Plushie: An Erotic Romp: Plushie, #1

By Clea Kinderton

Enhanced for your pleasure. Completely revised!

Sierra Madsen doesn't have much luck with men. After tossing out yet another cheating boyfriend, she shares her woes with the one person she can really count on: her teddy bear. A few drinks and one ill-advised wish later, Sierra finds herself in the middle of an unexpected -- and fuzzy -- romance with her favorite stuffed animal. Mr. Bigglesworth isn't like the men she's known: he's only got one thing on his mind and that's making her happy. Suddenly, 'sex toy' has taken on a whole new meaning...

Plushie is more than erotica: it's an outrageous, lighthearted romantic comedy about a girl and her stuffie. This story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of a sexual nature and coarse language and is intended for mature readers. Approximately 21,000 words (60+ pages)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Lamp Press
• Release date: Feb 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781516349166

Clea Kinderton

I've always had a wild imagination. I love fat fantasy novels, B movies, comic books, and scifi. But I also love romance and sex and you'll find plenty of both along with heaps of humor, mystery, and suspense jampacked into some of the hottest, hardest, kinkiest stories you may ever read. Strap yourself in, it's going to be a wild ride. I'm always interested in hearing what you have to say and welcome suggestions. You can contact me at [e-mail] and follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CleaKinderton/ and Twitter: https://twitter.com/CleaKinderton.

Book preview

Rude Awakening

H-honey! You’re home early!

My boyfriend Brock was lying naked on the bed, his sculpted, muscular torso partially concealed by a sheet.

They had to end the conference a day early, I said, bending to take off my heels. Apparently there’s some sort of bug going around.

Brock smiled awkwardly, started to sit up, and then changed his mind and leaned back down on his elbow. His face looked a little flushed.

What are you doing in bed? I said, taking out my earrings. It’s two in the afternoon.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak I heard the toilet flush and the door to the en suite bathroom opened.

I turned, watching in stunned silence as a naked blonde girl walked out, scrubbing her hair with my favorite pink towel.

I hope you don’t mind, I used your toothbrush, said the girl.

She must have seen the look on Brock’s face, because she stopped in her tracks and turned in my direction. When she saw me, she gasped, clutching the towel over her breasts.

We stared at each other for half a second and then she bolted.

Oh, hell no! I said, charging after her.

The bleach blonde bimbo made good time down the carpeted hall, but her wet feet slipped on the linoleum in the foyer. She slammed her shoulder into the wall with a thump, knocking down my calendar, and fell on her backside. By the time she’d crawled to the door, I was on top of her, yanking her hair.

You little bitch! I shouted, wrestling with her.

The girl started screaming but my victory was short-lived. A strong pair of hands reached around my waist and heaved me into the air.

The girl’s damp hair slipped through my fingers and Brock lost his balance. We fell in a heap to the floor and the girl scrambled. She grabbed the doorknob and ripped open the door. I tried to pry Brock’s arms apart as she disappeared down the hall.

Get back here, you dirty slut! I screamed after her.

Sierra! Calm down! Brock was yelling in my ear.

I tried to wriggle free but Brock just held on tighter.

Let me go, you bastard! I jabbed my elbow into his side, eliciting a satisfying grunt.

His grip loosed and I twisted free, lunging through the open door after the girl. The cunt was already halfway down the hall.

If I ever see you again I’ll kill you! I shouted after her.

Mr. and Mrs. Benson, my elderly neighbors from across the hall, had come out of their apartment to divine the source of the commotion. They stared at me in open-mouthed perplexity.

Argh! I screamed in frustration. I was so furious I didn’t know what to do.

I swung on my boyfriend. And you! You son of a bitch!

Hey. Hey! he said, holding his hands out defensively as he got to his feet.

I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out into the hall.

Are you crazy? I don’t have any clothes on! he said, trying to force his way back in.

I don’t give a shit! I yelled, shoving him as hard as I could.

He stumbled backward into the Bensons and I slammed the door, cranking the deadbolt.

Brock shook the door by the handle, cursed, and started pounding on it with his fists.

Sierra, come on! This is crazy! Let me back in!

Go die in a fire! I screamed back at him. I was so angry I felt like my chest was going to explode.

I ran to the bedroom and pulled out the top shelf of his dresser. I hauled it into the living room, shoved open the balcony door, and dumped the contents over the railing. Socks and underwear fluttered down to the parking lot six stories below. It did little to quell my fury. I grabbed the drawer full of his concert t-shirts and sent them sailing after his underwear. People in the parking lot were looking up at me and pointing. I gave them the finger and went back inside.

Brock was still hammering the door with his fists and yelling at me to open up.

I ignored him and proceeded down the hall to the bedroom. I grabbed my phone from my purse and punched 9,1,1 on the keypad.

911. What’s the address of your emergency? said a calm, female voice.

1216 Juilliard Crescent, I said, going into the bathroom. I grabbed Brock’s toothbrush and dropped it in the waste basket and made my way back toward the living room.

What’s the emergency, ma’am?

There’s a naked man trying to break into my apartment. I held my phone up to the door so she could hear Brock pounding on it.

There was a pause. Do you know the identity of this person?

Yeah. He’s a slimy, cheating, two-timing, lying, son of a bitch! I shouted over the top of the phone at the door.

There was a second pause.

Ma’am, are you involved in a domestic dispute? came the voice through the phone.

What the hell do you think?! I shouted into the phone. I hung up.

I’m probably going to regret doing that, I thought, slumping to the floor in front of the couch.

Sierra! Open up! Come on. Let’s talk about this!

Go away! I screamed. I never want to see you again! Asshole!

Brock swore and slammed the door with the palm of his hand.

In the silence that followed, the tears started.

An Old Friend

Fuck him, I thought, pushing myself to my feet. I don’t need that dirtbag.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and headed for the kitchen. Brock had stopped banging on the door, stopped pleading with me to let him in. At some point, he’d just quietly slipped away. Like a rat.

I’m just going to get drunk and forget about him, I thought. I’ll get a fresh start tomorrow. Find a real man. Someone who knows how to treat a woman right.

I grabbed the unopened bottle of wine and dug around in the silverware drawer for the corkscrew.

Pfft. As if that’ll happen, Sierra. You always end up with assholes. That’s the third guy in a row you’ve caught cheating on you.

I knew all the Cosmo theories about falling for bad boys, but it just didn’t make sense in my case.

It’s not like I go out of my way