed each other’s perfect naked bodies and both admitted that it was their first time.
But as galvanizing an experience as losing her virginity had been, one thing remained true about our heroine. In the moment of both of her orgasms, what she was thinking about was turning this handsome young man over her lap and spanking his gorgeous athlete’s buttocks while holding his cock between her smooth thighs until he came.


Excerpt..

Chapter One



Dr. Evelyn Barnes was feeling restless and bored. This was not an unusual state for the willowy green-eyed redhead, who had struggled
with these particular emotions since her earliest memory. Even as a precocious toddler, our heroine all too often found herself being bent
over an adult’s lap as her skirt was raised and panties lowered and grownup frustrations with her frenetic willfulness were taken out on her
poor squirming buttocks. Part of why she had always liked sex so much was that erotic activity of almost any sort was one of the few
sure-fire antidotes to her persistent subtle sense that she was missing out on something much more interesting than what was in front of
her. The ability of sex to allay her dissatisfaction was a discovery made as she lay sobbing on her stomach after a particularly severe
spanking early in elementary school. Certain touches in certain regions between her legs that her prim parents deemed unmentionable resulted
in very pleasant sensations that soothed her distress as well as whisking away all boredom. Well, for awhile, at least, until the euphoria
wore off.

But Ev learned to manage her uneasy disposition, at least well enough to avoid hated spankings, by the time she was ten years old. This
unusual self control also turned out to be quite helpful in her social quest to occupy the coveted ‘Queen Bee’ niche among her peers at
school and in the neighborhood. She saw early on among her fellow girls that those at the top of the social pecking order fared much better
than those further down that contentious ladder. Her good looks and acute native intelligence combined with a precocious social awareness to
learn how to maneuver deftly in these treacherous waters of elementary school politics. The tall slender green-eyed redhead used her subtle
wit and brilliant smile and innate charisma to charm teachers and fellow students alike. But beneath this pleasing facade was a steely
determination to be the alpha bitch in all possible settings. If anyone was going to be dishing our rather than taking punishment, it was to
be our heroine. As she had read somewhere and immediately believed, “If you’re not the lead dog the view never changes”. If anyone was going
to have their nose in someone else’s ass, it wasn’t going to be our Evelyn.

So what could have been more natural for such a girl than to wend her way into the field of psychology, in which field there seemed to
reside whatever science there was pertaining to human nature. And once in graduate school for her doctorate, sex therapy seemed like the
most natural fit of any field and of any possible subspecialty. There, in this somewhat wild and wooly niche that seemed to attract some of
the more counter-cultural of her classmates, she reasoned that she could help people with something that she had always found fascinating.
Plus, for someone who had been rather obsessed with sex since girlhood, the idea of spending her days immersed in that steamy confusing
world seemed like the polar opposite of boring.

Yet here she was, ten years later, bored and restless at the beginning of a full day’s schedule of clients. She was well-respected in
the field after a long track record of successfully helping couples find vitality in bed that they had given up hoping for. And her own love
life was also rather interesting and complex. Evelyn had discovered by being honest with herself (and eventually her psychotherapist) about
her masturbatory fantasy life that she was one of those fairly rare women who gets extreme erotic pleasure from...well, let’s put it
bluntly—dominating her partner. And it turned out that it didn’t matter very much at all what gender that person was; our heroine could find
it equally galvanizing to have her way with a male or female body. That way usually consisted of a sultry combination of psychological and
physical mastery, most enjoyably manifesting in her subjecting her partner to uncomfortable experiences. These tended to focus around that
person’s derriere, the body part that seemed to fascinate Evelyn beyond all others.

