New Release: Unfolding
Posted on February 24, 2009
UNFOLDING
By Selena Kitt
www.excessica.com
Length: Novel (35,985)
Category: Menage
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $4.99
Charlie lives an average life in an ordinary home, and she isn’t complaining. Jack is a good husband and they have beautiful children—but when she discovers her penchant for a secret taboo, she finds that it suddenly turns her sex life from a mundane distraction into a mind-blowing, transcendent experience. This is the story of a woman’s exquisite unfolding, as her sexual discovery and yearning for something more pushes she and her man to the edge, testing boundaries and forcing her to surrender to something much deeper than herself.
EXCERPT:
When Jack said, “We’re taking a vacation,” I just stared at him like he had three heads. Vacation? What was that? We hadn’t taken time off or gone anywhere alone since before the kids were born. Who would take care of the house, the dog, the kids, water the plants, how would we get time off work?
“Tomorrow.” Jack hid a grin behind his coffee mug.
I turned from the dishwasher, standing there dripping water from a plate onto the floor, open-mouthed.
“It’s all arranged,” he said. “We’re not going far. Friday through Sunday, so we don’t have to take time off work.”
“The kids-” I started, but he shook his head, really grinning now.
“All handled, I told you.” His eyes were shining. “All you need to do is pack.”
I put the plate in the dishwasher, grabbing a towel to wipe up the floor, absorbing everything he had said. It wasn’t like Jack to be spontaneous or cryptic. I was both excited and anxious, and when I looked up from the floor, he was still grinning.
“What kind of weather do I pack for?” I asked faintly.
Standing, he stretched and winked at me. “If I were you, I’d pack a lot of underwear.”
I could feel a heat creeping through my chest as his dark eyes met mine and I fully understood his meaning.
He turned to go out to the living room and said over his shoulder, “Oh, there’s a little present for you upstairs on the bed.”
It was in a huge round black velvet-covered box-almost like a hat box-except what I found inside wasn’t hats. There were four different panty and bra sets-black, red, white and pink. There were also thigh highs to match, including a pair of black fishnets that caught my eye and made my breath catch. So this is what he meant by underwear. There was also a pair of black, four inch high heels.
The real surprise was at the bottom of the box-a clear gel-like rabbit vibrator, a glass/latex butt plug, and five tubes of K-Y. Five! I sat on the bed, pressing my hands to my cheeks to cool them. My pussy twinged and my ass clenched. Now I knew why it didn’t matter where we were going, or that we weren’t going far. We were obviously not going to leave the room very much!
* * * *
I didn’t carry the velvet hatbox into the hotel. I packed everything into my rolling bag, including the new toys and the KY. (I was careful to seal those in two Ziploc bags, just in case!) I was wearing an outfit that Jack had requested before we left, a white t-shirt and a black skirt that didn’t quite come my knees-no bra, no stockings and no panties.
Rolling my bag behind me, I felt completely naked, my four inch heels clicking on the tile as we paused to check in. I felt a little like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, minus the blonde Cleopatra wig, as I followed Jack in his suit up to the counter. I couldn’t count the looks I’d gotten on the way in, and it was only about seventy feet from the valet to the desk.
“Here you are, Mr. Thompson.” The young clerk handed Jack two pass cards. His eyes were on my chest, and I knew my nipples were hard after coming in from the heat into the air conditioning. “I hope you and your lovely wife have a nice stay.”
I smiled, flushing. “Thanks.”
Jack slipped his arm around my waist, steering me toward the elevators. Upstairs, he told me to go into the bathroom and change.
“What color?” I asked with a smile rolling my bag behind me.
He sat on the bed, contemplating. “Come here.” He crooked his finger at me.
I walked over to the bed, still getting used to the height of the heels, and stopped in front of him. Pulling me between his thighs, his hands ran up the smooth, bare skin of my legs, under my skirt, squeezing my ass.
“Ready for your vacation?” He rested his chin on my belly and lookied up at me.
“I’m not sure.” I bit my lip. “I still don’t know what you have in mind.”
He smiled. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk out that door. They’ll have to bring in an ambulance with an IV just to re-hydrate you.”
“Really?” I gasped, feeling his fingers working between my pussy lips, seeking the moist heat there.
“But I’m not just going to fuck this pretty little cunt.” He slipped his fingers inside and forced my thighs a little further apart. I gasped and wiggled, feeling speared on his hand between my legs. Then, he moved his fingers, dragging the wetness with him through the crack of my ass.
