Some say I’m a naughty girl. I call myself wicked. The truth is I love being all things passionate and I do tell it like it is. It’s funny, writing erotic isn’t what it used to be and we’ve all seen some of the releases with covers that are interesting but… There are others that simply hit the erotic zone and tap into something else. I have a sexy
little piece coming out for the Hot Shots line at Naughty Nights Press and while some may day it pushes the boundaries, in truth the story is simply a hot little piece about three consenting adults that try something a bit wicked for an article one of my characters is writing.

  Is it a bit kinky? You bet. Is it a lot wild? Of course – you know me but it’s about men and women indulging and engaging in a certain moment of passion and eroticism that we all hunger for – whether we choose to admit it or not. So… let’s take a sexy little taste of…


Trevor Williams was stymied. Enlisted to write a scintillating article for the city’s hottest magazine, Down & Dirty, he wasn’t sure of how to approach the angle. Granted, writing about oral sex seemed to be every man’s fantasy but his boss wasn’t looking for a vanilla laced version. This one had to sizzle the pages in an effort to garner more subscribers. In truth – his job was on the line. During a sultry exchange over lunch with his two best friends they tossed around ideas. And it didn’t hurt that Bridget was a naughty minx at heart. Too bad Trevor preferred men.

Undaunted, she decided to kick up the heat and remind him just how enjoyable oral sex could be. What a better way than showing versus telling? Her point made, an idea for one kinky party was created and Trevor finally had his first in a series of articles set to release. Not to be outdone by her scandalous behavior, Trevor decided to turn the tables and give Bridget her ultimate in fantasies. What he didn’t tell her was that she was going to be the star of the show. Was this taking their friendship too far or would she learn to enjoy oral sex in a whole new light?


“Bridget, have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy before?” Trevor Williams asked as he brushed the tip of his pen across the seam of his mouth. He kicked his sometimes lover, Brice Thompson under the table and winked.

Spitting out her coke, Bridget Sawyer choked as she grabbed her soaked papers and wiped her shirt fiercely. “What the hell? Why don’t you scream the question across the entire restaurant?”

“That’s our boy,” Brice snorted.

Trevor grinned as he handed her a stack of napkins and smirked at the couple giving him a nasty glare. “I’m serious. Do you really think there’s an art to giving oral sex?” Believe it or not it’s the article my boss asked me to write for the magazine.” Down and Dirty was the hottest up and coming magazine on the East Coast. Courted by every wanna be writer Trevor had garnered the lead writing position only six months before. Still on his proving ground, he needed to hit the article out of the park and he was stymied with what to write.

“To answer your question, maybe, and I have to admit you have some pretty interesting topics. All I get to handle is writing about the latest gadget just approved for handling cow parts.” Sighing, Bridget shook her head.

“My how hot and bothered you look, girl. I think you need a man,” Brice chuckled as he fanned her face.

“You live the high life and maybe? Uh-huh.” Wrinkling his nose Trevor smiled. He adored his best friend. They’d been buddies since junior high and she was his confidant and his fashion guru. Leaning across the table, he placed his hand over hers. “I’m serious.”

“You’re both incorrigible.” Giving Brice the finger Bridget licked her lips in a sultry manner to tease them both. “Okay, yes I do and especially for women. Most men lick and suck like they’re chowing down on raw meat.”

“Now I see why I’ve never eaten a woman before.” Trevor sighed.

Slanting her eyes Bridget lowered her voice. “I’ve heard gay men do a beautiful job of licking.”

“Really?” Brice asked as he leaned further over the table.

“They seem to have a way with using their hot, wet tongue as they swirl the tip around our clits in circle after circle before plunging deep inside to taste our warm cream, lapping as they allow their hot breath to skate across our skin. Mmm…” Tossing her head back, Bridget eased her hand down the length of her neck to the swell of her breasts. As she darted her hand inside her shirt she issued a series of loud moans.

“Said like a woman who’s had experience.” Swallowing hard, Trevor’s cock pressed against his jeans until he knew he was going to have to go into the bathroom and garner some relief. As he watched her pinch and twist her nipple, a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. “Sweet Jesus I’m going to pass out.”

“Mmm…licking and tasting and…” Opening her eyes, she grabbed her coke and nibbled the end of the straw before licking all the way down to the rim of the glass.

Brice wheezed. “Lord, woman.”

“Get a room!” The strangled voice snapped from behind them.

“You’re one bad vixen. Shit! Now I’m glad I told you about the article. Do you think you can help me with it?” Trevor asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Well, I’m no expert but sure. What do you need to know?” Her look bordering on maniacal, Bridget scanned the restaurant and giggled. “Besides, it looks like a lot of people could use your how to or tell all piece. Maybe spice up their boring love life a little.” The last words said loudly she slapped her hand on top of the table for emphasis.

“Now we’re talking. I can just read the article now. Hey, you know some detailed exploration would be delicious.” Brice pressed his hand down Trevor’s chest.

Trevor glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice as he gave Brice a dirty look. “Have you really had a gay man lick you before?”

“Maybe.” Bridget looked down and then sighed. “Okay yeah. He was a guy I met in college who wanted to try and in truth it was the best damn experience I’ve ever had. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I could.”


“You offering?” she cooed.

“I am.” Surprised at his answer, Trevor opened and closed his mouth. “Merely for the sake of my article of course.”

What do you think? A little too wicked? Not for me…

Kisses   xxx


About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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