As a psychologist, our heroine had often wondered about her obsession with bottoms. As soon as she encountered media portrayals of
people of any age having their buttocks bared or spanked, she distinctly recalled being riveted and aroused. This happened whether the
subjects were children or adults, male or female, willing or reluctant. Though, to be honest, Evelyn had always found it more of a turn on
if the person being shamed and chastised was willfully submitting. This was especially true if they had done something naughty to warrant
corporal punishment that all involved agreed was deserved. Deserved was best, because then the culprit was in consenting, at least
nominally, with what was being done to their poor naked derriere. Eroticization of that extreme ambivalence seemed to be at the core of her
sexual topography in many settings.

There were obvious roots of her profound kinkiness in our heroine’s own childhood spankings. These were administered most often when she
could not help being demanding and bossy and difficult even when she really tried not to. And her otherwise reasonable parents happened to
be on the unaffectionate end of the spectrum towards their children. So being taken over a frustrated adult’s knee to have her skirt raised
and panties lowered and buttocks belabored was often the only physical contact she had with them in a day. No wonder she found it
fascinating no matter how much she hated it.

But spanking left Evelyn’s early life by the time she was ten and matured enough to control herself in most circumstances. Well, that’s
not quite true; it would be more accurate to say that being spanked ended then. But her secret fascination with it continued, fostered by
her habit since earliest memory of masturbating herself to sleep every night. These covert self-pleasurings always took place to the
accompaniment of erotic fantasies, which consisted at the start of replaying in her head some recent punishment she had received. Since
these tended to wear out with time, it became necessary to replace them, especially since her newly won self-control meant she was no longer
being spanked herself. Being an alpha female in her social realm, Evelyn could maneuver conversations with friends around to hear of their
own misadventures with being punished. This was quite common because they all attended a conservative religious school where spared rods
were still regarded to lead to spoiled children. These whispered conversations, which seemed to be sexually charged for everyone involved,
provided endless fodder for fertile imaginings of her girlfriends taking their own painful medicine from strict old-fashioned parents like
her own.

But the fact that our heroine was an avid reader opened up a vast universe for her clandestine fantasy life. It turned out that many
mainstream authors of books she could check out from the library wrote about people being spanked. The library also had DVDs of movies and
TV programs from the 50s and 60s in which wives and children were taken over the knees of stern Daddies in order to receive their just
desserts. She was intrigued that Lucille Ball and Maureen O’Hara were two of these, and that both had hair as red as our heroine’s. And even
before she was a teenager, the internet arrived and opened up an even wider panorama, where there were more images and videos and stories
than she would ever have time to consume. By the time she left home to attend Stanford, Evelyn had an endless supply of varied fantasies.
She later realized these daily imaginings helped her to unconsciously form an erotic map of herself by virtue of thousands of repetitions of
annealing particular imagery to sexual pleasure. If her strict parents had gotten her started on this road, the pathway itself had been
engineered by her own imagination led solely by what happened to turn her on and get her off the most enjoyably.

Now at this early phase in her development, Evelyn’s erotic life was not particularly focused on BDSM, except in very subtle ways. She
had more sex than most of her peers, and with partners of both genders, starting while away at cheerleading camp in the mountains. As the
team vice-captain, she got assigned a double room with the Captain rather than bunking in the dorm with all of the other girls. Captain
Alice was far from subtle in approaching her protégé, basically taking off her clothes while holding Evelyn’s gaze as soon as the door was
closed and lights out declared. Our heroine responded by doing the same thing, and soon the experienced Senior introduced her planned
successor to the wonders of what girls can do for each other in bed.

Sex with handsome athletes was available whenever Evelyn wanted, but her peculiar relationship to erotic power made this more
problematic. Most young men attractive and fit enough to catch her eye were also testosterone-crazed teenage boys who had watched too much
porn and expected even high value targets like her to submit to their desires. She knew that would dry her up fast, and bided her time until
college when a rangy young tennis player happened along who had a different feel to him than anyone she’d dated. He was temperamental and
sensitive, and won a first date with her by writing her a sonnet extolling the complex virtues of her ill-controlled mop of curly red hair.


