Neon Vanesca

Chapter 1 I am on top of Kylan, riding him into oblivion. With his wrists bound to my bedposts, I am free to do as I want with this beast underneath me. Wanting to delay my surging orgasm, I slow the speed of my hips down. Leaning forward past the gulf that separates us, my red lips lock with his. Our tongues swirl with each other as my wet pussy does the same on his cock. “I want you,” he whispers into my mouth. “I need you.”  My swiveling hips change into long pitches of up and down motions. Slow on the up, a slam on the down. I thought grabbing his powerful pecs would provide me some balance of reality, but as soon as I have a handful of that hardened power, fantasy conquers all reality. I have to stop or I’m going to cum before I want to. I pause between each lift, letting his massive head inside me anticipate my move down, then gyrate my hips like a top, slowly proceeding downward as I do. “Dammit Captain, how long are you going to deny yourself?” Kylan asks. “As long as you are d

It's been some time since Daisy has been to the firing range. She got the call that her AR-15 was waiting for her to be picked up. First thing she did after was grab her prize. The gunsmith gave her four magazines filled to the brim. She saw a fifth one. It’s gold plated and wondered what that was. "Oh those," the gunsmith looked at the mag. "You wouldn't want 'em." "Why not, are they illegal or something?" Daisy inquired. "Nope, no. Not illegal. Just uh, special?" "Like IQ of 65 special or…?" "Look, if you want them, I'd be happy to sell 'em you." "What are they?" "...Special." "Fine. I'll take the special mag. How much?" "$1000." "What the fuck, Jerry?" "I told ya girlie, they're special." Daisy scoffed into a chuckle. Laughed even harder when she considered the price. Holy shit, she was really buying them. "These better fire so well

"Every inch will not go unpunished," she said. He growled, not wanting to play games. Yet she teased the beast, daring him to do something, knowing he'll try. He does. But with his hands firmly tied, he can't get what he wants. She had him tamed enough to do whatever she wanted.  -Neon Read my book Strapped for Survival with its fre e bonus story Wine Not On Amazon Kindle NOW https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

Nerves hit Dana like a sledgehammer as the grocery store front spread apart for her to enter. The heavy air slammed down on the top of her head. Her husband, Everett, behind her made it worse. She was unsure how she was going to pull it off, unsure if she would be caught. This was the first time she’s ever done something like this. “What do I get if I win?” she asked her husband. They playfully fought back and forth with each other in the middle of the kitchen on a trivial matter: if there were any eggs in the refrigerator. This play-fight naturally and quickly progressed into the realm of a bet. “I will get down on my knees, beg for your forgiveness and answer ‘My Queen’ to everyone of your requests.” “Even at the barbeque?” Everett thought about it while chewing on a green olive. That’s a steep price. In front of all his Ranger buddies he’s got to call her ‘My Queen”? But he knows for a fact that there are eggs in the fridge. Life’s a gamble my friend. “Even at the barby,” he gleamed