hot peppers

Explicit sexual exploits; wild kinky adventures.

Reading The Vixen is like eating hot peppers!

  • Voyeurs and Exhibitionists:
    It was interesting to watch the dynamics of seduction take place. We weren’t participating in the seduction or flirting, but we felt like we were a part of it.
    It was a thrill to watch it happen from beginning to end. Someone talked with someone, they would dance and flirt, becoming more amorous. Light touching and kissing would often lead to more adventurous handling and body rubbing.
    You could see whispers of promises filled with salacious intent being passed around. Finally an agreement of acceptance would be reached and they would move off to fulfill their mutual desires.
    Erotic shadows of delight permeated through the room. Now everywhere you looked, you could witness some act of sexual lust being sated.
    A group of writhing shadows depicted people enjoying sexual gratification with several partners at once.
    Another shadow clearly showed a couple joined together in a doggy style coupling while they vigorously enjoyed each other.
    I laughed at the imagery before me.
    “What’s so funny?” Tabs asked.
    “They look like fleeting stick image road signs that you drive by in the night,” I said. “Caution wild sex area ahead.”
    Vicky and Tabs looked at each other with wide eyes and burst out laughing.
    “Only a man would come up with some silly image like that,” Tabs laughed.
    “Give me a break. I’m not some naive guy here. Women are just as bad as we are, sometimes worse. Admit it, you can see the little stick image signs also,” I said.
    They rolled their eyes at me.
    “Yeah, we can see them. But only because you planted the image in our delicate minds,” Tabs said as she teased me.
    “Delicate minds, whatever,” I dismissed.
    We all laughed and sipped our drinks enjoying the sight before us.
  • Hot wives and cuckolds:
    I first met Sherry at a charity fund raiser and she pursued me all night.
    It was very amusing for me. She was with her husband and didn’t bother to hide her pursuit for my interests at all. In fact, she seemed to take pleasure in rubbing it in his face.
    I was intrigued when she made her husband act like our servant. He fetched us drinks and snacks while his wife flirted with me.
    We laughed at how pussy whipped he was and she told me that he worked as an executive in one of my competitor’s companies. She was a true trophy wife and only married him for his money. He was just another fool that fell in love with her and she got off dominating him and making his life miserable.
    I was interested in her black widow personality and decided that a relationship with her would be entertaining.
    That night when we met, I took her to a hotel and she made her husband follow us to give her a ride home.
    We laughed and had a great time making fun of her husband while he waited for two hours until I finished using his wife for my sexual pleasure.
    Heading out for lunch I was looking forward to spending a few hours playing with Sherry at the country club.

    The dress hugged her hips tight, like a lover’s embrace, and that was as modest as it got. Two pieces of fabric, front and back joined together in a loop around her neck.
    This created four wide slits that left her entire upper body exposed from the waist up. The front of the dress covered her breasts but you could see them exposed through the side slits. Her back was almost completely exposed showing off her sexy tramp stamp tattoo.
    The dress had the desired effect it was designed for. It caused lust and envy from everyone that looked at her.
    Sherry giggled. “You like it?”
    “You could have just walked in naked,” I said.
    “That wouldn’t have been as much fun,” Sherry pouted. “I like teasing them,” Sherry said.
    “You’re such a dirty slut,” I said.
    “Yes, but I’m only a slut for you,” Sherry teased.
    “So you’re not a slut for your husband?” I pressed playing our favorite game.
    “No, and you know it,” Sherry laughed. “Right now he’s slaving away at work, making money for me to waste on whatever frivolous thing that attracts my attention.”
    “So, basically your husband bought that dress for me to admire.”
    We laughed about that as Sherry shivered with excitement when she thought about what I said.
    Sherry laughed. “That’s right! Damn I love the way you think. It makes my pussy so wet knowing that I buy sexy things for you and I deny him the pleasure of my body.”
    “Damn that makes me hard!” I told Sherry.
    She reached down and grabbed my crotch right there at the bar while everyone having lunch dates watched.

  • Naughty women know how to have fun:
    We all laughed at Gina’s plight, her poor pussy needed some friendly man meat and she wasn’t getting it.
    “You just need to get laid,” I said.
    “That’s right I do! But I want to have fun and be naughty. I think we should play a game,” Gina said ginning.
    We all perked up at this. Gina was pretty creative and we were all adventurous enough to get into some crazy ideas.
    “Well,” Gina continued, “I think we should have a cock teasing contest. See who can get the most guys hard and get the guys off without leaving the building.”
    “What?” Tracy said, you could hear the excitement in her voice. “How are we supposed to get a guy off in here without getting thrown out?”
    Gina rolled her eyes. “It’s not rocket science, okay? Slip into the bathroom and give him a hand job, blow job, or whatever it takes. You just can’t leave the building.”
    “Just how are we going to keep score for your twisted game?” Tracy pressed.
    “Yeah, how do we know you won’t sneak off on your own and come back with some wild fantasy bullshit to feed us?” Mary demanded.
    “Well you have to take a picture,” Gina said.
    “What do you mean take a picture?” I asked.
    Gina continued, “You have to use your phone and take a picture of the guy getting off.”
    “So how do we know you just won’t find some guy and have him whack off in the bathroom or something.” Mary persisted.
    We were all giggling and squirming in out seats, thinking about what Gina was saying and working on the details of playing this naughty game.
    “You have to be included in the picture. You can use the mirror or have him take the picture,” I said.
    “Or we can watch and one of us take the picture,” Tracy added.
    “Oh, that’s hot!” Mary laughed.
    “So what’s the prize?” I asked.
    “What do you mean?” Tracy said getting into it.
    “Well if we’re playing a game there has to be a prize,” Gina said.
    “The loser has to do whatever we want for a week,” Mary blurted out.
    “What!” The three of us replied at once.
    We just looked at each other for a moment, thinking about Mary’s suggestion. The implications of doing whatever three wild adventurous women wanted for a week could get pretty nasty.
    What the hell? Why not? This could turn out to be really fun.