Little did hopeful young Robert know that the fiery metaphor his poem was riding translated mightily to his intended’s sexuality and not
just her spirit in general. Their first date when she could take him home (as her roommate was away at a sorority function) he learned what
a tiger he had by the tail. Once her dorm room door was closed and locked, his alluring hostess bade him stop and intoned,

“No clothes allowed in this place past this point, young man. I’ll take care of mine first while you watch, and then I get my turn to
enjoy the view!”

His assent was fervently forthcoming, and he feasted his eyes as Evelyn crossed her arms over her chest to hook her thumbs in the
spaghetti straps of her demurely loose summer dress. A simple shrug of both shoulders while she held his gaze with her burning emerald green
eyes and the silk fabric cascaded down her slender form to puddle around her feet on the hardwood floor of the foyer. Robert whistled softly
in mute admiration of the body so revealed. He had known she was braless by virtue of the dress she’d chosen, but the perfect beauty of the
firm young ample B-cup breasts she revealed took his breath away. They were better to his taste than any porn actress he’d ever watched. />
She held her hands under them as if to serve them up to him and said,

“These are for you...but I have something I think you’ll like even better...”

Then the sultry young redheaded Goddess slid her hands suggestively down her chiseled belly and hooked her thumbs this time on the side
strings of the black thong that covered her bush. Another shrug or two and this last scrap of clothing joined her dress on the floor
surrounding her feet. Evelyn’s closely trimmed dark orange pubic bush matched the luxuriant curly locks cascading down her head, and if
Robert had been more experienced he would have recognized the intensity of her arousal in the pinkness of engorgement and glistening of her
natural lubrication easily visible through her sparse pubes.

But what he lacked in sophistication the young swain made up for in enthusiasm. He looked for a few seconds at this vision of smiling
loveliness in front of him, and dramatically slid on his knees to embrace her firm muscular hips as his mouth found that russet-furred organ
that all heterosexual men long for above all else since shortly after they are forcibly excluded from it at birth. A previous girlfriend had
introduced the gorgeous young man to the fine art of cunnilingus, and he had taken to it like an otter to a mountain stream. Our heroine
moaned at the sheer pleasure his avid mouth was giving her almost immediately, and grabbed his flowing brown locks firmly in her hands as
she clutched his head to her sexual core. Evelyn instructed freely,

“That’s right, just like that with your tongue...Oh yes, a little slower now, and make it broader...You might want to try slipping your
index finger inside...That’s right, and turn it around so you can try to touch your nose through my pubic bone...Oh yes, God that’s
good...now make your finger go clockwise around that little rough patch in the skin inside me, and your tongue go the opposite direction on
my clit...OH, YES!...GOD!...YESSSSSS!.......”

No previous partner had ever instructed the very anxious to please young man nearly so specifically at this delicious task. Which is
probably why no woman had ever responded so explosively to his efforts, an outcome that Robert found extremely satisfying. Once our heroine
had come to her satisfaction, she pulled him up to his feet and into a passionate embrace and kiss. After several minutes of exploring each
other’s backsides with avid hands as their tongues danced together in delight, Evelyn pulled away and ordered,

“Let’s get those clothes off of that hot body I’m liking feeling, and we’ll see about this nice big cock that seems rather excited with
its current circumstance! I think I owe the responsive fellow his own dose of oral pleasuring, don’t you? After all, fair is fair...”

Robert rather clumsily ripped off his tee shirt as his equally impatient partner undid the draw string of his tennis shorts and rapidly
had them and his underpants around his ankles. She left them there, rather liking the thought that he was hobbled like a horse put out to
graze, and dropped to her knees far more gracefully than he had. Evelyn looked up at his handsome young face as her hands cupped his balls
and scrotum gently but firmly and gave them a soft massage, making him close his eyes and cast his head back in pleasure. His cock was rock
hard, perhaps seven inches long and an inch in diameter—on the large size according to what she’d read, but a perfectly good instrument upon
which to lose her virginity. Her hymen was long gone from her horseback riding and masturbatory habits, so she figured the bigger the
better.

