The sensuality of a woman.

“I thought you wanted to screw around?” I teased.
“You’re driving me insane damn it,” Vicky complained.
“What do you want? I thought you liked this,” I said.
“I do like it, but it’s not enough and you know it,” Vicky admitted.
At that moment I stabbed my tongue at her swollen clit.
“Ah!”
Vicky struggled futilely, trapped in my arms, while I continued to tease her.
“Please,” Vicky quietly whimpered.
“Please, what?” I said.
“Please, make me cum,” She begged.
That was all she had to do.
I rewarded Vicky by attacking the sensitive areas of her pussy that would drive her over the edge. That would make her experience the ‘little death’ that her body craved.
I began nibbling and sucking on the center area of her pussy. I did everything I could think off. I blew on it, bit down with my teeth, sucked her inner lips into my mouth and swabbed the delicate flesh with my tongue.
I attacked her clitoris in the same way. Going back and forth between the three sensitive spots of her pussy. Never using a pattern that she could get used to. More forceful, slower, painful, quick and fleeting.
I varied my oral attack on her pussy for several long minutes while Vicky cried out with orgasmic joy.
She went limp in my arms. Poor Vicky had passed out. Temporarily overwhelmed as her body shut down to recuperate from her lust that quenched it’s thirst from the passion of her pleasure.
Chuckling to myself I carried Vicky over to the couch and laid her down. I enjoyed the sight of her body as I sipped the magnificent Macallan scotch.

she enjoys dressing sexy for her lover

my big booty in your face

erotic fishnet style white dress

jacuzzi pink bikini babe

flashing her legs to tease you

wow hot sexy pink bikini

I was a little hungry so I punched the service button and asked for some light snacks for us.
I was surprised when Cherry showed up. She was the hostess that served us so well my first day on the Vixen.
She entered the room with an exquisite snack tray. It had several ounces of very thin pieces of smoked salmon, a 2oz tin of Golden Almas caviar, a dozen or so pieces of Blini and Creme Fraiche.
It was a tray of gourmet delight.
I smiled. “Thanks, Cherry.”
“Any time Mr Fields. It’s a pleasure to be of service,” She said.
“You are very gracious,” I said.
Cherry looked over at the couch that contained her sleeping beauty boss.
Cherry giggled. “It looks like you are also, Mr Fields.”
She disappeared before I could form a witty reply.
With a start Vicky snapped up off the couch, her eyes dilated. She groaned looking at me unfocused for a moment.
“You bastard!” Vicky grunted.
“What?”
“You know what! Damn, I feel, oh hell. I don’t know what I feel,” Vicky said.
“Satisfied? Sated? Heavenly Happy?” I pushed, grinning.
Vicky pouted. “None of the above. I don’t feel like any of those, you shit.”
I pouted. “I thought I was your boy scout. Your cute little boy toy.”

The Vixen The Lust Boat 2

The Vixen The Lust Boat 2 by Anna Dubois

Get Anna Dubois books at Amazon
Indie erotica book excerpt from The Vixen: The Lust Boat 2. Follow the wickedly lustful adventures of Vicky Combs and her naughty friends as they enjoy wild parties and fun aboard The Vixen. The adventure of lust continues!

Facebook page for Anna Dubois and The Vixen
Twitter

The Vixen Lust Boat 2 Show your support for The Vixen – The Lust Boat Series Book 2 on Goodreads.

The sex was wild and crazy

We laughed and finished our drinks.
“Jeez, you didn’t eat or nothing huh? You just bunny banged all night,” Gina said.
I glared at her. “You’re such a shit!”
“Damn, Cindy, your story with what happened with Carl got me so wet I may have to run home and change my panties,” Gina said.
We looked at each other and started laughing as we went our separate ways to go home.
I was so infatuated with Carl Covington that it was dangerous. The sex was wild and crazy. He said mean things to me. It was so intense, I just had to have more.

The Vixen The Lust Boat 2

The Vixen The Lust Boat 2 by Anna Dubois

My face flushed into a mask of rage.

