Love Potion No. 2

By Secret Narrative

Love Potion No. 2: An Anthology of Provocative Erotica
Featuring a quartet of novellas designed to turn you on.

Contents:

Acts of Pleasure by Poppy Phoenix
Join Poppy’s world of pleasure where she swings with her friends, seduces a young neighbour, fulfils her own dreams and others' fantasies with sex and romance. Poppy shares these events, some shocking and some amusing, but all are true and all are from her own real life experiences. They include multiple partners, old and young, threesomes, foursomes, bisexual, group sex, voyeur, spanking and other games as she and her husband Steven, aka, The Pervert embrace the swinging lifestyle for their own pleasure. Truth is stranger than fiction, an oft-quoted phrase that readily describes this account from self-confessed sex addict, Poppy Phoenix.

Under Him by Adele Lee
Under Him is a true confession of Adele’s initiation, which takes place at the hands of handsome Rob. Adele has always loved worldly-wise Rob, who bribes her with the promise of gifts and cash. She sacrifices her virginity and much more besides, little knowing that her initiation into the addictive pleasure of sex will turn her a Sunday Girl.

A Diary by Charlotte Caldo
Share Charlotte Caldo’s candid revelations in this sexy, full disclosure. Charlotte discovers her old diaries and exposes her past in an emotional journey of bad behaviour and wild antics. Follow her as she revisits numerous hot encounters, told in her own scorching, confessional words.

Poppy’s Party Pieces by Poppy Phoenix
Poppy says...I believe that the truth is often hornier, smuttier and sexier than fiction. I am happy to write smutty, real life sex stories for your amusement and satisfaction. I very much hope you enjoy Poppy's Party Pieces. Do drop me a line if you would like to chat, I can be contacted via the Secret Narrative website.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Apr 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310343667

Secret Narrative

Provocative erotica designed to turn you on. Happy reading x Warning: All stories are unsuitable for readers under the age of 18.

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Contents

Foreword

Luke

The Firefighter

A New Start

When They’re Cleaning Windows

The Bird Hide

Dominic

Party Line

First Time Threesome

The Maid Gets Laid

Let’s Play Twister

Let’s Play Slave Auction

Kissing Katie

Delectable Dreams

Let’s Play Poke Her: Truth or Dare?

Delicious

Divine: Carnal Connection

Fascinating Stranger

Room Service

Blazing Images

Connecting with Katie

Spankisms

Digital Double

Figging Fun

Afterword

Foreword

It’s green bin day in my part of the world. The garden waste is collected by the sexy men in their big crusher type lorry. I love watching my gardener, but he hasn’t been here this week, so I consoled myself with flirting outrageously with the men who turned up to take away our discarded greenery.

Last week, they caught me in my PJs. This time, when they arrived, I made sure that I was outside doing the garden, fannying around with a few little pots of flowers and bending over to show off my curves. We all enjoyed ourselves, and I became moist when I caught the truck driver’s eye.

Very enjoyable indeed.

I’m always amazed by suggestions that confessional stories are made up. There’s no need for fantasy. With so much opportunity for the real thing, all a girl has to do is be in the right place at the right time, in the right frame of mind and stranger sex is easy...

Luke

Putting the wreckage of my first marriage behind me and throwing myself into my first year as a newly single woman was enormously satisfying. I had many sexual adventures with both men and women, mostly at my place, where I controlled events. Although I have visited men for sex, just for fun, I’m not in the call-girl category, but my behaviour wasn’t dissimilar in all respects except that I didn’t charge for my services. When visiting, I would usually drive myself, having my own transport kept things in my control. From time to time, I’d get a taxi, but being dependent on using a cab could be problematic if I wanted to make a hasty exit.

My little terraced house was perfect, cutely feminine, and easy to maintain. Situated in a quiet coastal town, commutable to London, ideally suited to my needs and at the time, all I could afford. Having a disastrous and expensive failed marriage to recover from, it was necessary to downsize and start again. The breakdown of the marriage was my fault, largely due to the fact that I simply couldn’t, and still can’t, resist men, usually younger, paying me attention, flattering me, clearly wanting to fuck me, and I would let them.

