Threesome: A Trio of Sinfully Decadent Erotic Stories

By Tawny Taylor

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Because three is so much better than two...best selling author Tawny Taylor presents Threesome, a trio of sinfully decadent erotic stories that are sure to make you hunger for more. This anthology contains: Triple Stud (contemporary menage a trois), Conquered (paranormal menage a trois) and Enslaved by Sin (contemporary BDSM). A total of over 25,000 words. If purchased separately, these books would cost $7.99.

WARNING:18+ ONLY This EROTIC collection contains erotic situations, graphic language, gang bang, oral sex, double penetration, anal sex, mild (and not-so-mild BDSM), same-gender contact, group sex, exhibitionism, S&M and the foursome of one girl's secret fantasies. It's definitely not for the easily offended.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Novel Mind Books
• Release date: Oct 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465730831

Tawny Taylor

Nothing exciting happens in Tawny Taylor's life, unless you count giving the cat a flea dip--a cat can make some fascinating sounds when immersed chin-deep in insecticide--or chasing after a houseful of upchucking kids during flu season. She doesn't travel the world or employ a staff of personal servants. She's not even built like a runway model. She's just your run-of-the-mill Detroit suburban mom and wife. That's why she writes, for the sheer joy of it. She doesn't need to escape, mind you. Despite being run-of-the-mill, her life is wonderful. She just likes to add some...zip. Her heroines might resemble herself, or her next door neighbor (sorry Sue), but they are sure to be memorable (she hopes!). And her heroes--inspired by movie stars, her favorite television actors or her husband--are fully capable of delivering one hot happily-ever-after after another. Combined, the characters and plots she weaves bring countless hours of enjoyment to Tawny...and she hopes to readers too! In the end, that's all the matters to Tawny, bringing a little bit of zip to someone else's life.

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Threesome: A Trio of Sinfully Decadent Erotic Stories

Containing: Triple Stud (contemporary menage a trois), Conquered (paranormal menage a trois) and Enslaved by Sin (contemporary BDSM)

Tawny Taylor

Copyright ©2011 Tawny Taylor

Smashwords Edition

SAMPLE

Hayden tipped his head and leaned in, slanting his mouth over hers. His kiss was soft, teasing, a fleeting caress followed by a tickling brush. Even though it wasn’t a hard possession, it took her breath away and made her head spin.

She thrust her arms out and grabbed Sergio’s and Troy’s knees to steady herself. Her blood was warming with each touch of Hayden’s mouth to hers. Heat pulsed through her body in waves. And erotic images of herself, lying on the bed nude, Hayden, Troy, and Sergio surrounding her, played through her head.

This was going to happen. Oh God.

A buzz of energy charged from her center out to the tips of her fingers and soles of her feet. She hooked her fingers, digging the tips into the rock hard thickness of Sergio’s and Troy’s thighs. A pleasant, tingly warmth was gathering between her legs, and, needing to rub the intensifying heat away, she rocked her hips forward and pressed her legs together.

The hem of her dress slid up her thighs, higher, higher. Male hands explored her neck, shoulders, arms. Tickling touches everywhere made her skin pull into puckered gooseflesh, and she slowly let her head fall back, eyes closed, surrendering to the pleasure blossoming through her body.

Soft kisses trailed down the side of her face, along her jaw, down her neck. A tongue dipped into her ear, and her shoulder tightened. A giggle slipped up her throat.

Her mind was blank, except for the word, Ohmygod, echoing over and over in her head. Sensation drowned out thought, washing over her in increasingly intense waves.

Troy covered her hand with his, gently forcing it up his sculpted thigh, over to the right until it settled over the prominent bulge pressing at his fly. Instantly, a bolt of heat charged through her, exploding like fireworks between her legs.

Fingers crept up the inside of her thighs and she inched her knees apart. Every throbbing cell in her body ached for those teasing touches to move up, to find her swollen tissues, to dip into her slick heat.

Yes, oh yes.

What are you looking for, sweet little Jecelyn? Sergio whispered in her ear, his tone gritty with lust and yet playful and taunting at the same time. Are you looking for something slow and soft? Gentle and tender? Or are you looking for a fuck? Three men who will possess you, ride you hard, and make you come over and over, even if you don’t want to?

Triple Stud

Tawny Taylor

Copyright ©2011 Tawny Taylor

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience.

Jan Thompson has finally scored an invitation to a very special Game Night at the home of notorious bachelor Hayden Ross. She’s swapped her buttoned-up secretarial style for fetish wear, and her plain-Jane name for a saucy new identity, and is ready for a night of hot bone-melting sex with not one, not two, but three men.