“Your wife wishes you a happy anniversary!” The caption said.
[beep beep]
“Too bad you couldn’t wait around to see it in person,” the SMS said.
“Son of a bitch!” I blurted out before I could control my reaction.
My face flushed into a mask of rage.
Amy came over to me and embraced me in a smothering bear hug while Vicky picked up her phone.

The Vixen Cover 3

The Vixen The Lust Boat 1 by Anna Dubois

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.

Reading The Vixen is like eating hot peppers!

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.

I was interested in her black widow personality

Chuckling to myself, Simone could handle anything I needed, anything at all. But today I wanted to use Sherry. She was the trophy wife of one of my business rivals, and my newest conquest.
We had very similar dominant personalities and she pursued me with a passion. I didn’t bother to pick up women, they pursued me. Married women, single women, young or old. It didn’t matter, I was rich and powerful, a bachelor by choice, and a target of many available beautiful women that would do anything to get my attention.
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.

---

This scene from The Vixen The Lust Boat book 2 with Nick Gantry and his new personal sexual conquest of his business rival’s trophy wife Sherry.
She holds a female led dominant relationship with her husband. She viciously cuckolds him publicly with sadistic delight while rubbing her hotwife affairs in his face.
Go read The Vixen book 2 now to see how this scenario of their mutual twisted games of dominance and submission play out in public. 🙂

The Vixen Lust Boat series is filled with scenes of spontaneous sexual situations for mature audiences only. The wanton acts of passion are explicit and graphic guaranteed to leave you with vivid visions of the fun filled antics the characters get involved with.
Common acts of sexuality and the freedom to chase the dragon of personal sexual gratification are rampant and thrilling. From the thrill of public exposure to having sex in dangerous places. Dominant partners that take control of their submissive men or women. Affairs with voyeur cuckolds, sexy impish bikini babes just having fun; to Alpha males seeking conquests to stroke their own egos with daring adventurous partners that enjoy the rougher pleasures of endorphin rushed induced sexual situations.

You never know what might happen aboard The Vixen or with the various characters in other locations.

