Month: July 2013

Jake’s Tow: Danger in the Desert

Breath Control H. K. Kiting Jake's Series

Danger in the Desert

Jake Hobson, the luckiest man, continues his erotic adventures in this third volume of the series.

In the previous title “Jake’s Diner Delight: A Very Hot Lunch!” he had to walk hours in the desert heat after his car broke down. Now Melissa picks him up in her tow truck from the diner where he found refuge.

Beautiful and dominating, she doesn’t take him to his car like he expects. Instead, she parks on the side of an off road for some sexy fun.

Miles from anywhere or anyone, he literally puts his life in her hands when she gets out the rope and puts the truck winch to a use it was never intended for.

Melissa wouldn’t really take things as far as she threatens, would she?

This adult story contains a dominating female character, graphic cunnilingus and fellatio, bondage, foot worship and choking peril play, all in a tidy package of about 9,500 words.

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Flash Fiction: Water

Flash Fiction Free Fiction H. K. Kiting Non-Series

This is part 4, the conclusion of our Flash Fiction Challenge for this month. This one is “Water,” and it’s by H. K. Kiting.

Water

by H. K. Kiting

Jackie knew that she was in trouble when Nancy walked in the door. She practically tore off her suit jacket and threw her briefcase aside, sure signs that it had been a rough day. Jackie greeted her with “Hello.” She was about to ask how it went. The question was cut off by Nancy kissing her full on the mouth and sticking her tongue halfway down her throat.

Jackie kissed her back and reached up to undo the snap on Nancy’s business skirt. It slithered to the floor. Nancy lifted Jackie’s t-shirt up over her head. Jackie wasn’t wearing a bra, and Nancy bent over to suck one nipple and then the other. Jackie unzipped her jeans, kicking them aside when they fell to her ankles. Nancy stood again and kissed Jackie even more passionately as she took off her blouse, unclasped her bra and slid her panties down over her hips.

They stood there for a few minutes, nude, embracing each other, rubbing hands over each other, feeling their smooth, soft flesh. Then Nancy took Jackie by the hand and led her to the bathroom.

When they got there, she sat Jackie on the edge of the tub and bent over to retrieve something from under the sink. Jackie ran her hands up and down Nancy’s hips and over her ass, causing Nancy to laugh into the cabinet.

Nancy stood up with four Velcro cuffs in her hands, each with a large suction cup attached. Jackie’s smile widened when she saw them.

Nancy bent over and attached one to each of Jackie’s ankles and wrists. Then she scooted Jackie back and down so that she was seated in the tub. She grabbed Jackie by the ankles and pulled, sliding her along so that her ass was against the end under the faucet and her feet were pointed up in the air with her legs against the wall. Nancy pressed the suction cups onto the smooth tile. Jackie’s legs were held in place, and her pussy was perfectly aligned under the faucet. Nancy finished the restraint by stretching Jackie’s arms over her head and pressing the suction cups on her wrists to the tub floor.

Nancy smiled down at Jackie as she squirmed in helpless anticipation. She reached for the faucet and turned the water on very low. Jackie bucked as it splashed directly onto her clitoris. Nancy turned up the pressure. Jackie arched her back and cried out in pleasure as the water started to push her into a very fast orgasm.

Nancy fondled Jackie’s breasts, feeling her chest heave as she gasped and moaned. Nancy turned on the faucet full force and Jackie shrieked, sensation overwhelming her as she came. She thrashed, water splashing over her entire body, locked in an orgasm that didn’t end.

With her right hand, Nancy reached down between her own legs. With her left hand, she closed the drain and the tub began to fill.

Then she sat back to enjoy the show.

 

 

Flash Fiction: Fire

Dean Chills Flash Fiction Free Fiction Non-Series

Here’s the third entry in the “Earth, Air, Fire & Water” series. This one is, appropriately enough, called “Fire. This one’s by me, Dean Chills @DeanChills

Fire

by Dean Chills

 

Juan woke up and looked around. It was pitch dark, and he couldn’t move. His arms were bound behind him. He felt that he was naked as well. He twisted, trying to free himself, only to learn that his ankles were also bound. He was tied to a thick tree trunk. Who would do this to him?