    The ladder of the cold dip pool was centered on the lobby area of this large wet room. Different rooms surrounded the wet lobby area, two large saunas, a steam room, and several open face shower alcoves.
    I watched as Moni came out of the sauna and slowly lowered her sweat covered body into the cold dip pool. She used the ladder to climb into the cool water and the effect was mesmerizing.
    “She looks just like Jasmine Black, doesn’t she?” Amy announced to no one in particular.
    Zoey quipped. “You just say that because of her big saggy boobs.”
    “Maybe,” Amy said. “I think you look like Kayla Green.”
    “What are you, a living encyclopedia of porn queens?” Zoey groaned.
    Amy giggled. “It’s a hobby.”
    “More like a perversion!” Moni snapped back.
    Moni grinned as she rose out of the water. She knew the effect her naked body had on people, especially men. She glanced over at me and winked.
    I had a perfect profile view of her nipples standing proud at attention. It looked like they had been sucked away from her body and held there. Her nipples must have been almost an inch long and swollen to the size of her thumb.
    Moni giggled at my reaction and slowly dipped back down into the pool. For the next several minutes she used the ladder to move up and down several feet. It was an incredibly erotic show. Her big boobs bounced around when they escaped the water and were dragged under, floating in protest, until they finally sank under water.
    Amy squealed. “Jeez, will you stop already, you perv. You’re going to give poor Jeff a heart attack or something.”
    “Hmm, or something sounds interesting,” Moni grinned as she climbed out and joined me in the hot tub.

  • You never know what’s going to happen:
    Amy giggled. “I think you should roll your tongue back up inside your face, there boss.”
    She stopped the car between the gauntlet of four people. Amy pressed a button on her console and the trunk popped open to the waiting hands of two porters as they quickly retrieved our luggage.
    The valet stopped, with his arm reaching for the rear door handle, as he noticed the scowl on Amy’s face.
    “Don’t even think about it,” Amy said.
    The gun in her hand putting a weight of seriousness behind her words. She quickly approached the door assessing the potential threats before concealing the weapon back in its holster in her tailored Chantel business outfit.
    It all happened so fast that if you weren’t watching the action unfold you would have completely missed it.
    Amy grinned. “Okay, let’s go boss.”
    Glancing over to the valet standing there with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I realized that, not only had Amy once again demonstrated her devotion to duty, but that she also took some enjoyment from surprising the poor fellow who had temporarily forgotten the security protocol in his haste to be of service.
    “Sorry, Amy,” he said sheepishly, “I forgot how much of a Chihuahua you are.”
    “More like a pit bull, I think,” I said stepping out of the backseat of the Lincoln.
    Amy’s smile spread around her face at my retort, like a proud mom showing off her children.

    I was a bundle of raw nerves and emotionally distraught. A shadow fell across my body, I looked up to see Carl standing over me.
    I jumped up confronting Carl. “What the hell have you done?”
    Carl snarled. “Don’t take that tone with me, bitch!”
    I laughed in his face, this jerk didn’t intimidate me.
    “What? You think because you got some friendly pussy last night that you actually own me. I had fun, that’s it. You’re just a piece of meat that I used to fulfill a fantasy.”
    “We’ll see about that. I have lots of evidence about what happened last night. What kind of slut you are. How do you think it’s going to look when the wife of Jeff Fields is exposed like some common whore for all the world to see?”
    I shouted. “Get away from me asshole! I will not be threatened by blackmail!”
    “Is there a problem here, Mrs Fields?” A voice asked, taking Carl and Cindy by surprise.
    “Back off buddy, this doesn’t concern you,” Carl said.
    “Oh, but you’re wrong asshole. Everything about Mrs Cindy Fields is my business,” the man said.
    Carl jerked in response to that statement like he was slapped. He cautiously studied the man’s face. No, this was no empty playground threat. This was real, goose pimples suddenly sprouted from his neck to his ankles as his nerves reacted, his body became hypersensitive to an immediate threat.
    Carl looked around and noted with alarm that the beach around them now held a silent group of men and women that were intently focused on him.
    Carl suddenly realized with dread that he was standing in the middle of a skillfully crafted kill zone.
    “What do you want?” Carl said.
    “To start with, you need to apologize to Mrs Fields,” he said.
    “What! I’m not apologizing to this slut!” Carl said.
    SMACK!
    The thundering clap of the slap to Carl’s face echoed off the surrounding buildings near the beach.
    Carl was stunned it happened so quickly that he didn’t even realize that he’d been stuck until his face exploded in pain.

The Vixen series written by Anna Dubois is full of explicit sexual entertainment for consenting adults and mature audiences. The erotic romance books of the Lust boat series book 1 and book 2 are full of scenes of spontaneous sexual gratification by adventurous men and women. From mild to wild; kinky or freaky, we’re all perverts in our own special way. And there’s nothing wrong with that! 🙂
Anna Dubois and the cast of characters aboard The Vixen and other locations hope you have as much fun reading as she did writing about them.

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