Flirting Wife Humiliates Husband In Public

My wife seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting from Carl and she even sat down next to him sitting across from me after returning from the restroom.
My wife, Cindy, has always been outgoing and flirtatious. She always enjoyed meeting new people wherever we were so most of her behavior up to this point was really no big deal to me. It’s just the way she was and we always had fun meeting new people.
But now her behavior was beginning to bother me. I don’t own my wife, she is a free spirit and my philosophy has always been to allow people to relax and enjoy themselves in social settings.
I’m a pretty laid-back guy with a relaxed attitude and open mind. However, it was becoming pretty obvious that Carl was beginning to become more openly flirtatious with my wife and she wasn’t doing anything to discourage him.
In fact she seemed to becoming more infatuated with him as time went on and the flirting became less subtle and more ‘in your face’ like a challenge ‘look what I’m doing, what are you going to do about it?’
Well, I made a decision right there that I would let Cindy have her fun. After all we were celebrating her most special day and I wanted her to be happy. I’m not some titanic ex-athlete from my school days gone by, I’m just an average guy. But I’m quiet, fairly reserved, emotionally balanced, and most of all I actually think about situations before responding with irrational behavior driven by raw emotion.
“Don’t mistake kindness for weakness,” is the phrase that came to mind while I sat there watching Carl become more cozy and blatantly flirting with my wife.
After whispering something in her ear Cindy glanced at me and started giggling while rolling her eyes.
“The dance floor on the outside patio is going to be open in a few minutes,” Carl said. “Your husband won’t mind you dancing with me, will he?”
Looking at me with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes my wife of 20 years took a moment to study my face before making her decision.
“I think he’ll be fine with it. I love to dance and we’re here to have fun.”
She was giggling now as she turned back to face him while he was gently rubbing her forearm.
“You’re a grown woman, Cindy, and you’re quite capable of making your own choices,” I said.
Inwardly I was seething, the inner whistle of my water kettle retorting loudly in my ears as I began shutting down my emotions. I’ve only been at this stage a few times in my life and I knew from past experience that I had to turn everything off or I would have in irreversible explosive reaction.
Cindy and I were like any other normal couple whose marriage had survived to this level of maturity. You don’t live with someone for 20 years without having arguments and moments of emotional outbursts from the outside influences that life challenges you with on a daily basis.
Cindy should have recognized immediately that I was in a very dangerous state of mind. The consumption of alcohol and her growing infatuation with Carl had obviously clouded her judgment.
But she was on her own. I don’t play these kind of manipulative relationship games and she should have known better. After all she has been my wife for 20 years and we didn’t have secrets from each other about how we felt when it comes to the important foundations of our relationship like trust, communication, and above all, loyalty.
I glanced over at Carl, who had a smug smirk on his face, challenging me with his expression. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was insulting me as her husband by directing the conversation about dancing with my wife the way he had. Talking to her about me, instead of talking to me.
My face was completely devoid of emotion as I inwardly shrugged. Cindy was a grown woman, she was aware that actions had consequences and she certainly wasn’t in a position that her honor needed to be defended by her loyal husband.
No she was doing well enough, humiliating herself with her behavior. Actions speak louder than words and she was apparently pushing the boundaries of loyalty and trust.
Needing a little more time to calm down, and take care of the biological need to get rid of the excess fluids from our drinks earlier, I excused myself and went to the restroom.
Coming back to the table I noticed Carl’s hand on my wife’s thigh while they were giggling with each other while they were casually flirting.
Cindy jumped up, grabbing Carl’s arm.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
Her laughter fading while he led her out to the patio and they soon disappeared on the crowded patio dance floor.
Figuring they would be back after a quick dance I stayed at the table so we wouldn’t lose it. Several songs later it became apparent that I had been abandoned at the table to my growing humiliation. So I paid the bill and went out to the patio to find out what my wife was up to.
It took me awhile to navigate through the dance floor and I found Carl and my wife in some secluded shadows on the back edge of the patio.
My wife was obviously enjoying herself while she was grinding her ass on his crotch to the beat of the music while Carl was aggressively groping her tits through her blouse.
Now I’m a natural voyeur, just like any other normal man, but there was nothing arousing about watching my wife being treated like this by another man. The circumstances leading up to this had already ensured that I was not happy at all about this situation.
But what happened next was another one of life’s challenges that I thought I would never have to actually face. How naive the fate of man over the fickleness of a woman.
At that moment Cindy noticed me approaching them through the crowded dance floor. She turned to face me leaving Carl attached to her back like an octopus with his arms wrapped around her chest while his hands were constantly sensually massaging her breasts.
Smirking at me like a little girl getting caught doing something naughty. There was a pink flush radiating from her from her upper arms that extended up to her exposed cleavage to her neck. But there was no flush of embarrassment or shame on her face. Just a look of heightened arousal driven by lust.
“Carl is going to take me for a walk along the beach. I don’t know when we’ll be back,” my wife said. “He’ll drop me off at our hotel room later. I’m sure you’ll be there when I get back. Have fun!”
I was stunned with shock, unable to do anything, with my mouth hanging open. Temporarily unable to speak or even think. I watched them turn away from me and walk off into the shadows of the night toward the sound of the surf nearby. Their laughter fading into the night as they held hands and left me standing there like an idiot.

