Craving

By Heather Keyes

A middle aged woman finds herself needing something - something she can't put into words. 

She feels emotionless and the only way for her to gain satisfaction is to fulfill a deep dark fantasy she has had for years.  A fantasy even her husband doesn't know about. 

She decides to do it: she summons a group of men to a seedy motel room where she plans the ultimate sin filled video production; a production where she is not only the director and producer but the star attraction. 

But, like most things, there's a twist and things start to go in a direction she had not planned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather Keyes
• Release date: Dec 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781524273088

Heather Keyes

By day, I work as a receptionist in a dental office. By night, I'm an erotic author. On the weekends I'm a photographer taking naughty pics of my friends. I write erotica because I've had my heart broken so many times it's pathetic. It's an escape, and a way to make a little extra money. More than the money, I've made some really good friends over the past two years. They've told me what they like and don't like about my stories. I appreciate each and every one of them.

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About The Author

By day, I work as a receptionist in a dental office. By night, I'm an erotic author. On the weekends I'm a photographer taking naughty pics of my friends. I write erotica because I've had my heart broken so many times it's pathetic. It's an escape, and a way to make a little extra money.

More than the money, I've made some really good friends over the past two years. They've told me what they like and don't like about my stories. I appreciate each and every one of them

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Craving

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I've always had a fantasy about being with more than one guy at the same time.  I want to act on it while I'm still young enough to do what—to Hell with people judging me.  I don't want to wind up old in a rocking chair and have regrets about things I wish I had done but didn’t.

Besides if it doesn't work out no one has to know—at least that was my thought process.

I sat behind my desk making a list of what I needed for the night.  I had already called the motel because I wanted to make sure I could get a room at the Motel 6.  I was nervous; I still hadn’t put the ad up on Craigslist.  Would anybody respond?  I hoped so.

I've never done this before I don't even know what to write.  What if I write something really stupid nobody responds? Or, what if I write something really perverted and I wind up with all kinds of predators showing up at my door?

Oh, fuck, watch me forget something—it would be just my luck, I said aloud. When I get stressed I always forget stuff; it's like my mind goes completely out the window and I lose track.

I had never done this kind of thing before.  I was a little scared wondering what would happen or if anything would go wrong.  Was it safe? No, not really, but then again is anything really safe—I answered my own question.  There are just too many fucking things that can go wrong, but that's what makes it risqué and fun.  And I definitely need some fun in my life.

I had everything ready and I had a plan; I wanted to leave work a little early, go home and put on comfortable clothes, gather my things and head to the motel and wait for the guys to arrive.

I walked around the corner to another office, I’m leaving a little early, Susan, I told my coworker who was deep in paperwork.  I started to walk away immediately; I didn't want to give her time to say anything that would give me a reason to have to stay any longer.

If anybody calls for me, just take a message and I’ll take care of it later, I said. I didn't bother to stay around long enough to get a response; mentally, I had my fingers crossed that no one would come up at the last minute and have one of their emergencies that really weren’t an emergency but more a lack of planning on their part.

At 3PM, I left the office, it was a little early but nobody had anything to say.  I went home and packed a few things for tonight’s event: gloves, a plug and some stuff I had gotten from Home Depot. This was going to be a good night and I would have it just the way I wanted. Or, at least the way I imagined it.

I decided to drop by the house for a few minutes just to check one more time that I had everything squared away.

While I was home, I checked my email messages from the fake account I had created on Craigslist.  I had put the ad up around 2PM about an hour before I left work in the women seeking men; men seeking men sections of the site:

I'm a mid-30s hot woman.  I've never done anything like this before.  But I have a fantasy of being with several men at the same time.  If you're interested and if you're well-endowed—send me an e-mail and I'll give you the motel I'll be at tonight.  This is a onetime thing no names involved and afterwards we go our separate ways. Oh, one last thing: you have to be bisexual.  In order to please me you first have to please another man.  Call it a test to see what you’re made of and how bad you want to taste my pussy.  I promise you, it will be worth it if you decide to cum. 

This is the most excited I had been in a long time.  I was 36 years old,