One Step Ahead (8 page)

"Okay," he said, voice hoarse, "I'm all the way in. Tell me how I feel inside you."

"Full," she groaned, "Big, you feel really big. I feel stretched."

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No," she said, promptly, "It doesn't hurt like having your big cock in my ass."

"That's good," he said, "Are you ready for me to move?"

She nodded, and felt him grab both of her hips and hold her steady, thrusting within her.

That didn't hurt at all, that felt amazing. The rest of her body was aching, but the more he thrust in and out of her virgin pussy, the less she cared.

"Oh, yes," she whispered.

"You like that?" he grunted, and she nodded.

"Take it harder," he ordered, and she gulped as he picked up the pace of the fucking.

It didn't take long for the deep dicking that she'd been craving for so long to send her over the edge, to give her that release that she'd begged him for.

"Oh, yes, yes, YES," she yelled, as Josh fucked her through her orgasm and aftershocks.

"Fuck," she heard him grunt, and he pulled her back onto him, jerkily, only a handful of thrusts before he grunted and she felt his cock pulse within her.

"Fuck," he said again, and started pulling his cock slowly out of her body.

“That was so wonderful, Josh,” she said, limp in her bonds. When he let go of her hips she fell slowly forward onto the bed.

He laughed.

She felt her blindfold come off, and the ties on her wrists. She sighed and sank onto the bed.

“Hey, Amy?” Josh asked.

She looked at him. He looked a lot less sure now than he did a while ago. More like any other teenage college boy.

“Would you like to go to the movies with me next weekend?” he asked. “I think all the kids will be gone again.”

“Um, no,” she confessed, “but I’d love to do this again.”

He grinned at her, and she slowly, tentatively, smiled back.

Where do you get your ideas?

Oh no – I think every author gets this question, and I think every author struggles with it.

I get my ideas from the same place everyone else does: Everywhere.

To be an author is to be a magpie, constantly hoarding words, ideas, pictures, careful little phrasings.

My poor husband puts up with my notebooks all over the place. I write down plots, characters, draw little sketches – there’s nothing I wouldn’t put in a story. It’s one of the reasons I find using pen names so freeing. I’m able to put in stuff from my real life in little dribs and drabs into my stories!

Um, isn’t your work pretty, well, erotic?

Haha – why do you think I use pen names? I’m a wife and mother and daughter, like a lot of other classic erotica authors, and it is more tactful not to advertise your exact identity when you do this.

Why would you write about siblings? Isn’t that gross?

Well… they’re step-siblings! Didn’t you read it? 

More seriously, absolutely. It’s a little bit gross, it’s a lot bit naughty. The taboo is what makes it fun, and in fiction, it’s not hurting anyone. In real life, I’d have some very different advice for Amy!

Thank you all so much for reading!

I love each and every one of you.