And then the next few minutes were lost in a sea of adolescent lust as Evelyn (who had studied oral sex techniques for both genders on
line) gave Robert the best blow job of his young life. She felt his balls draw upwards as he neared his pinnacle, and decided to get a
little rough with them, squeezing and massaging deeply (after all, they were the source of most evil in the world, the wicked little
testosterone generators). This caused him to buck with surprise but triggered an almost instantaneous spending of their contents. Trooper
that she was, our heroine swallowed every drop of the yucky substance, which she judged not at all as tasty as the female genitalia she had
kissed at camp. But in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought as she gagged the salty bitter mucoid substance down. She’d once heard a
joke that an ‘eleven’ was a ‘ten’ who swallowed, and by God was going to have the highest ranking possible (as usual in everything she
did).

Then it was time to lead Robert to her room, now that our heroine had drained off his initial youthful exuberance. She had read up a lot
on losing one’s virginity, and decided to manage her young man such that it was a better experience for them both than was generally the
case for first time lovers. Soon she stripped her bedding back to the fitted sheet and pushed her bemused swain authoritatively onto his
back in the center of her twin bed. Then she reached in the bedside table for a condom, tossed it on the bed beside him, straddled his
muscular tennis player’s thighs, and commanded,

“Watch me play with myself so you can learn how I like to be touched while we get you hard again so I can put his little raincoat on
before inviting your lovely big soldier inside me, where I suspect he would very much like to be.”

Evelyn proceeded to use her right hand to stimulate her clitoris and her left to play with her nipples and areoles after lasciviously
moistening her fingers in her perfect rosebud mouth. Robert was surprised at how rough she was with her breasts, and how vigorously her
index finger plunged inside her while her thumb smoothly encircled her clitoris. Less than a minute of this incredibly erotic spectacle was
required to achieve the desired result, and soon her deft fingers were smoothing the condom over his resurgent erection, as she
explained,

“I’m on the pill for several years since I started my period and had bad cramps, so if we become exclusive we won’t have to use the
condom once we’ve both passed our tests at Planned Parenthood. Until then, I know guys can’t feel as much with a raincoat on, but I promise
you’ll still have a good time!”

Then this long-limbed lanky forceful woman took his encased organ in hand and posted above him, rubbing his prepuce up and down her
labia to gather the profuse evidence of her arousal. Once he was properly slickened, Evelyn guided him home as she groaned surprisingly
coarsely at the sheer pleasure of being penetrated for the first time by a man. Once he was inside her to the hilt, she discovered that
their pubic bones caught her clitoris right between them, giving her a wonderful sensation when she rocked her hips back and forth. She
ordered,

“Use your hands on my tits the way you saw me doing, while I play with your balls...”

This combination had her coming again in a few minutes, this time far more raucously. And the amazing rhythmic contractions of her
pelvic floor and vagina around his cock supplemented the amazing things she was doing to his testicles. Soon Robert orgasmed, his throaty
cries of pleasure joining Evelyn’s as he dutifully pinched her nipples, intensifying the pressure when she gasped, “Harder!” They both came
for the better part of half a minute before she collapsed forward on his muscular abdomen and torso. Their hearts were racing and their skin
sweaty and hot as they gently kissed and caressed each other’s perfect naked bodies and both admitted that it was their first time.

But as galvanizing an experience as losing her virginity had been, one thing remained true about our heroine. In the moment of both of
her orgasms, what she was thinking about was turning this handsome young man over her lap and spanking his gorgeous athlete’s buttocks while
holding his cock between her smooth thighs until he came.


Excerpt..