---

This excerpt from The Vixen Lust Boat 1 of the Lust Boat series. Gina Fields, unknown to her husband Jeff, has been dangerously flirting with bad boy lover Carl Covington for months. Her battle between right and wrong was lost when she succumbed to her unrestrained lust for Carl which had been building over the past several months as he relentlessly pursued her and they both walked the twisted path of salacious flirting at work.
His conquest of her was the beginning of events where Cindy and her husband Jeff Fields were on vacation in Barbados celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary. The results of Carl’s sexual conquest over Jeff’s wife is devastating and the consequences of the affair that Cindy has chosen to continue, after being sent home, are far more complicated and devious than Cindy Fields could ever imagine.
Not only is she having an affair with a powerful alpha dominant that relishes the control he has over her insatiable lust for him; she has unknowingly become the captured pawn in a game of business rivalry between her husband, Jeff Fields, (who is now being comforted by Vicky Combs and her impish girlfriends aboard The Vixen while she is back home in San Francisco) and Nick Gantry (Jeff’s nemesis and childhood bully).
Cindy’s seduction by Carl was not accidental at all, but he doesn’t want her. He’s just the forbidden fruit used as a complicated honey trap by Nick Gantry to personally attack Jeff Fields with the intent of destroying the man that he has bullied and attempted to crush his entire life. The rivalry between the two men ultimately affects the lives of thousands of people as the gears of modern business warfare slowly begin to turn.
The Vixen series is for mature audiences only. It is an erotica story filled with explicit sexual exploits and adventures that are found in everyday life. From kinky fetish to the mundane mainstream norm (whatever that is) is rampant and detailed. Scenes of multiple partners, oral worship, voyeuristic sex in public, bdsm, public humiliation, servitude, cuckolding, bikini babes, exotic locations and much, much more.

Get your own copy of The Vixen now from Amazon or use the Kindle Unlimited program to read them free. Book 3 will be coming out this year and the battle between the sexes just gets more complicated and interesting as the machinations of war begin to build between influential international business conglomerates.

The Delicious Vintage of Her Desire

I picked her up and moved over to the wall. My hands dropped down to her waist and I suddenly pulled her up until my face was buried between her legs.
“Oh!” Vicky cried out in surprise.
She wasn’t wearing any panties so my tongue had free reign of her exposed treasure.
She was already wet with desire and I slowly teased her running my tongue along her inner thighs collecting her sweet essence.
I took my time and savored her feminine flavor while I held her trapped against the wall. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and her legs dangled helplessly in the air while I held her tight to my face with my hands cradling her butt.
“Oh! Mm, that feels wonderful,” Vicky groaned.

passion whiskers

red sunset

wet passion

I continued playing with her, teasing her. My tongue would approach her pussy and dart away at the last moment.
I already knew her special erogenous zones from playing the Jiggle Factor game with the women in the pool area the other day. I knew that it really got her off to nibble and chew on the center of her inner pussy lips while sucking and licking them.
It drove her absolutely nuts and I wasn’t going to do it unless she begged for it.
Vicky knew that I had that secret knowledge. That I knew what made her pop, like a champagne cork. She kept trying to maneuver her sensitive target areas to my tongue, but I was in control. She just had to take what I gave her.
“Ah! You shit! Stop teasing me!” Vicky demanded.
Her hips thrusting, trying to find my elusive tongue, as I played with her body. Amusing myself with her growing desire and frustration.
I was being a little shit, all the talk and teasing earlier about me being such a boy scout. Well, this was my payback. I wanted to see how long I could enjoy the delicious vintage of her desire and how crazy it would make her.

unbridled passion

hot fiery love letters

wet kiss

I could feel her level of sexual tension when her legs began to twitch with little spasms. Her body was craving the touch that didn’t come. It wanted the release that it couldn’t attain.
“Ah! Damn it! I’ve never had anyone tease me like this!” Vicky complained.
My head was concealed under her skirt, so Vicky couldn’t see the big grin on my face.
The more she struggled, the more I grinned at her frustration of denial. I was grinning so hard that my cheeks actually hurt.
“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?” I asked innocently.
“Yes! What? No!” Vicky panted.
I laughed. “Which is it?”
“You bastard! You know what’s wrong. Get me off! Stop screwing around,” Vicky demanded.

Get Anna Dubois books at Amazon
Indie erotica book excerpt from The Vixen: The Lust Boat 2. Follow the wickedly lustful adventures of Vicky Combs and her naughty friends as they enjoy wild parties and fun aboard The Vixen. The adventure of lust continues!

Facebook page for Anna Dubois and The Vixen
Twitter

The Vixen Lust Boat 2 Show your support for The Vixen – The Lust Boat Series Book 2 on Goodreads.