Virgin Sex Erotica

By K.B. Stevens

This triple play of erotica stories features virginity and innocence lost under questionable circumstances through the dubious designs of devious men. The three cherry popping stories from the files of best selling erotica writer K.B. Stevens, are: Hypnotized & Used for Sex, Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis, and Ugly Girls Need Sex Too! Over 25,000 words of dirty "V" card shredding sex! Features: rough virgin defloration, dubious consent, squirting, spanking, sex toys, oral and anal pleasures, mind control sex, face sitting, voyeurism, public sex, tribbing, lesbian lust, group sex, reverse breeding, masturbation, smothering, hair pulling, foot fetishes, reluctant sex, and romance among other kinks.

Hypnotized & Used For Sex: Dillon plans to try out his hypnotism on his virginal girlfriend, but he's interrupted by her snobby, conceited, cock-blocking roommate Hannah. When Dillon unexpectedly finds himself alone with Hannah one night he decides a change of plans is in order, but what price will he pay when everything is said and done? This raunchy tale of dubious consent is not for the faint of heart!

Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis: While crossing the Bermuda Triangle delivery boat captain Marcus Miller stumbles into grave danger in the form of a hidden utopia with an erotic secret. A secret that the inhabitants will protect at any cost.

Ugly Girls Need Sex Too!: When homely, unattractive Carol Peacock becomes the target of a cruel high school prank, a mysterious cute boy from her past saves her from the bullies...and her virginity! Carol gets the last laugh in this steamy erotic tale of transformation and payback.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: Oct 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301392704

K.B. Stevens

I studied Video/Film at The University of Maryland Baltimore County. Have travelled all over the world to strange places like: Iceland, Turkey, Africa, Bahamas, Mexico, Denmark, Belgium, Japan, France, America, etc. I love anything that involves the outdoors including: scuba diving, water skiing, hiking, biking, kayaking, ice-skating, snow skiing, shooting, sailing, etc. I love movies and reading, and believe that reading/writing screenplays combines the best of both mediums. Lately I have been branching out into other genres of writing like: non-fiction and erotica. I really enjoy putting a story together and hope you will enjoy reading some (all) of my books.

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Virgin Sex Erotica

by

K.B. Stevens

Copyright 2013 K.B. Stevens

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This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only, and may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is a work of erotic fiction for mature adult audiences only. It is unsuitable for readers 17 and under, and may be offensive to readers of all ages. All characters are over the age of 18 and fictitious; any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Hypnotized And Used For Sex

I knew it was wrong, but what can I say; I'm a horny teenager with raging testosterone and a constant boner. Ever since I saw, The Amazing Andillini (Andy Horowitz to you and me) hypnotize a bunch of cerebral nerds from my high school's advanced calculus class, I was obsessed with hypnotism. I mean if those self conscious, doubting Thomases with genius IQs could be made to waddle around the auditorium stage quacking like ducks, then surely anyone was susceptible to the power of hypnosis. And the best part about it was they didn't remember a single detail of the whole humiliating ordeal afterwards.

My recurring wet dream was to master this Jedi mind trick and get my homely, dick-tease girlfriend Emily, to be my sexual puppet; doing whatever dirty deed I demanded. Screw the whole, with great power comes great responsibility bullshit because I was tired of walking around my college campus feeling like I had a giant, V for virginity branded on my forehead.

Having reached the ancient age of 19 with my V card still intact, I was ready to lose my virginity by any means necessary. The situation in my pants had reached crisis proportions; I would have screwed a fat, ugly hooker if I only had the money to pay for one. Unfortunately I sunk all of the money I had, and probably ever will have for the next 10 years, into higher learning and Sallie Mae student loans.

I know what you're thinking, the best things in life...including sex, are free dear boy. The sad truth of the matter was that Emily seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in working me up and then tagging me out any time I tried to get past her second base. The only balls that got anywhere near her field of abstinence where blue balls. The last time I tried to steal a base, with my hand leading off, sliding almost imperceptibly along the inside of her thigh, she cried foul and slapped me hard across the face. It didn't really hurt; it just strengthened my horny resolve to get into her panties, by hook or by crook, as my British Lit. teacher would say.