Suddenly, there was a fire before him; he wasn’t alone. A figure in a robe was holding a torch. That torch lit other torches, and before long there were twelve hooded figures, all holding torches, circling around him.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” He demanded. He didn’t know what they were planning, and he didn’t want to find out.

All twelve of the figures came together around a thirteenth figure that was holding a large bowl. There was something dark in the bottom, but he couldn’t see it. They each, in turn, dipped their torches into the bowl, and whatever it was in there started burning.

In the light from the flaming bowl, he could see a beautiful, feminine face. The woman carried the fiery vessel over to him and set it down between his legs. The flame wasn’t high enough to set him on fire, but the heat was incredibly painful. Juan cried out in pain and fury, as the woman got down on her knees and touched his cock.

Her hands partially shielded him from the heat of the flames down below; it was a needed relief. His cock grew large under her protection, and her hands deftly massaged him to full erection.

The others stood in a half-circle around him, watching and waiting. The woman before him stood up, holding a knife in front of his eyes. “No!” he cried, knowing he couldn’t defend himself.

Surprising him, she pulled up the sleeve of her robe and cut herself. Not deeply, but enough to draw blood. She then held her bloody wrist up to Juan, forcing some of the blood into his mouth. As soon as she was sure he’d swallowed some, she got back down on her knees and resumed pumping away.

He spit out the remaining blood, and felt the surge below. He was going to come. He didn’t know the point or purpose to all this, but out of spite, he chose to hold it back. It hurt, even more so with the burning smoke, but he held it in.

She stroked harder, and faster, almost putting out the fire in the bowl with her robe sleeve. The fire was burning lower now, but it was still burning. Juan couldn’t hold it anymore. He cried out as he tensed, shooting his seed on the girl, her robe, but mostly into the burning bowl.

The girl stepped back and lifted the receptacle above her head. She covered the bowl with her robe, said words that Juan couldn’t make out, and stepped back. Where the fire had been, there was a newborn baby.

Juan screamed again.

Flash Fiction: Air

Dean Chills Flash Fiction Free Fiction Non-Series

Part 2 of the Earth, Air, Fire, Water challenge. This one is by yours truly:

Air

by Dean Chills

 

Marcie looked nervous. “I don’t know about this. I told you I’m afraid to fly, right?”

“It’s nothing like an airplane. It’s very slow and smooth. You’ll love it. I promise,” Dave said, looking so eager, and sincere that she couldn’t say no.

He helped her step up into the large basket. It was mostly plastic, but had enough wicker built in that it looked like an old-style antique. Dave climbed in after her, turned up the burners, and watched the flames rise up almost into the huge balloon itself. He’d done this many times, or so he’d told Marcie. This would be her first balloon ride.

The basket lifted slightly off the ground, swaying a bit under the warming balloon. Then it lifted off entirely. It was still tied down, so it wasn’t too high. Marcie thought now was her last chance to jump for it, but she decided that Dave was nice enough, and good-looking enough, that she would be brave for him. Besides, Bob and Joanne demanded it.

Dave called out to his friend on the ground, who unhitched the tether ropes. Within seconds, they were rising fast. Marci looked at Dave’s face, trying hard not to look down at the shrinking landscape. She put her hand just above her belly, “It feels like going up in an elevator.”

Dave nodded and smiled. Then he dropped his shorts.

Marcie looked down and dropped hers as well.

This was the point of the whole thing. Bob and Joanne had dared them to have sex in a hot-air balloon, and they were going to do it.

Dave pulled her in close. He reached down and inserted himself into her. He noticed that she was already wet down there. Whether that was due to fear of heights, or anticipation of him, he didn’t know or care. He thrust a few times inside her, and she moaned. She clutched him tightly, her back to the corner of the basket. They both kept their shirts on, just in case spectators were watching; no one would know.