“I’m going to fuck this hot, tight little asshole.” He searched for and found that soft, humid crease, sliding one finger into my ass, making me moan. “We’re going to use every bottle of KY that we brought and have to go buy more.”
“Are you ready for that?” His finger moved in and out of my ass, up to the first knuckle, his eyes on mine. I nodded, gasping, clenching my ass and squeezing his finger.
“Yes,” I moaned, spreading my legs as wide as my skirt would allow.
“Good.” He grinned and I groaned when he slid his finger out. “Go get changed. Black bra, white panties, black fishnets, and the shoes.”
I stumbled back, catching myself on one of the dressers and grabbing the handle of my bag, rolling it with me into the bathroom. My hands trembled as I pulled out the clothes he requested, wondering at it. The panties were just white cotton with a lace edging and a little satin bow on the front. The bra, however, was a black lace thing that just screamed “whore.”
It seemed a strange combination, but I put it all on, glancing at myself in the mirror over the sink. It was a three-way thing, and I could see myself from every angle as I turned, red curls falling around my flushed cheeks as I made my adjustments.
When I came out of the bedroom, he was naked on the bed, a few pillows tucked behind his head. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he let out a low whistle.
“Where’s the KY?” he asked.
I smiled, bringing the bag out from behind my back. I was more than ready. I tossed it toward him and he caught it, opening the Ziploc bags and fishing out the tubes.
He threw one back at me. “For the bathroom. Leave it on the counter.”
I walked back to the bathroom, still just a little unsteady in the heels, peeking around the corner to put the KY next to the sink. When I turned back, Jack was pacing, tossing pillows around the room. He threw a bottle of KY next to the two pillows on the floor, one on each side of the bed. He put one on each night table.
“What are you doing?” I put my hands on my hips and cocked my head at him.
“Tactical maneuvers.” He looked over at me with a grin. “Reinforcing my supply lines.”
I laughed, shaking my head. He sat on the bed, crooking his finger at me again, and with a sense of deja-vu, I came to stand between his thighs. His hands moved over my hips in the white cotton panties and then slid up to my breasts in the black lace bra, pushing my flesh up until it threatened to spill over the top.
“Angel and slut.” His breath was hot against my belly as he kissed me there, and I finally understood his choice in garments. His thumbs rolled over my nipples through the lace and I sighed, arching my back toward him. He licked them through the fabric, making fat circles around and around.
Slipping my hand through his hair, I pulled him closer, moving forward and sitting on his leg, rubbing my pussy over his thigh. I’d been wearing the panties less than five minutes and they were already damp. His cock was hard, brushing against the lace top of my thigh high as I ground my hips against him-the heat of it was incredible.
I reached down and tugged on his shaft, rubbing my thumb over the tip, making him groan against my breasts with his face buried there. Slowly, I slid down his thigh, kneeling between his legs and looking up at him. His cock was pointing straight at my mouth, as if it knew just what it wanted, and I reached my tongue out for it, licking all around the tip, making it wet.
Jack made a happy noise in his throat, looking down to see himself disappearing into my mouth. I loved sucking his cock, and I knew just what he liked, teasing and licking and even nibbling at first, just at the tip, until he started leaking pre-cum. Then I opened my mouth wide, taking him in as far as I could go, usually about halfway at first, working him deeper and deeper with every pass.
I put my hands behind my back as I sucked him, crossing my arms at the wrists. It was my version of “see, no hands!” and he loved it, grabbing my hair, growling and thrusting, using my mouth and throat for his pleasure. There were times when I could, and did, do this for hours, in various positions, bringing him to a near-boiling point again and again, only to back off for a while, licking his thighs, his balls, his belly, and then starting all over.
Today, though, he clearly had other things in mind, because he grabbed my hair, pulling my lips off his cock. It made a wet pop when it came out of my mouth, and I reached for it with my tongue, whimpering, still wanting that thick thrust in my throat.
“Hungry little slut.” He smiled, taking his cock and rubbing it over my eager lips and tongue. “Is your pussy hungry, too?” I moaned, nodding, touching the crotch of my panties. They weren’t damp anymore-they were soaked.
“I know what else is hungry.” He pulled me to standing. Still wearing the heels, I wavered a little as he stood, turning me and pushing me face forward onto the bed. He spread my thighs wider and then I could feel his hands on my ass, running over the white cotton panties, squeezing the firm, rounded globes of my cheeks.