Chapter One





Dr. Evelyn Barnes was feeling restless and bored. This was not an unusual state for the willowy green-eyed redhead, who had struggled

with these particular emotions since her earliest memory. Even as a precocious toddler, our heroine all too often found herself being bent

over an adult’s lap as her skirt was raised and panties lowered and grownup frustrations with her frenetic willfulness were taken out on her

poor squirming buttocks. Part of why she had always liked sex so much was that erotic activity of almost any sort was one of the few

sure-fire antidotes to her persistent subtle sense that she was missing out on something much more interesting than what was in front of

her. The ability of sex to allay her dissatisfaction was a discovery made as she lay sobbing on her stomach after a particularly severe

spanking early in elementary school. Certain touches in certain regions between her legs that her prim parents deemed unmentionable resulted

in very pleasant sensations that soothed her distress as well as whisking away all boredom. Well, for awhile, at least, until the euphoria

wore off.


But Ev learned to manage her uneasy disposition, at least well enough to avoid hated spankings, by the time she was ten years old. This

unusual self control also turned out to be quite helpful in her social quest to occupy the coveted ‘Queen Bee’ niche among her peers at

school and in the neighborhood. She saw early on among her fellow girls that those at the top of the social pecking order fared much better

than those further down that contentious ladder. Her good looks and acute native intelligence combined with a precocious social awareness to

learn how to maneuver deftly in these treacherous waters of elementary school politics. The tall slender green-eyed redhead used her subtle

wit and brilliant smile and innate charisma to charm teachers and fellow students alike. But beneath this pleasing facade was a steely

determination to be the alpha bitch in all possible settings. If anyone was going to be dishing our rather than taking punishment, it was to

be our heroine. As she had read somewhere and immediately believed, “If you’re not the lead dog the view never changes”. If anyone was going

to have their nose in someone else’s ass, it wasn’t going to be our Evelyn.


So what could have been more natural for such a girl than to wend her way into the field of psychology, in which field there seemed to

reside whatever science there was pertaining to human nature. And once in graduate school for her doctorate, sex therapy seemed like the

most natural fit of any field and of any possible subspecialty. There, in this somewhat wild and wooly niche that seemed to attract some of

the more counter-cultural of her classmates, she reasoned that she could help people with something that she had always found fascinating.

Plus, for someone who had been rather obsessed with sex since girlhood, the idea of spending her days immersed in that steamy confusing

world seemed like the polar opposite of boring.


Yet here she was, ten years later, bored and restless at the beginning of a full day’s schedule of clients. She was well-respected in

the field after a long track record of successfully helping couples find vitality in bed that they had given up hoping for. And her own love

life was also rather interesting and complex. Evelyn had discovered by being honest with herself (and eventually her psychotherapist) about

her masturbatory fantasy life that she was one of those fairly rare women who gets extreme erotic pleasure from...well, let’s put it

bluntly—dominating her partner. And it turned out that it didn’t matter very much at all what gender that person was; our heroine could find

it equally galvanizing to have her way with a male or female body. That way usually consisted of a sultry combination of psychological and

physical mastery, most enjoyably manifesting in her subjecting her partner to uncomfortable experiences. These tended to focus around that

person’s derriere, the body part that seemed to fascinate Evelyn beyond all others.


As a psychologist, our heroine had often wondered about her obsession with bottoms. As soon as she encountered media portrayals of

people of any age having their buttocks bared or spanked, she distinctly recalled being riveted and aroused. This happened whether the

subjects were children or adults, male or female, willing or reluctant. Though, to be honest, Evelyn had always found it more of a turn on

if the person being shamed and chastised was willfully submitting. This was especially true if they had done something naughty to warrant

corporal punishment that all involved agreed was deserved. Deserved was best, because then the culprit was in consenting, at least

nominally, with what was being done to their poor naked derriere. Eroticization of that extreme ambivalence seemed to be at the core of her

sexual topography in many settings.


There were obvious roots of her profound kinkiness in our heroine’s own childhood spankings. These were administered most often when she

could not help being demanding and bossy and difficult even when she really tried not to. And her otherwise reasonable parents happened to

be on the unaffectionate end of the spectrum towards their children. So being taken over a frustrated adult’s knee to have her skirt raised

and panties lowered and buttocks belabored was often the only physical contact she had with them in a day. No wonder she found it

fascinating no matter how much she hated it.