Tonight’s game is Triple Stud.

But sweet, shy little Jan has no idea what kind of game she’s in for. These guys play dirty...

WARNING:18+ ONLY This short EROTIC novella contains erotic situations, graphic language, gang bang, oral sex, double penetration, anal sex, and the foursome of one girl's secret fantasies.

Chapter 1

Despite everything Jan Thompson had read, she’d come to the conclusion that there was no such thing as comfortable latex fetish wear. But it made her look fierce, and on a night like tonight, she was willing to pay the price for beauty.

It was Game Night.

More importantly, tonight, she was going to play, instead of watching by the sidelines.

Jan smoothed her hands down her latex-covered thighs, relishing the sensation of her palms gliding over the steel gray material. Sin.

This was one special dress, purchased specifically for this special night. Atsuko Kudo. Couture. Finely crafted, and so chic that even she couldn’t feel like a plain-Jane wearing it.

After one final makeup check in the mirror, Jan, the invisible-secretary-turned-fetish-princess slipped her feet into the fierce black six-inch spike-healed pumps she’d bought last week and practiced her walk across her living room floor.

She was nervous as hell, but ready. Plucked, groomed, shaved.

Tonight she would be playing Triple Stud, a game that was nothing like the card game. At Bastet’s Game Night, Triple Stud was played by a whole different set of rules.

Her hands trembled, heart raced, as anticipation charged through her body the entire drive to the party. Tonight’s gathering was being held on a very large and private estate in a western suburb of Detroit. The property was owned by one of the area’s most notorious bachelors.

Notoriously good looking.

Notoriously wicked.

Notoriously rich.

And notoriously insatiable.

Jan had never dreamed she’d score an invitation to a party at Hayden Ross’ place. Even as the long, winding drive took her deeper into the heavily-wooded lot, she had to keep reminding herself that this was real. That she was about to meet people she’d only read about in the papers or watched on tv. Among the party’s attendees would be local film, music, and television celebrities, as well as powerful men holding government positions and running large companies.

She pulled up to the front of a gorgeous house, poised and stately and surrounded by lush gardens on both sides. Charged up with nervous energy, she put her car into park, dropped her hands into her lap, and took a couple of slow, deep breaths. Hands clutched, she watched the valet dash around the front of her vehicle and open the door.

Out of the car, up the front steps, and to the door she went. She tried to hide her shaking hands by clamping them tightly around her tiny clutch, but she lost the battle the minute she stopped in front of the massive man posted at the front door. The hand-written card that served as her invitation slipped between her fingers and floated on the soft evening breeze, landing silently on the brick porch.

The doorman bent over, snatched up her invitation and checked it against the list he kept in a leather binder. After receiving a curt nod, she headed inside.

If the exterior of the house had been impressive, the interior was beyond words. Never had she been in such a grand home, full of gleaming stone and glittering crystal. To her left arched a wide, sweeping staircase, and directly in front of her was a formal dining room with the most interesting mirrored ceiling. Cut in concentric rings, broken up by spoke-like beveled lines, the ceiling lent the room a classy glitter. The soft light of the candlelight flickering on the table danced on its surface, gold and red.

Just being in this place made her feel special, like she was stepping onto a stage and taking on a character, a role. No longer was she Jan Thompson, thirty-something secretary and all around nice girl. She was...Jecelyn, the latex goddess.

Oh, God. Someday she’d laugh at herself for this. She just knew it.

A man dressed in a pair of snug black leather pants and black cashmere sweater walked by, flashing a stunning smile.

Then again, maybe she wouldn’t laugh at herself.

She sent him a smile right back, and to her surprise, he halted mid-stride, turned a one-eighty, and headed straight toward her.

Oh God, he was amazing.

Hoping she didn’t look as dazed as she felt, she stared for a few seconds, letting herself just take him in. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist and hips. A face that looked both powerfully angelic and erotically wicked at the same time. And shaggy dark hair that skimmed his collar and flopped flirtatiously over one eyebrow.

That was...ohmygod...the one and only Hayden Ross.

Oh wow, she couldn’t believe she was standing here, in Hayden Ross’ house. Inside, she was hopping up and down like a rabbit that had overdosed on caffeine-laced carrots. Outside, she was no doubt grinning like a dork.

His eyes glittering, Hayden offered a hand. "You’re new. I’ve never seen you at one of Bastet’s