Trouble was my first husband didn’t see it that way. Not only did I have to leave my home, but when he divorced me, it cost me my investment in the house we had shared. My advice to anyone who loves sexual adventure, is, don’t get married unless it’s to somebody who enjoys the same diversions.

I used to visit a man at his house near to where I lived, although he was local, we met on an Internet dating site, each of us surfing for a fuck buddy. I found him incredibly handsome. He was the image of Brad Pitt, but with prematurely grey hair, it suited him and, funnily enough, didn’t age him either. Thankfully, his photograph was a true likeness because I have had one or two surprises, to say the least, when my blind date turned up. Either because they had used pictures twenty years out of date or photographs of someone else. I fucked them all anyway.

Arranging to meet Luke at his place, I booked a taxi because I fancied a drink. I had known Luke for quite a while by then, so I didn’t bother with the usual caveats. The driver watched me in his rear-view mirror, eyes fixed on my tiny black skirt and sheer nylon stockings. The whole ensemble completed with flamboyantly uber-high heels effortlessly achieving the sluttish look I was aiming for when I chose the outfit.

Realising that the driver couldn’t keep his eyes on the road and knowing he probably had a hard-on, I spent the entire journey shamelessly flirting. Crossing, and uncrossing my legs, showing him glimpses of my thighs between my stocking tops and crotchless panties. We swept into Luke’s driveway, coming to a halt in front of his imposing doors. I leaned forward to pay the cabbie before climbing out of the car, handing over the cash, together with a final eyeful. He was cute, making the short journey enjoyable, and I hoped he had fun too. Perhaps I should have given him my number, even though he was older than the type of man I usually target.

Luke’s house was to die for. Having spent a few years getting it exactly as he wanted, he had succeeded in creating a home that most people would adore living in. I revelled in visiting him, it was one of the reasons I kept him on my fuck buddy list for such a long time. The secluded garden was stunning, with a massive patio, where we could fuck, day or night because he had no close neighbours and the house backed onto an area of woodland.

We had some brilliant open-air fucks in that wood, one of our favourite pastimes was for him to tie me half-naked to a tree at dusk, with the risk of somebody just happening along. Luke had to be fully dressed, his power over me part of the turn-on.

I relished the fact that he only need get his cock out of his pants before fucking me hard, the bark of the tree-trunk scratching my back as he shagged me. The rougher the better, never failing to make me come, the risk of discovery made my heart race, blood pulsating in my ears. I was invariably on the edge of orgasm even as he secured the ropes.

It makes my heart thump with lust even thinking about it. He’d usually pull out and wank over me, showering me with spunk before walking away, leaving me helpless, his cum trickling down my semi-naked body, sometimes on my face too, wondering when he would return. He would come back, by which time I would genuinely be terribly worried about being stumbled upon by someone else. Eventually, I’m sure he would have actually left me there, pushing the boundaries was part of our attraction for each other.

As far as I know, nobody ever spotted us, but I cannot be sure because if I had ever been walking in the woods and stumbled upon a scene like that, I would have been likely to hide and watch the action.

I sometimes fantasised that a stranger would find me before Luke returned, silently fuck me up against the tree, ejaculate and leave without a word. I never shared that particular fantasy with Luke, knowing that he might try to make it happen, that much realism may have been too much for me.

The master bathroom of Luke’s house was complete with a titanic bath, having a Jacuzzi and all the other modern appliances. I would soak in the tub for hours while he sat on the tile surround fingering my cunt and wanking. I delighted in being there. Another bonus was that Luke had a larger than average cock, knew how to use it, and was a formidable sexual partner. There was absolutely nothing he wasn’t willing or prepared to try.

Having an insatiable appetite for sin, he simply loved to fuck, anytime, anyplace, anywhere. I used to call him ‘ever-ready’, he couldn’t get enough of me, probably because I rarely said no to anything he suggested, no matter how weird or outrageous.