But spanking left Evelyn’s early life by the time she was ten and matured enough to control herself in most circumstances. Well, that’s

not quite true; it would be more accurate to say that being spanked ended then. But her secret fascination with it continued, fostered by

her habit since earliest memory of masturbating herself to sleep every night. These covert self-pleasurings always took place to the

accompaniment of erotic fantasies, which consisted at the start of replaying in her head some recent punishment she had received. Since

these tended to wear out with time, it became necessary to replace them, especially since her newly won self-control meant she was no longer

being spanked herself. Being an alpha female in her social realm, Evelyn could maneuver conversations with friends around to hear of their

own misadventures with being punished. This was quite common because they all attended a conservative religious school where spared rods

were still regarded to lead to spoiled children. These whispered conversations, which seemed to be sexually charged for everyone involved,

provided endless fodder for fertile imaginings of her girlfriends taking their own painful medicine from strict old-fashioned parents like

her own.


But the fact that our heroine was an avid reader opened up a vast universe for her clandestine fantasy life. It turned out that many

mainstream authors of books she could check out from the library wrote about people being spanked. The library also had DVDs of movies and

TV programs from the 50s and 60s in which wives and children were taken over the knees of stern Daddies in order to receive their just

desserts. She was intrigued that Lucille Ball and Maureen O’Hara were two of these, and that both had hair as red as our heroine’s. And even

before she was a teenager, the internet arrived and opened up an even wider panorama, where there were more images and videos and stories

than she would ever have time to consume. By the time she left home to attend Stanford, Evelyn had an endless supply of varied fantasies.

She later realized these daily imaginings helped her to unconsciously form an erotic map of herself by virtue of thousands of repetitions of

annealing particular imagery to sexual pleasure. If her strict parents had gotten her started on this road, the pathway itself had been

engineered by her own imagination led solely by what happened to turn her on and get her off the most enjoyably.


Now at this early phase in her development, Evelyn’s erotic life was not particularly focused on BDSM, except in very subtle ways. She

had more sex than most of her peers, and with partners of both genders, starting while away at cheerleading camp in the mountains. As the

team vice-captain, she got assigned a double room with the Captain rather than bunking in the dorm with all of the other girls. Captain

Alice was far from subtle in approaching her protégé, basically taking off her clothes while holding Evelyn’s gaze as soon as the door was

closed and lights out declared. Our heroine responded by doing the same thing, and soon the experienced Senior introduced her planned

successor to the wonders of what girls can do for each other in bed.


Sex with handsome athletes was available whenever Evelyn wanted, but her peculiar relationship to erotic power made this more

problematic. Most young men attractive and fit enough to catch her eye were also testosterone-crazed teenage boys who had watched too much

porn and expected even high value targets like her to submit to their desires. She knew that would dry her up fast, and bided her time until

college when a rangy young tennis player happened along who had a different feel to him than anyone she’d dated. He was temperamental and

sensitive, and won a first date with her by writing her a sonnet extolling the complex virtues of her ill-controlled mop of curly red hair.




Little did hopeful young Robert know that the fiery metaphor his poem was riding translated mightily to his intended’s sexuality and not

just her spirit in general. Their first date when she could take him home (as her roommate was away at a sorority function) he learned what

a tiger he had by the tail. Once her dorm room door was closed and locked, his alluring hostess bade him stop and intoned,


“No clothes allowed in this place past this point, young man. I’ll take care of mine first while you watch, and then I get my turn to

enjoy the view!”


