Can't Control Myself

By Devin Brees

On the night before the biggest presentation of Kate’s life, a presentation that could put her in line for a partnership at the most prestigious ad agency on the west coast, Kate is unable to control her salacious appetite, endangering the success of her presentation and threatening to destroy her career.

This erotic tale includes strong language and is intended for mature readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Devin Brees
• Release date: Oct 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311013750

Devin Brees

Dev & Bree are a married couple who create steamy lust-filled erotica. Dev is the writer while Bree is his editor, business manager, and muse. Together they build stories that invite you to experience the arousal of passionate men and women who surrender to their intense sexual desires.Writing under the pseudonym Devin Brees, this naughty couple offers you their deepest fantasies that they use to heighten the eroticism in their own marriage.Whether you read with your spouse, your lover, or all alone, Dev & Bree’s stories will enhance your sexual appetite.

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Can’t Control Myself

by Devin Brees

Copyright 2013 FYEO Publishing [through Smashwords]

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is not attributable to cover model. Cover model is an illustration for viewing only and holds no association with any published narrative. The pseudonym Devin Brees is not to be confused with any living individual.

All characters portrayed in this work are 18 years old or older. This publication is for sale for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial explicit scenes and graphic language that may be considered offensive to some readers.

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Can’t Control Myself

I KNOW THAT I shouldn't go out tonight, but I can't control myself. I'll just put on something plain, a t-shirt and a short, denim skirt, not too sexy. But my t-shirt is tight and I don't wear a bra, so the outline of my abundant chest is clearly visible from behind the thin cotton, but that's OK, compared to what I usually wear, I'm downright medieval.

I could simply stay at the hotel bar, but that's too tame even when I'm just looking for a relaxing hour, so I hopped into a cab and asked the driver to take me to a bar with a known reputation, so here I am, sitting on a stool and playing with the straps of my red platforms with the stiletto heels. They've gotten small over the years and they hurt, but they're my security blanket when I go someplace new.

The bartender smiles as he mixes my drink, regularly glancing at my tits. I have several, drinks, that is, and I thrill as other men look at me, too. Some stare and some glance, but all are impressed by my rack.

I get the usual parade of hi beautiful and can I buy you a drink? The usual lines of crap that make me feel anything but excited to be a woman. Lucky for me, too, because the luxury watch on my wrist reads ten o'clock and it looks like I'm going to go to bed at a reasonable hour for a change. I have a presentation at eight in the morning and I need to be well rested.

I pull three cards from my back pocket and separate my credit card from my I.D. from my room key. I hand the bartender my credit card, and ask him to call a cab. I could do it, but why deprive him of the pleasure to do a good deed for me.

At that moment, my phone buzzes on the bar next to the three empty glasses. It's stepdad. He calls me, like, four times a year, but he still hasn't gotten the hint that I have nothing to say to him.

You've turned down a lot of guys tonight, a woman says to me.

She's cute with a dark, exotic complexion and a short halter mini-dress that fits tightly around her hips and loosely over her breasts. I'm not a lesbian or even bisexual, but I appreciate a great pair of tits, and these are fantastic, more holding up her dress than being covered by it.

I'm just looking for an early night.

Yeah, the guys in this place are good looking, but kind of slimy, myself.

She doesn't know that they are just my type and if they weren't so stupid with their lines, I'd already be in the back seat of a car with my mouth full of cock.

The bartender hands me my credit card and tells me that the cab will be here in fifteen minutes.

Would you like to wait with us? The woman says and looks toward a small table where a handsome black man is sitting.

Sure, why not?

I sit between them and soak in the man's masculinity. He's friendly and gregarious, and when he puts his arm on the back of my chair and his hand on my knee, it doesn't feel like he's making a move, it just feels like he's being nice.

Fifteen minutes are gone in a second. The bartender comes over to tell me that my cab is ready. My inner child says, awww.

Hang here with us for a while, the woman says. We can take you home.

Apologize to the driver for me? I tell the bartender.

And another round, the man says.

This one's on me, and I reach in my back pocket to pull out my credit card, but he puts his hand on mine.

No. My tab. And he pushes the credit card back into my pocket and this time he definitely cops a feel on my ass, but I don't