Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Give Me a Girl with Guts!


If there’s one thing that annoys me about erotic fiction or fiction in general, it’s a heroine that just stands there and lets things happen to her. Come on, give me a girl with guts! I’d rather scream, “Don’t go in there!” at my heroine than roll my eyes as she stands around biting her nails.
 
 
In my erotic ménage Nobody Rides for Free, Sinn is a faery girl with guts. She doesn’t mind walking out on her moshini, or soulmate, to make a point. She’s not scared to walk alone on a desert highway in the middle of the night. And she’s definitely unafraid of the three bikers who come along thinking they’ve hit the jackpot with some easy action.

In fact, she’s rather eager for the prospect…

~ADULT EXCERPT~

“Can you take me all the way?"

The three laughed hard. "Oh, baby," Stubble finally got out, "that's the whole idea!"

"No," she laughed, trying to sound nervous again when she only felt impatient. "I mean, can you take me all the way to where I need to go? San Diego?" Leaning forward, she provided the trio with a generous view of her cleavage.

"We're on our way there --" Cowboy started excitedly, but Green Eyes shushed him and said, "We'll see. It depends on how good you are."

Oh, yes. She would enjoy gutting him later. She could see now that he had preyed on women before with the same tactics. But first, she would have her own fun.

"Well, how about we get started, then?" She strode off to the sand on the side of the road. "Will you gentlemen put your coats down for me?"

For some tough guys, the trio did not waste time setting up a makeshift love nest for her. After he realized what she had made him do, Green Eyes said, "That's the only request you get to make, sweetheart. We make the rest of the demands tonight."

Sinn had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. As if the three of them together could even overpower her. "Yes, yes, of course," she said, fighting a smirk.

Stubble grabbed her roughly, kissing her. His breath tasted of beer and cigarettes -- unpleasant but bearable. "Take off the dress," he demanded.

She did as he requested, carefully draping her shift on the motorcycle. The gasps that followed made her smirk for real this time. She just couldn't help it.

They had likely never seen the sheer, thin Faery underwear she wore, nor the tiny bra that left little to the imagination. But she knew her curvy hips, her swollen, large breasts, and the deep Faery swirls etched in her skin mesmerized them.

She could feel the cool night air against her barely-clothed crotch, its lightness across her large nipples, and knew they were salivating as they stared at her. Who would not be mesmerized? She was beginning to get high on her own lust again.

"Looks like you want this," said Green Eyes. "All of it off. Now."

She shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, running her long-nailed fingers across her breasts, down her stomach, over her hairless pussy lips as she posed for them, no longer patient enough for the simpering, desperate hitchhiker act.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," drawled Cowboy. "Come 'ere."

She sauntered to the three of them as they surrounded her, and suddenly a mess of hands were on her hair, her tits, her ass -- everywhere -- just groping and slipping and pinching. At first she started to protest -- it wouldn't be worth keeping them alive if they were just going to assault her, after all -- but the sensations were pleasurable against her thick Faery skin. She moaned, allowing them to circle her clit with their dirty fingers, to squeeze her breasts with their rough hands.


Sara Jay is a freelance writer as well as an author for Changeling Press. Her book Nobody Rides for Free is available now. You can connect with Sara at her website, Facebook, and Twitter.

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