His assent was fervently forthcoming, and he feasted his eyes as Evelyn crossed her arms over her chest to hook her thumbs in the

spaghetti straps of her demurely loose summer dress. A simple shrug of both shoulders while she held his gaze with her burning emerald green

eyes and the silk fabric cascaded down her slender form to puddle around her feet on the hardwood floor of the foyer. Robert whistled softly

in mute admiration of the body so revealed. He had known she was braless by virtue of the dress she’d chosen, but the perfect beauty of the

firm young ample B-cup breasts she revealed took his breath away. They were better to his taste than any porn actress he’d ever watched.
/>

She held her hands under them as if to serve them up to him and said,


“These are for you...but I have something I think you’ll like even better...”


Then the sultry young redheaded Goddess slid her hands suggestively down her chiseled belly and hooked her thumbs this time on the side

strings of the black thong that covered her bush. Another shrug or two and this last scrap of clothing joined her dress on the floor

surrounding her feet. Evelyn’s closely trimmed dark orange pubic bush matched the luxuriant curly locks cascading down her head, and if

Robert had been more experienced he would have recognized the intensity of her arousal in the pinkness of engorgement and glistening of her

natural lubrication easily visible through her sparse pubes.


But what he lacked in sophistication the young swain made up for in enthusiasm. He looked for a few seconds at this vision of smiling

loveliness in front of him, and dramatically slid on his knees to embrace her firm muscular hips as his mouth found that russet-furred organ

that all heterosexual men long for above all else since shortly after they are forcibly excluded from it at birth. A previous girlfriend had

introduced the gorgeous young man to the fine art of cunnilingus, and he had taken to it like an otter to a mountain stream. Our heroine

moaned at the sheer pleasure his avid mouth was giving her almost immediately, and grabbed his flowing brown locks firmly in her hands as

she clutched his head to her sexual core. Evelyn instructed freely,


“That’s right, just like that with your tongue...Oh yes, a little slower now, and make it broader...You might want to try slipping your

index finger inside...That’s right, and turn it around so you can try to touch your nose through my pubic bone...Oh yes, God that’s

good...now make your finger go clockwise around that little rough patch in the skin inside me, and your tongue go the opposite direction on

my clit...OH, YES!...GOD!...YESSSSSS!.......”


No previous partner had ever instructed the very anxious to please young man nearly so specifically at this delicious task. Which is

probably why no woman had ever responded so explosively to his efforts, an outcome that Robert found extremely satisfying. Once our heroine

had come to her satisfaction, she pulled him up to his feet and into a passionate embrace and kiss. After several minutes of exploring each

other’s backsides with avid hands as their tongues danced together in delight, Evelyn pulled away and ordered,


“Let’s get those clothes off of that hot body I’m liking feeling, and we’ll see about this nice big cock that seems rather excited with

its current circumstance! I think I owe the responsive fellow his own dose of oral pleasuring, don’t you? After all, fair is fair...”


Robert rather clumsily ripped off his tee shirt as his equally impatient partner undid the draw string of his tennis shorts and rapidly

had them and his underpants around his ankles. She left them there, rather liking the thought that he was hobbled like a horse put out to

graze, and dropped to her knees far more gracefully than he had. Evelyn looked up at his handsome young face as her hands cupped his balls

and scrotum gently but firmly and gave them a soft massage, making him close his eyes and cast his head back in pleasure. His cock was rock

hard, perhaps seven inches long and an inch in diameter—on the large size according to what she’d read, but a perfectly good instrument upon

which to lose her virginity. Her hymen was long gone from her horseback riding and masturbatory habits, so she figured the bigger the

better.


And then the next few minutes were lost in a sea of adolescent lust as Evelyn (who had studied oral sex techniques for both genders on

line) gave Robert the best blow job of his young life. She felt his balls draw upwards as he neared his pinnacle, and decided to get a

little rough with them, squeezing and massaging deeply (after all, they were the source of most evil in the world, the wicked little

testosterone generators). This caused him to buck with surprise but triggered an almost instantaneous spending of their contents. Trooper

that she was, our heroine swallowed every drop of the yucky substance, which she judged not at all as tasty as the female genitalia she had

kissed at camp. But in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought as she gagged the salty bitter mucoid substance down. She’d once heard a

joke that an ‘eleven’ was a ‘ten’ who swallowed, and by God was going to have the highest ranking possible (as usual in everything she

did).