Normally I would have had the local unshowered liquor store bum buy me a four pack of wine coolers; plenty enough to get Emily sloppy drunk. Then I could easily take advantage of her when her defenses were totally sloshed. Unfortunately she was allergic to any and all alcoholic beverages and the histamines they naturally contained.

With some girls a little allergy would be nothing more than an inconvenience, however for Emily it meant projectile vomiting, a trip to the E.R. and one of those Epinephrine needles in the leg. Trust me; I saw it first hand, up close and personal at our first communion together when we were 8 years old and Pastor Schaaft gave her the tiniest cup of, The Lord's Blood. It was not a pretty sight.

So I was forced to pursue an alternative route; one that was more powerful, more volatile, and totally unpredictable: sexual hypnotism.

I'm going to share my sordid tale of mind control sex with you, dear reader, as a kind of public service announcement; a cautionary tale if you will, for others who might be likewise tempted to veer down the same moral slippery slope that I found myself on.

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I had been practicing, plotting and planning this night for weeks; It was Friday night and I was ready to perform, ready to get it on! The Amazing Dillini (That's me) was about to go where no man...or vibrator had gone before! I had my, Hypnotism For Dummies book for reference, and a small bottle of KY lube. I forgot condoms, but that didn't matter; I planned on giving Emily a warm, gooey, pearl necklace at the conclusion of my performance. I was about to unleash years of sexual frustration on my sweet, unsuspecting girlfriend; poking and prodding her in each and every one of her delectable holes until I had my fill. I was cool as a cucumber, chilling in Hannah and Emily's dorm room, biding my time until Emily and I were alone.

I had carefully chosen this night; the first Friday of the month, due to the fact that her stuck-up annoying, rich-bitch roommate, Hannah, always went home to Denver to ride her horses, do her laundry, and have dinner with her filthy rich parents on the first weekend of every month.

I was sitting on Hannah's enormous green bean bag chair; drilling my lines in my head, going over my hypnotic suggestions, preparing to take control of Emily's feeble mind by planting the idea that having sex with me was not only what she wanted more than anything in the world, but that she was actually the aggressor. I'm talking about some crazy Inception stuff!

Emily and Hannah were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, studying furiously with dueling laptops and notes everywhere. I check my watch, even though I already know the time, and ask Hannah, Shouldn't you be headed home?

She gives me an annoyed look, "Shouldn't you be headed back to your dorm, Dillbert?"

Emily speaks up in my defense, You know he hates it when you call him that!

I hate it when...Dillon, puts his nasty ass on my new bean bag, Hannah tells Emily, as if I'm not in the room.

I like it; it reminds me of a big giant green M&M, you know, the kind that make you wanna smush all night! I yell, thrusting my hips in Hannah's precious chair.

Hannah looks at me in disgust, That's why you're still a virgin! You nasty retard!

I glare at Emily, but she just buries her head in her laptop; obviously wanting to avoid my angry stare.

"Come on Emily! Do you have to tell, little Ms. Perfect our business!" I shout annoyed.

Hannah laughs maniacally in my face like some she-devil super villain, There's no reward for the last two geeks that held onto their virginity the longest, she says wickedly.

Do you have to be such a cruel bitch? I ask Hannah, who just stares at me blankly; clearly unrepentant.

Hannah makes a sad puppy-dog face at me, talking in a condescending tone, Is little Dillbert gonna cry now? Can't take the shameful truth that you'll probably end up a 40 year old virgin?

I could feel my face turning red, and my eyes getting a little misty. I quickly blink it away; no way in hell was I going to give, silver spoon Hannah the satisfaction of knowing she hurt my feelings.

I close my Hypnotism For Dummies book, and stroll towards the door; ready to leave.

There's too much estrogen in here; you girls have a good weekend!

Dillon, wait! Emily says, catching up to me