Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.
Sarah’s life is all about trying new things, reveling in the small—and big—pleasures of living in a city that allows her such sexual freedom.
Somehow, the exact kind of relationship she’d sworn off upon moving here is changing the day-to-day of her life. She’s dating her boss, and he’s uncovering the emotions she’s boxed away for the last seven years.
Will she be able to give Ben what he wants or will this new dynamic be the end?
Dive into this short, playful erotica story now.
an excerpt from "Workplace taboos: SARAH III"
“This is how I learned to dance when I was younger.” Which basically consisted of utilizing him as a pole.
His touch roamed her as he simultaneously worked not to restrict her movements. It made her bolder. Such dangerous unspoken permission. She dropped, bent over, wiggled, flung her hair around, and the entire time, she worked her ass against his hard-on.
The attention they attracted was mild. This was only foreplay after all.
When she turned again, her leg wrapped around his hip, and he easily kept her in place. Ben’s nostrils flared, and his eyes blazed.
“I take yoga and pole dancing classes for the occasional workout.”
“Of course, you do.”
“Oh, something you didn’t know about me? I thought you’d be thorough with that personnel file.”
Longing smoothed out the varying reactions he tended to experience in her presence.
Her fingers brushed down his prickly jaw and tapped his chin. “How much do you know about me?”
Ben took his time in answering, leaving her to take in the scene again as he worked through it. More booths were hidden behind the frosted glass, and even more were filled with copulating couples and groups than before, but the best was the couple in the center of the dance floor having sex. Her short skirt was merely lifted in the back, and he hadn’t even unbuckled his belt.
As sex clubs went, they were being discreet.
Ben’s fingers tapped at the small of her back. “Not nearly enough.”
“I don’t know nearly enough about you.”
Sarah swept away the fact that she’d been thinking the same thing about him not so long ago. “You know most of the important things, like how to make me shake and beg and come.”
His gruff laugh embraced her intimately.
“Mmm. It still feels a bit dangerous to offer you the opening to ask me what you want to know.”
Pushing up to her toes, Sarah brushed her nose against his. “Dangerous because you might not like what you learn.”
His grip on her tightened, and he pulled back to look at her like he’d just learned something about her. “Not everything about our pasts and personalities is pleasant, Sarah, but I still want to know you.”
The pressure of his hands was nothing compared to the pressure in her chest. “No. You really don’t.”
Ben swung her off the dance floor. “Why don’t you let me make that decision.”