Then it was time to lead Robert to her room, now that our heroine had drained off his initial youthful exuberance. She had read up a lot

on losing one’s virginity, and decided to manage her young man such that it was a better experience for them both than was generally the

case for first time lovers. Soon she stripped her bedding back to the fitted sheet and pushed her bemused swain authoritatively onto his

back in the center of her twin bed. Then she reached in the bedside table for a condom, tossed it on the bed beside him, straddled his

muscular tennis player’s thighs, and commanded,


“Watch me play with myself so you can learn how I like to be touched while we get you hard again so I can put his little raincoat on

before inviting your lovely big soldier inside me, where I suspect he would very much like to be.”


Evelyn proceeded to use her right hand to stimulate her clitoris and her left to play with her nipples and areoles after lasciviously

moistening her fingers in her perfect rosebud mouth. Robert was surprised at how rough she was with her breasts, and how vigorously her

index finger plunged inside her while her thumb smoothly encircled her clitoris. Less than a minute of this incredibly erotic spectacle was

required to achieve the desired result, and soon her deft fingers were smoothing the condom over his resurgent erection, as she

explained,


“I’m on the pill for several years since I started my period and had bad cramps, so if we become exclusive we won’t have to use the

condom once we’ve both passed our tests at Planned Parenthood. Until then, I know guys can’t feel as much with a raincoat on, but I promise

you’ll still have a good time!”


Then this long-limbed lanky forceful woman took his encased organ in hand and posted above him, rubbing his prepuce up and down her

labia to gather the profuse evidence of her arousal. Once he was properly slickened, Evelyn guided him home as she groaned surprisingly

coarsely at the sheer pleasure of being penetrated for the first time by a man. Once he was inside her to the hilt, she discovered that

their pubic bones caught her clitoris right between them, giving her a wonderful sensation when she rocked her hips back and forth. She

ordered,


“Use your hands on my tits the way you saw me doing, while I play with your balls...”


This combination had her coming again in a few minutes, this time far more raucously. And the amazing rhythmic contractions of her

pelvic floor and vagina around his cock supplemented the amazing things she was doing to his testicles. Soon Robert orgasmed, his throaty

cries of pleasure joining Evelyn’s as he dutifully pinched her nipples, intensifying the pressure when she gasped, “Harder!” They both came

for the better part of half a minute before she collapsed forward on his muscular abdomen and torso. Their hearts were racing and their skin

sweaty and hot as they gently kissed and caressed each other’s perfect naked bodies and both admitted that it was their first time.


But as galvanizing an experience as losing her virginity had been, one thing remained true about our heroine. In the moment of both of

her orgasms, what she was thinking about was turning this handsome young man over her lap and spanking his gorgeous athlete’s buttocks while

holding his cock between her smooth thighs until he came.



Keywords - click on word to search for more titles

femdom  a little maledom  copious spanking by all imaginable implements  anal play  

Best Selling Books This Year By Imelda Stark

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist

Best Selling Books This Year By Imelda Stark

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist

The Rogue Sex Therapist


 Authors Suite     Publishers Suite    Affiliate Program

 Contact Us    Terms and Conditions    Protection Policy    Privacy Policy    Refund Policy

This Site Owned By Fiction4Adults - Copyright Ó 2015


 Authors Suite     Publishers Suite    Affiliate Program

 Contact Us    Terms and Conditions    Protection Policy    Privacy Policy    Refund Policy

This Site Owned By Fiction4Adults - Copyright Ó 2015


 Authors Suite

 Publishers Suite   

Affiliate Program

Contact Us

Terms and Conditions

Protection Policy

Privacy Policy

Refund Policy

This Site Owned By Fiction4Adults - Copyright Ó 2015