I have another new book out! Another Naughty Nibble! Amazing, isn't it? Exciting times! So far, these are stories from my erotic compilation 'Coffee with Cock', so are all already written, simply need a little reworking to pass my current muster. Soon, other compilations will be opened up, split up, and their stories individually wrapped and presented for your delectation. I bet you can't wait! :)
My story, 'Truth will always out', was originally published as 'Steve, Abigail, Andrea, Rae and me', a real mouthful that might not have looked so good on a book cover. One of the main themes in the story is truth, and the hiding of truth. It does seem to have a life of its own, makes itself known whatever we do to try to keep it secret. Well, in my life, at least. The trouble the slippery little bugger has caused me!
Below is a brief extract plus a pic of the cover. I hope you enjoy both enough to take a look. It's published here:
Enjoy the rest of your week and see you soon,
Alexandra xxx
Brief extract from 'Truth will always out'
Within six months, the happy day had come and gone. Over the next couple of years, her love seemed to grow even stronger. And I loved her in return, in my own way. Unfortunately, the more she gave, the more I backed off, till we reached an uncomfortable status quo. By then, the relationship was so unbalanced it could barely stand, but we somehow staggered on.
We had twelve such years together, during which sex became a weekly, monthly, then a sporadic chore. It didn't help that our sexual appetites were so out of sync. She fucked like a nun and showed little interest between times, whereas I needed it every day. My frustration was such that whenever I had some time to myself, I masturbated. I did it on my own so much that ‘sex' became something I did to myself when my wife was out, which is not really ideal in a marriage. Thankfully, as I've never considered myself the ‘dad type', we had no children, but we had our jobs and our cars, our pristine house and our exotic holidays, and appeared set for a quiet life of dull, suburban inevitability. Meanwhile, across the road, Steve, Abigail and their daughter, Ruth, made the perfect, smiling, happy family. And as I said, those crazy sex-filled sessions we'd shared together all those years before were never even hinted at; however, they began to surface in my regular and increasingly sordid erotic dreams.
Then Abigail popped in unexpectedly on some spurious pretext one morning while Steve and Andrea were both at work, and that's when it all started to go wrong. Either by design or by some mutually subconscious agreement, we'd never been alone together in all the intervening years - and we were about to discover why that had been such a good idea. I answered the door and... Bam! There she stood: one hundred per cent concentrated sex on long, slender legs. She'd gone to a lot of trouble to look good and, despite having just spattered a porn mag's double-page spread, I was instantly hard. Leaning seductively against the doorframe, she hungrily looked me up and down. When her bulging eyes encountered the bulge in my jeans, she exhaled a long, satisfied breath through her perfect nose. Her pupils instantly dilated, her cheeks flushed pink, and she ran her tongue around her full lips and suggestively swallowed. If her short black skirt, exposed cleavage and saucy smile weren't enough of a come-on, her hoarsely whispered, ‘Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Jimmy, just like you used to,' left me in no doubt and had me pushing her against the stairs, pulling down her flimsy knickers and entering her primed cunt from behind almost before the door had slammed shut. Her fabulous tits were soon out and I pawed them, used them as handles to pull her back onto me. The hallway echoed to the sounds of slapping flesh and our animal grunts. I knew straight away this wasn't going to be a one-off; it was definitely a curtain raiser. Certain there'd be lots of future occasions for all the clever, kinky stuff, I just rammed it in. It was simply urgent fucking, like two frantic randy dogs in the street. I was staking a claim, making my mark, notching my belt. And so was she. I gloried in the tight, pulsing vaginal muscles that squeezed me, and the handfuls of exquisitely soft titty flesh that gave me purchase on her gorgeous body. I simply emptied my balls inside her squelching hole, never thinking of anyone or anything but myself. When I was done, she drew away, pulled up her knickers and, while pouring her tits back into the cups of her lacy black bra, slowly turned to face me. She knowingly nodded her head, a smug and satisfied look on her face. Suddenly dropping to her knees, she noisily sucked me clean then stood and kissed me full on the lips, penetrating my mouth with her tongue almost as violently as my cock had penetrated her. I closed my eyes and breathed in her aroma, tasted then swallowed our mixed juices and knew this was what I wanted more than anything. After drawing a long, red fingernail across my chest, up my neck and to the tip of my stubbly chin, she questioningly tilted her lovely head.
‘Same time tomorrow?'
‘Yes, please.'
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