He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a close kiss. Their lips met gently at first, then pressed together more and more tightly. Their tongues met halfway. Marcie began to forget her fear and just concentrated on Dave. They kissed harder, and Dave adjusted his angle of penetration until he was working her clitoris with every surge; he kept thrusting into her.

Marcie clawed at Dave’s shoulders, until moans of pleasure twisted into screams of ecstatic joy. Finally, she came; her juices flowed out, running down her leg. Dave shouted as he ejaculated all over Marcie as well. They held each other close and simply hugged for a long while. Finally, Dave handed Marcie a towel to clean herself up.

After cleaning and dressing herself, Marcie looked out over the panoramic view from thousands of feet in the air. She’d done it: A new member of the mile-high club!

Flash Fiction: Earth

Flash Fiction Free Fiction H. K. Kiting Specials

This is the first story in our Flash Fiction Challenge of Earth, Air, Fire and Water. This one is by H. K. Kiting. You can connect with him at hkkiting@gmail.com or on Twitter at @hkkiting . Pick up his books from here or Amazon.

Earth

by H.K. Kiting

Dan raised his glass. He was naked, as was his wife Clarissa, the wedding party and some friends; a group of about thirty people. The wedding had gone wonderfully, and they were on their “honeymoon.” They lived in Hawaii. Clarissa’s parents offered use of their beach house, including a stretch of private beach, for the week and they accepted.

“Thank you for coming tonight to party with us,” Dan said, “and for leaving your clothes and inhibitions behind. Here’s to you: the best friends a couple could ask for.” Clarissa winked at him. Glasses were drained and quickly refilled.

“As you know, Clarissa and I had something special to try this week.” He extended his hand to her and she rose like a queen from her throne. “We’d like to get that started.” More drinks vanished; glasses were left behind. A gentle chaos ensued as everyone made their way off the deck onto the open sand.

The weather was perfect. A full moon overhead reflected on the ocean and gave a glow bright enough to see by. They all walked over to a hole that had been dug in the sand earlier that afternoon. It was about three feet square and five feet deep. Dan and Clarissa stood on the edge and passionately kissed, encouraged by whoops and cheers from all sides. They rubbed their hands up and down each other’s bodies, relishing the feel of athletic muscles.

Then they took a side step and slipped into the hole together. Standing at the bottom, Dan gently slid his erection into Clarissa’s moist pussy and they resumed making out.

The best man asked, “Ready?”

There was a muffled “Mmm-hmm,” from the kissing couple.

The group filled sand back into the hole and in less than a minute Dan and Clarissa were buried up to their necks. They broke off the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes, smiling, just a pair of heads visible.

“Can you move down there?” asked one of the bridesmaids.

“About a half an inch,” Clarissa replied, her face flushed and shining. They were both breathing hard, the exertion of fucking each other like that taking all the strength they had.

“It’s half an inch enough,” Dan gasped.

Clarissa’s eyes were bright. “I wish we were buried even deeper.”

The group watched, some fondling themselves or each other.

After several minutes Dan exclaimed, “Oh God. Oh God!”

“Yes! Yes! Ram me as hard as you can. OH YES!”

The crowd applauded as they came simultaneously, both crying out and then kissing wildly as they rode the wave of pleasure.

After a few minutes they relaxed, looking at each other and panting.

“That was fantastic.”

Dan nodded in agreement.

The best man ran for the ocean. “See you two in a while!” The group ran after, splashing into the waves, leaving the newlyweds trapped together in their embrace.

“You’re still hard, big guy.”

Dan just smiled and started to thrust again. They had two more hours.

Flash Fiction Coming Next Week

Dean Chills H. K. Kiting

Hey everyone, A. Chills here.

I was talking with H. K. Kiting this afternoon and we challenged each other to do some flash fiction. We set our rules as follows: Each story would be stand-alone and exactly 500 words each. That’s pretty small for a story, so it was a challenge.

We wanted to have them fit a theme, so what we came up with was a set of four stories: Earth, Air, Fire, and Water.

The first story, Earth, will appear on Monday, and the others will follow shortly thereafter. We’d love to hear from you which one you liked best. We’re kinda betting on your votes, so feedback is appreciated.