That day, Luke opened the door to me wearing just a T-shirt and shorts, telling me right away that he’d spent the morning masturbating, watching porn that he’d left playing, knowing they’d turn me on.

The main entrance opened into an extravagant reception room leading straight into one of the sitting rooms. The first thing that greeted me was the sound of a large group having sex. I looked at the cinematic sized screen, broadcasting a dungeon scene. Two men shackled to the walls, suffering thrashing, the images made my clit throb tout de suite, adding to the lust my flirtation with the taxi driver had generated.

The women in the film looked fabulous, dressed as they were in fetish gear suitable for the games unfolding in the movie. Thigh-high leather boots, black latex corsets, breasts swelling over the top of their encasement, nipples exposed, wearing full masks and wielding appropriate tools for discipline and correction, one using a cat-o-nine tails, the other a birch rod. Their naked victims, though shackled in hanging positions, sported erections, the flogging was pleasurable for all participants judging by the hard cocks.

Face down on the coffee table, said Luke, knowing I would be panting for it. The DVD being exactly the sort of entertainment I enjoyed.

I obeyed. The table was long, low, with a reinforced glass top, sturdy wooden surround and squat legs, so I wasn’t too bothered settling myself down. I am a slender brunette, long legs stretching out towards one of his sofas, the room was so large it housed several giant sofas, which was perfect for entertaining large groups for fuck festivals. I would have liked a drink, but my need for an orgasm was immediate. Knowing that the initial fuck would be relatively swift, let him part my legs, drop his shorts and enter me from behind. My head hanging over one end of the table my long, dark hair cascading towards the floor, and my arms down at either side.

He pumped away in my cunt. Not exciting enough for Luke, without warning, he withdrew his cock, stabbing it remorselessly into my arsehole. In spite of the fact that I cursed his harsh treatment, I was secretly thrilled. I simply love being sodomised, especially if my cunt is also filled with another cock or a dildo.

His cock accommodated in my narrow rectum, it only took a few thrusts, and Luke fired his cum into me, grunting with pleasure, pulling out, spunk dribbled from my arsehole. We cleaned up a little, poured some drinks, and sat fondling each other, watching the rest of the action, just the way we both liked it.

You look hot, said Luke, rather belatedly, I like that sexy little skirt. Shall we call the agency and get a girl around for some threesome fun? I’ll pay.

I was shocked because Luke usually managed to get away without ever having to put his hand in his wallet, even for a drink. In spite of his wealth, he was miserly, but I didn’t mind his shortcomings, it wasn’t as if he were my boyfriend. Never in a million years would I have agreed to get serious with him. He was far too mean and far too unreliable.

Okay, I said, but honestly, you will have to pay because I can’t afford it. Even though it’s quite early, she’ll charge at least two hundred pounds as we’re a couple. You’d better tell the agency we need a bisexual. A lot of the girls won’t have a threesome that includes a woman.

It always amazes me that some of the girls are happy to come out and service two or more men but refuse to have sex with women. Sometimes they’ll come out in pairs to have sex with a couple, but it costs more than double the going rate, and Luke was far too tight to book a pair of girls. One girl would have to be sufficient to service us.

We always used the same agency. They sent us a new girl who hadn’t been in the job for more than a week. She was visibly nervous, but her husband was the driver and stayed in the car, parked around the corner, we were her first paying couple. The agency obviously sent her to us because they knew we’d be okay with her. She was a very large girl, but hourglass, creating a feminine, striking appearance. She had red hair, cut into a sleek, shining bob and the somewhat pale, freckled skin that many redheads have. Luke didn’t mind her being overweight because oddly, for such a handsome man, he never bothered about looks of others.

You girls strike a nice contrast, her tits are much bigger than yours, he said, referring to my smaller breasts.

I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or pleased with his remark, but erring toward the former and quietly fuming, I led the way upstairs. She carried a bag, which she told us contained everything we may need, including condoms. She was about twenty years old, certainly at least a decade younger than either of us, her face smooth, her eyes large and baby blue, her innocent air was quite appealing.