“You’ve got a hungry little asshole, don’t you, baby?” he whispered, and I moaned when he used his palms to spread my cheeks wide, the panties slipping between the crack. There was something so wicked about it. The shock of it was part of what made it so appealing…
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New Release: Falling Down by Selena Kitt
Posted on February 1, 2009
(Some of you might recognize this from a series I started on Lit called “Short Shorts.” 
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AVAILABLE NOW!
FALLING DOWN
By Selena Kitt
www.excessica.com
Length: Novel (46324)
Category: Multicultural, Romance
Heat Level: eXcess 4
Price: $4.99
Lindsey is a bad girl, and she’s determined to stay that way. She’s been called a slut enough to know it’s true, and she’s not ashamed of the fact anymore. She makes it known to every man she comes in contact with that she’s available for the taking—the rougher, the better. When she meets Lieutenant Zachary Davis, she finally finds a man who refuses to treat her like the trash she believes she really is. But can Lindsey change her wayward, dangerous ways and learn to value herself the way the Zach seems to?
EXCERPT:
“Why don’t you stay in the car?” Her mother asked, but the tone wasn’t a question, it was a demand. “I’m just going to pick up your father’s dry cleaning.”
“He’s not my father.” Lindsey pulled at her tube top-this one was red, but she was wearing the shorts, white satin, no panties. Her stepfather was out of town for business and hadn’t been around to put the kibosh on her clothing choices. It was the outfit that she was sure her mother didn’t want anyone to see.
Her mother sighed. “I’ll leave the keys, you can listen to the radio.”
“Fine.” Lindsey turned it up full blast, closing her eyes, leaning the seat back and putting her feet up on the dashboard. The air was on in the car, but the sun was still warm on her bare legs. The seam of her shorts was rubbing between her thighs and it felt good, making her squirm in her seat. She couldn’t wait to get home from “running errands.” She wanted to call Brian and see if he could meet at the tree fort, because she was so horny she could barely stand it.
She thought she might have dozed off. A different song was playing when she leaned up and peeked out the window to see if she could see her mother.
“What the hell is she doing?” Lindsey grabbed the keys out of the ignition and her purse off the floor, storming barefoot across the parking lot. The bells over the door tinkled as she swept it open, finding her mother standing at the counter talking to the owner.
“They’ve lost your father’s blue blazer.” Her mother gave a frustrated sigh.
“No lose!” The man was clearly foreign, trying to explain something to her mother in two different languages.
“Whatever!” Lindsey waved her mother’s words away. “And he’s not my father.” She turned to the kid behind the counter. He was about her age, kinda cute, she noted, and most definitely staring at her bare midriff and long legs. “I have to pee. Do you have a bathroom?”
“In the back,” the kid offered. Lindsey padded after him, leaving her mother and the owner to work things out. He pulled open a door that said: Employees Only.
“Gee, I must be special, huh?” Lindsey flashed him a smile as she turned on the light and tossed her purse on the floor.
“We don’t usually let customers-” the kid’s voice trailed off and he stood open-mouthed as he watched her pull her shorts down and sit on the toilet to pee.
“What’s the matter?” Lindsey pulled toilet paper off the roll and wiped. “Never seen a girl pee before?”
He shook his head, eyes wide and staring between her legs as she pulled up her shorts and flushed the toilet. Lindsey washed her hands at the sink, glancing at him in the mirror. He was still standing in the doorway, transfixed. Plucking her purse from the floor, Lindsey shuffled through and found some lip gloss. She leaned way over the sink to the mirror, up on her tiptoes, rolling the tip of the tube over her lips.
“Uh… I guess I should get back up front…” He cleared his throat, moving to shut the door. His eyes were still between her legs and Lindsey could feel the pull in the seam of her shorts and knew they were riding up between her pussy lips. It all felt too good to stop.
“Or…” Lindsey smacked her lips together, tossing the lip gloss into her purse and turning to face him with a smile. She slid up slowly onto the sink and swung her bare feet. “You could come in, shut the door, and fuck my brains out.”
“I… uh…” His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. Lindsey hopped off the sink and came toward him, reaching past him to shut the door, forcing him fully into the room. His eyes were still glazed, stunned, and he licked his lips as he looked down at her. “I don’t even know you.”
