Dominated By A Clown (Cream Pie Erotica - literally!)

By Britten Thorne

Divorcee Bonnie thought it was just harmless flirting when the birthday clown she hired demonstrated his modified, vibrating hand buzzer; but when they meet over the cake later in the evening, she realizes that Wacky Wiley has a whole bag of surprises. A dirty mind lurks beneath his colorful rainbow wig, and soon his props and gags have her bound, writhing, and begging for more.

Warning: This 6400 word short contains explicit language and graphic adult content, including rough sex with a dominating clown and use of unconventional sex toys.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britten Thorne
• Release date: Sep 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301817504

Britten Thorne

Britten is a recovering Catholic schoolgirl with a raunchy imagination. Her favorite place to read erotica is on the train – there's nothing like having a dirty little secret in a crowded public place! When she isn't writing, she's caring for more pets than her landlord would find appropriate.

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Dominated By A Clown (Cream Pie Erotica - literally!)

Copyright 2013 Britten Thorne

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, places, events, or locales, is purely coincidental.

Warning: contains adult content

You forgot the cake? My inquiry was more of a shriek than a question.

I didn't forget, you said your sister would pick it up.

"I said she could pick it up. You said you were handling it." I pressed my fingers to my temples as the throbbing threatened to become a full-on headache. Dealing with Mark, my ex-husband, always had that effect on me.

We stood in my kitchen while the birthday party continued in the backyard. The pack of little boys played cornhole and freeze tag under the watchful eyes of my sister and a few of the other kids' parents who I'd invited to stick around.

Shit. Fine. I'll go get it now.

No, I said, I'll go. Leo wants you here. I glanced out the window at our son, tossing beanbags and wearing a pointy birthday hat. He was growing up so fast. Just make sure you listen for the doorbell, the clown will be here any minute. I grabbed my purse from the kitchen table.

Really, Bonnie, I'm sorry. He sounded sincere, but I'd stopped falling for that long ago.

Still, it was Leo's birthday. I could play nice for him. It's fine. I'll be back in ten. I watched him slink off to the backyard to join the games before heading to the front door.

I pulled it open, and I screamed.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry! The clown stood right there in the doorway, his face painted white with red cheeks, red around his mouth, wearing a multicolored wig and the inevitable round red nose. I laughed, placing a hand over my heart. You startled me!

He grinned behind the painted smile. Afraid of clowns?

No, no, I said, I was when I was young, but now I just find you a little creepy. Well, not you specifically, of course, just some of you guys. I think it's the paint, it makes it hard to read the face, but anyway, the party is in the backyard, just let yourself through.

He seemed amused by