I couldn’t help wondering about her need for money being so powerful that she was willing to prostitute herself with her husband abetting her. Still, my situation was hardly any different, cold, harsh cash being the only thing that separated her and me. Maybe she has the right idea, I thought, putting my misgivings about her situation out of my mind when she laid me on the bed, pushed up my incy skirt and licked me out. She played with my cunt as only another woman can, it was sensational. Luke stood next to the bed watching and rubbing his cock, alternately pushing the head of his shaft into her mouth and mine for sucking.

Our novice call-girl expertly brought me off a number of times, better even than my best female fuck buddy and made sure that I was satisfied before she rolled a condom onto him in one smooth, accomplished move. Opening her podgy, creamy thighs, she exposed her shaven cunt for fucking. Luke tried to talk her into taking his cock up her arse, but she refused, even though he offered her extra cash.

He finally settled for bending her over the end of the bed, standing behind her, ramming into her cunt and energetically fucking her, causing her pendulous breasts to swing back and forth. I reclined, watching while caressing my clit. Staying for over an hour, that lovely girl undoubtedly gave value for money, that’s for sure. Servicing Luke with a blowjob and simultaneously buggering me with a giant black dildo.

Move onto your side, Poppy, he said, removing himself from her mouth. Shaft her again. And while the girl pushed the dildo back into my arse from behind, he lay in front of me, filling my cunt with his seemingly ever-hard cock, sandwiching me between them.

I love double penetration, it is one of my favourite things, whether it’s two shafts in my cunt or one in my arse and one in my cunt, I love, love, love it. It feels as if the cocks, real or rubber, are going to tear me apart, the pain can be exquisite, I revel in it, even thinking about it makes me moist. After we paid her and thanked her, she gave us her card for future calls, but we never used her again. I often wonder how she is; she was a delightful, decent girl.

I spent the night at Luke’s place, and we fucked a number of times, watched a couple more porn movies, talked about our buxom call-girl. I let him plug my cunt with a buzzing vibrator while he fucked my arse again. In fact, I let him commit sodomy until I was too sore to take any more.

Next morning I got him to drive me home. I didn’t want to call a cab, it being obvious I’d spent the night fucking, plus I didn’t have a change of clothes with me. Even I have my limits, and I draw the line at getting into a stranger’s car looking as if I have been fucked and buggered all night, which of course I had.

My next session with Luke was marvellous because he arrived at my place unannounced with his brother-in-law Neil in tow. He and his wife were over visiting from New Zealand. I had seen pictures of them previously, she being a stunning brunette with fabulous hair and a boyish body. Not my type actually, which was just as well, because it wasn’t her who wanted to fuck me.

He did though, which was why Luke brought him round. Neither man seemed concerned about the fact that Luke was encouraging his sister’s husband to play away, so I didn’t see why I should let it bother me. They’d obviously discussed me, and what I liked to do in detail because no sooner had they arrived, than Luke pulled me off the settee, where we had settled for coffee, forcing me to my knees in front of him, releasing his cock.

Suck it, I’ve been telling Neil all about your blowjobs. Show him what I mean, he said, filling my mouth with his cock.

His intrusive shaft silenced any reply I might have made, so I obligingly sucked. Although I enjoy bondage games where I am dominant, my natural state is submissive. Treated as if I have been coerced into sex excites me immensely if the action is within my control to some extent, liking the risk without extreme danger. Neil had a pleasing bulge forming in his trousers.

I paused. Get it out. I’d like to suck you too.

He complied and pushed his cock into my mouth alongside Luke’s.

My balls are about to explode, said Neil.

Both cocks were pretty impressive, but if I’m honest, I find most cocks impressive. Few things are better than sucking, fucking and being buggered, and most of the time one cock isn’t enough for me. Often, two isn’t either.

I spent the next ten minutes alternating their cocks in my mouth. A hand on each, taking them into my throat one at a time and encasing their helmets side by side between my lips, bringing them to orgasm.