“I’m Lindsey.” She cupped the bulge she knew would be in his jeans. “Who are you?”
“Fred…” His eyes widened even more the moment her hand began to rub at his stiff cock.
“Now we know each other.” Lindsey dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. “Let’s fuck.”
“Oh my god,” he groaned when she freed his cock and put it into her mouth. She sucked him completely hard, until he was bouncing back up the moment she let him go, and then turned around and bent over the sink.
“You want to pull down my shorts?” She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, glancing toward the door with his cock in his hand. “Shit, I could get fired for this.”
Lindsey grinned, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “And my mother’s out there waiting for me. Aren’t we just so bad?”
His hands moved over the silky material, rubbing it between her legs. Lindsey bit her lip and arched against his probing fingers.
“Come on.” She reached between her legs and pulled her shorts aside to show him her shaved pussy. “Just put it in and fuck me.”
He cocked his head to peer between her legs, his hand moving up and down his shaft. Lindsey sighed, reaching her hand back and spreading her lips with two fingers.
“Here, Fred!” She whistled, as if she were calling a dog, sliding one of her fingers into her pussy. “Right here, boy.”
The head of his cock touched her pussy, nudging her finger aside. Their eyes met in the mirror and he frowned, swallowing hard.
“I…” he started, and then cleared his throat.
“Let me guess.” She wiggled back against his cock head, feeling the tip easing its way between her lips. “You’ve never done this before?”
He shook his dark head, looking down to where his cock was disappearing into her flesh. “Got close, a couple times, with a few girls, but…”
“Well just think of the story you’ll have to tell all your friends.” Lindsey went up on her toes and arched back, feeling more of his shaft slip into her. “How for your very first time, you fucked some hot little slut in the bathroom at work…”
Fred gasped as Lindsey reached around for his thigh, pulling him completely into her pussy and squeezing him there.
“Fuck me, Fred!” She grabbed onto the edge of the sink, her eyes bright as they met his startled ones in the mirror. “Fuck me until you cum inside my tight little cunt-and you better hurry, before your boss or my mommy decide to come looking for us.”
“Condoms?!” Fred squeaked, and Lindsey used her not inconsiderable pussy muscles to squeeze his cock hard, making him jerk inside her and eliciting a low groan from his lips.
“To hell with condoms, Fred.” She rolled her eyes, rocking her hips back against him, moving his cock in and out of her wetness. “I can’t get pregnant…”
“But…” His hands went to her rolling hips, his eyes looking down between them, where his cock was spreading her wide.
“Worried about diseases, Fred?” She sighed, slapping her ass back into him, making him gasp and clutch her ass. “Let’s just live fucking dangerously, what do you say?”
“Oh hell!” His eyes closed as his hips began to move.
“That’s right.” Lindsey pulled her top down and squeezed her nipples. “Fuck me good, baby… give me that hard cock.”
His movements were jerky and unsure and Lindsey sighed again, working her hips back into his. Her pussy was swollen and soaking wet, but she knew it would be over far too soon for her to cum. He was already panting and gripping her ass so hard his knuckles were white.
“When a girl tells you to fuck her…” Lindsey reached back for his thigh again, driving him deep inside. “She means it. Now, fuck me!”
He groaned and shoved her into the sink with his next thrust.
“Yeah!” She spread wider. “Come on, Freddie, do it hard!”
Finally, he gave her what she wanted, his hips bucking her against the sink, burying his cock in her to the hilt again and again. Wouldn’t be long now, she knew, seeing his eyes in the mirror. He was watching her tits bounce through half-closed eyes as he fucked her, and she was glad she had pulled down her top.
“Oh god!’ he moaned, leaning forward onto her as he came. She felt the surge and swell of him, a thick pulse inside her tight, wet hole. She bit her lip and squeezed him, slowly, rhythmically, making him gasp and squirm against her as she milked him for all she was worth. She wanted every last drop of his cum.
“That’s a good Freddie.” She tilted her hips forward and felt him slip out of her. She turned and patted him lightly on his flushed cheek. He leaned back against the wall for support, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed. “Now you can say that you fucked a girl… how about that?”
Lindsey pulled up her top and grabbed her purse. Yanking the door open, she peeked around the corner. Her mother was still haggling with the owner! Adjusting her shorts, she strode back out front, past them both.
“I’ll be in the car,” she told her mother on the way by, straight-arming the door…
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