Attack Me

By Lexi Hush

Doreen Starr is normal in every sense of the word. That is, until she witnesses something so enthralling and intoxicating that she is unable to put it behind her.

To move forward, she must take a step back and face her deepest desire.

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"Are you going to use the safe word?" he growls against my ears.

I cry out when his partner tightens the cold metal clamp around my throbbing nub. His hands holds me tightly and he repeats the question. "Are you?"

This is my way out. My chance to stop everything and return to my life. The tension between us builds and I feel my knees weakening as their hands touch me everywhere. "No," I breathe

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fanciful Erotica
• Release date: Oct 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310928093

Lexi Hush

If you enjoyed this story, sign up for Lexi's mailing list at http://eepurl.com/bALxeX.   Lexi has been a writer for as long as she can write. Half the time, she's drifting through life trying to find ways to twist ordinary situations into sensual encounters. The other half is spent penning those stories for her reader's enjoyment. She lived in the East Coast but is currently travelling around the world. Lack of funding means she is currently stuck. She hopes to earn enough to continue her adventure soon. Meanwhile, she is living in a rented apartment and enjoying her days curled up on the couch with a nice book and a cup of coffee. If you like what you read, please leave a review or get another book in her collection.

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Lexi Hush

Copyright 2015 Lexi Hush

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Unintentionally A Voyeur

My life is a disappointment.

There's no kind way to go about it. Growing up, I've always thought I would end up with a fairy tale life. White picket fence, perfect husband, decent job, two dogs, the works.

Instead, I live alone in a small apartment with a flower boutique that I help manage downstairs.

I'm as normal as they come.

A strangled scream breaks through my thoughts and my attention is brought back to the scene in front of me. I'm ashamed to admit that there is stirring in my stomach as I stare at the three people from my apartment window. I wonder if anybody in the apartment complex is looking out their window and seeing the same thing. Do they feel the longings twist inside them as well?

I lick my lips and lean a little closer towards the darkness to see better.

Though they are all shielded by the dark of the tight alley way, the little light from my apartment is enough to illuminate exactly what they are doing.

I had looked out the bedroom window just as I was getting ready to bed and saw the woman step into the dark alley. Her mere presence was enough to pique my interest since the alley is usually avoided. The small path is only wide enough for two people walking side by side. It leads to the street that is easily assessable through a brighter and safer designated walkway just a short walk away.

As I continue staring at the strange woman, the uneasy stirring in my belly grows and I turn off my bedroom light, leaving only my reading light on so that I can hide in the darkness.

The way she waltzes into the confined space brings to mind the image of a rabbit slipping into a lion's den. It is a juxtaposition that both was both confusing and arousing. I find myself utterly captivated.

Like a voyeur, I stare with the intent to stay hidden. Her eyes continue to dart around fearfully. Without warning, she stops altogether in the middle of the alley, right below my window. I couldn't help but think that I have the best seat of the show.

She was wearing a tight yellow tank top over a pair of denim jeans. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown in the dim light. She looks to be in her late twenties, though a good guess is impossible in the dark lighting. When she glances up, I quickly hide away, but not before I could see that her expression is one of fear and anticipation.

I couldn't