I have learned how to give the sort of blowjob that most men would happily pay for, priding myself in my professional approach. Luke ejaculated first, and I swallowed every drop, holding onto his shaft, licking his glans, causing him to shiver, knowing that he finds too much attention on his cock directly after orgasm difficult to bear. I went ahead anyway, applying the pleasurable pain principle.

Neil shot his load soon afterwards. He wasn’t lying when he said that his balls would explode. It went everywhere, over my face, in my hair, dripping off my chin and onto the carpet. After that little frolic, I got them to join me in the shower to wash off.

Having sex in the shower that afternoon was incredible. Luke pushed me against the wall tiles, which felt cold and hard beneath my palms as I braced myself. I allowed him to penetrate the depths of my cunt, fucking me from behind while Neil watched and wanked. I would have quite liked a double penetration, but Neil seemed happy simply watching Luke fuck me, so I didn’t say anything.

The meeting led to a fantastic private session with Neil, which has been one of the best experiences of pain and power I’ve ever had. He turned out to be a BDSM enthusiast, thoroughly enjoying carefully inflicting pain on a willing partner, which I found out soon after our first meeting.

After they had left, I saw Neil’s business card on the sofa. While possible that it might have just fallen out of his pocket, I knew it meant he wanted me to contact him, but I left it until the next day before calling.

It’s Poppy.

I was hoping you’d call. I’ve arranged some free time. I’ve told Jill I’m playing golf tomorrow, I want to come over and see you. I’d like to share a few games I’m unable to play at home.

What sort of games? I was pretty sure what he had in mind wasn’t going to be just a little bit of light spanking.

I’d like to immobilise you, blindfold and gag you, taking whatever pleasure I want from you. Have you got the works? It’d be difficult for me to get my hands on anything at such short notice and without discovery.

No problem, I have everything we’ll need. Lust throbbed my clit.

Thought you might. I’ll be over first thing. I want to leave the house as if I’m going to the golf club. Oh, and I’m not going to tell Luke, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t either, we’re staying with him, and it could be tricky.

Naturally, I replied, a bit miffed that he thought it necessary to warn me about the need for discretion. Idiot.

Already feeling nervous, I hardly knew him for one thing, and that could be high risk with total immobilisation games, but I felt insanely horny even thinking about it. Lust unquestionably overruled caution, welcoming the idea of him servicing me while fulfilling his needs in any manner he wished.

The next day I dressed carefully, putting on a red leather waspie. I prefer help doing up this piece of clothing so that the laces constrict my breathing, but I was on my own and had to make do with as tight as I could manage. It’s the sort of garment that is splendid if somebody can lace me into it while I’m holding onto the bedpost. Sometimes for extra leverage, a foot in the small of the back ensures an extraordinarily tight fit.

Nevertheless, I managed to pull my waist into minuscule measurements without assistance, letting my tits swell a little over the top. My breasts are not large, but they are firm and have wonderfully responsive nipples. I didn’t cover them because I wanted Neil to use nipple clamps. Attaching black fishnet stockings to the suspenders of the waspie, I laced up my thigh length, PVC wet-look boots that have a ridiculously high heel and sexy double lace fastening from ankle to thigh. I only ever wear them for playtime. They’re not practical or appropriate for anything else except a bedroom or basement.

Leaving the blindfold, handcuffs, ropes and gag in a transparent bag on the table in the hallway, and key in the front door, I went to my bedroom and waited. It wasn’t long until I heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps on the stairs, keeping my eyes closed, I didn’t make a sound.

I heard him step into the room. Keys clattered, presumably onto the glass top of the dressing table, followed by the sound of the bag rustling as he removed the contents I had carefully selected for the pleasure ahead. I had stowed the rest of the stuff I hoped he would need, close to the bed.

Fucking hell. You look magnificent.

I didn’t reply, remaining mute and motionless as if I hadn’t heard him, waiting for him to take the hint, willing him to get on with it. It seemed like a lifetime, but at last, he pulled me up, stuffed the ball of the gag into my mouth, and secured it, followed by the blindfold. The citrus smell of his cologne entered my senses. I was already looking forward to inhaling his fresh, light aroma mingled with the musky dark scent of sex.

