Authors: Tina Bell
Naughty Bits (2 page)
Naughty Lessons: How To Be A Great
Teacher
Selena and Kit
Selena and Kit - Growing
(Romance, Anal)
Jessica
The New Porn Recruit
;
Capturing Becky
;
Capturing Becky (taboo
version)
(Mind control, body
transformation)
Polite, constructive and
responsible emails are always welcome!
The following story may not
make use of condoms, birth control, or other safety measures
because - this is only a story, not real life. HOWEVER, in real
life, responsible partners ALWAYS take precautions during sexual
activities to control when pregnancy happens, and because of
sexually transmitted diseases. Without such measures, the reality
is that we can bring about unwanted and potentially harmful, even
fatal outcomes for ourselves and others.
The following story may also
include scenes in which sexual consent is in question, or seems to
be. Non-consensual activity is a very common fantasy, and often
appears in literature or other places, but that is where it should
remain. In order to maintain a peaceful and prosperous society, sex
in real life should always be mutually sought. Rape fantasies,
S&M, bondage, etc, should be consensual and safe words in place
at all times.
Play smart, play
responsibly. Use protection. Get tested for STDs regularly. Always
treat your partners with respect.
Dear wonderful readers,
I love being imaginative, and I want to help
people enjoy life through their own imagination. I think stories
are a wonderful way to bring people together by sharing the inner
journeys we experience when we read. And they’re a great first step
to learn about life - before going out and living it!
I love books, but it’s so important not to
spend our entire lives in other people’s heads. Reading about kinky
sex is so much fun, but HAVING kinky sex is even better. So learn
the ropes on paper, then go out and find someone to spank in real
life.
I’m working hard to make writing a career.
They weren’t kidding when they said that starting out we’d really
be ‘starving artists’. Hopefully people get something from my work,
share it and come back for more in the future. It would be really
nice to put more food on the table someday. (lol) And for all you
out there living your own dreams and trying to make the world a
better place:
You’re Awesome! Even though we haven’t met
yet, I believe in you. Let’s all raise a glass to each other’s
success and work towards a more positive future. Bubble baths, ice
cream, equality and progress for all!
I just want to take a moment to say hi and
thank you so very much for buying this story. I hope brings you a
laugh, maybe even makes you think, and that you enjoy it. If it
makes you feel a little kinky, then go out and find someone you
like. Share that feeling with them in the most imaginative and
pleasurable ways you can think of.
Have a supercalifragilisticexpialiSEXY
day!
Tina Bell
I Dream of You
Honey,
Blue morning light slides
brightly into my room, and I shiver as I wake. Night drifts away
but I am, as yet, still beset by ghosts. I lay on my side, my arms
are wrapped around the object of my deepest affection, you, a woman
so warm and comforting it soothes my soul. But my body lies to me,
there is no woman here, only emptiness and despair. I roll over,
still halfway between the world of dreams and the world of deceit.
You are there in my mind, with your delightful laugh, your shining
eyes, your succulent body. Visions of you tumble and play, teasing
me to endless distraction. My heart allows no other subject to be
dwelled upon, I picture us on a picnic in the woods, fantasize of
your silken naked skin and angelic lips.
Chill morning air goes
unnoticed as my body begins to burn, consumed by craving, deep
longing, unfulfilled desire. I need you. I want you. My entire body
is tense, like a coiled spring held too long in check, needing
release, needing freedom. My pulse is racing and I’m throbbing hard
and hot. Ghostly feelings of your hands, of your mouth and nimble
tongue wreaking devastating passion on my cock, of driving deep
within the molten confines of your pussy… oh how I groan. My
passion for you is unrelenting, yet frustrated at every turn. I
want you with every fiber of my being yet I cannot have you. You
torture me with waiting, you tease me. What manner of creature are
you that you can make me so wild? Come to me, give me yourself. I
miss you!
Then I wake and find you
lying next to me. It was all a dream, but no longer. I smile
hungrily.
You will be mine. I devour
you.
Good Morning
Darling,
I woke this morning after a
beautifully deep sleep. My first thought was to put my arm around
you because it had fallen away in the night. You awoke yourself and
turned around to face me. We pulled each other in close and felt
our cheeks meet. My naked form immediately excited from the smell
of you, I nuzzled between your neck and shoulder, and you rushed up
to fill all my senses.
I couldn’t control myself.
My lips parted to taste your skin. I could feel you do the same and
a wildness within me became unbound. It surged through everything
and a single thought devoured my brain. You became an emotion to
me, a blend of joy, and sex, and passion, and desire, and
contentment, and completeness, and love.
Feverishly, I began to
devour your body. Neck, shoulders, breasts. I never even made it to
your lips when my breath became ragged and deep. You are all I
could smell, all I could feel, my universe at that moment consisted
of just you and me and the bed we lay upon. I needed you so very
badly. I rocked my hips into yours and you responded. I could hear
you breathing in my ear, a moan escape your lips. I needed you
more.
The depths of my passion
rose up and washed over us then and I knew greatness. As I lay
afterwards, with you below me, slowly regaining my breath and a
presence of mind beyond the heaven you took me to, not death
himself could have separated us then.
Courting You
My Beauty,
To lust is human; after you
– divine. I could expound forever on just how incredibly luscious
your body is, how it stirs urges in me so primal all thought not
explicitely associated with you departs my mind entirely and my
only need is you – but I suppose I’d be no different than all the
other men slavering at your doorstep.
I could tell you how little
distance means to me and that for you I would crawl on my knees
through broken glass the space between us, and how when I got there
I would tear your clothes off with my teath and behave like a wild
man. But surely you’ve heard this before.
I could tell you how
completely adventurous and uninhibited I am, how I wish to wine and
dine you for a romantic evening followed by lots of tender
foreplay; and then throw you down on the bed and ride each other
until one of us collapses. But no doubt that’s implicit in every
entreaty that comes your way.
So, to get right to the
point, and separate myself from the chaff, in the hopes of winning
your affection, I shall say only this:
I have nipple clamps, a
paddle and tequila. Shall we?
Thinking of You
My Dear,
I can’t stop thinking about
you. Every few hours something triggers the thought of you in my
head. I picture us in a club together, the lights dim orange and
red, music pounding heavily all around us. We can feel it pulsating
through our bodies, the heat rising steadily as we dance. Your body
writhes next to mine, clothed scantily in a little pink dress which
rides high on your long sexy thighs and really hugs that tight ass.
You toss your head and long lustrous hair swirls in front of my
face so I can see that mysteriously sexy smile, like you know
something I don’t.