Neil tied me spread between the four posts of my bed. I have never had any other type of bed. Under-bed restraints are fine too, but I prefer the medieval feeling of being lashed to the posts.

Once he had fastened my bonds, I felt a rush of moisture flood my cunt. I’d chosen to wear crotchless panties, needing him to have easy access, not giving him the hassle of having to cut or tear off my underwear. Although I find having my clothing ripped off exceedingly exciting, crotchless panties or no panties were best for the sort of games we intended to play that day.

He would find out how horny I was when he saw, tasted, or felt my cunt, I hadn’t a clue what he intended to do, and I didn’t care either.

He attached the scissor, nipple clamps I’d supplied, I own myriad versions of nipple clamps, but the scissors are my favourite. The ridged teeth of the clamp attach to the nipple and aren’t adjustable. Once they’re on, the nipple is securely trapped, leaving no room for manoeuvre.

"I wish I could take a photograph. I’d never want to stop looking at it. You’re such a fucking slut. I can see your cunt glistening. You’re a real harlot, aren’t you? It’s rhetorical, but a reply would be good. Nod.’

I nodded, one, because those were his orders and he was in charge, and two, because he was right.

I’m going to use a vibrator on you. I don’t want to fuck you yet because I’ll come too quickly, I’m so fucking worked up.

Hearing the buzz before he put it inside me, I wasn’t sure which one he’d chosen at first because I have a large selection. Once inside, I was aware it was the slim, long one that doesn’t stretch me. I had prepared it in advance by encasing it in a sleeve that is covered with raised pressure nodules with an extra-long one on the tip allowing deep probing. He moved it around, holding it up against the front wall of my cunt, it provides a fantastic sensation having something pressed at that angle; cock, finger or vibrator. I could feel myself flooding with moisture, the head of my bud tingling, the spikes of the first sensation of orgasm reaching the surface of my skin.

Silently screaming for release, desperate for him to touch my clit; it felt as if it were going to burst open, like an overripe fruit. He didn’t disappoint, switching off the dildo, kneeling between my thighs, placing his thumbs on each of my outer lips.

God, your cunt looks so fucking brilliant. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across the top of my exposed clit. Gently circling the tip over the bud and immersing his tongue into my slit between long slurps and performing a faultless tongue fuck.

You taste fantastic. I’ve never eaten such a tempting little cunt, he said, going down for more.

Secretly pleased, quivering for release, a small spasm of ecstasy clenched me, as soon as he touched my clit. Neil relentlessly used his tongue in place of the vibrator, probing deeply. I felt the heat of an explosive orgasm approaching, being deprived of sight added intensity, and I shuddered the shafts of burning internal light out of me. Making a mental note that sight deprivation heightened my enjoyment, I vowed to use the blindfold regularly when I masturbated.

I’m going to fuck you, Poppy, and I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m wearing a rubber, he said and pressed his engorged helmet up against my willing cunt, hesitating when he registered the resistance from my compact pussy. I often need stretching to accommodate even the average cock. The pleasure of being able to open my cunt wider with his cock was bound to enrapture him.

He pulled out slightly and in spite of my bonds, I raised my arse a fraction beneath him silently begging him to finish the job. I wanted him fully inserted, right up to the hilt in my throbbing little cunny.

Christ. That’s so tight, so fucking tight and hot. He kept saying, over and over again, brutally gaining full access. I cried out in pain, which for me is the best aphrodisiac in the world. His cock, being quite large, actually hurt, and I strained against my bonds.

You’ll have bruises if you struggle against the ropes too much, he panted, working away at me, fast and hard.

Suddenly, his hands encircled my neck. When penetrated, arse or cunt, I savour pressure on my windpipe, but we hadn’t agreed a safe signal so I’ll admit I was bloody scared. He squeezed my throat with virtuoso skill, without causing me to pass out, ferociously driving me to a dazzling