Feeling Blue (Book 2 of "Tales of The Change")

By Alana Church

Olivia Lee, also known as the Seductress, has cured Edward Brewster of the curse of impotence. Now she has set her sights on bigger game. To prove she is a sexual healer, she and Edward seek out Blue Balls, a young woman who has been Changed to be irresistible to both men and women.

But Blue labors under a curse of her own. She is desired by all, but is incapable of allowing anyone, man or woman, into her bed. Can Edward and Olivia succeed? Or will the curse of the Change leave all of them Feeling Blue?

Excerpt

Chuck Evans watched the three people in the booth near the window. His eyes were wide as he drank in Olivia's voluptuous form and Chloe's pale-skinned beauty. He pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few surreptitious pictures. Wait until he got off work! No one in the dorm was going to believe he had seen three of the Changed together! And one of them was the Seductress! And Blue Balls and E.D., too! He eagerly waited for the conversation to break off, and for the three of them to throw down in an epic fight like the one the Exterminator and the Flying Fox had in St. Louis last month.

The one which had left the Arch lying at the bottom of the Mississippi River, and the governor of Missouri howling for damages.

Sadly, no battle seemed to be forthcoming. While the conversation grew heated at times, there was no hint of violence.

Probably just as well, he thought. I need the job. And if these three get rowdy one little coffee shop is going to be the least of their concerns.

He straightened up as the Seductress rose and slowly strutted over to the counter, the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs. He gulped, eyes wide, as her sheer physical impact drained the blood from his brain. His shaft tented his pants, and he tried to hide it behind the register.

“Hello.” he said, flushing as his voice broke like a kid going through puberty. “Can I help you? Do you need a refill?” He tried to keep his eyes off the proud hills of her breasts, their nipples poking at the thin cloth covering her chest.

“You surely can,” she said, her voice low and dark, thick with desire. “And I do need a refill. It has been...hours...since someone filled me up.” In his pants, his shaft surged, pounding with his heartbeat. He barely noticed Blue Balls stand and join the Seductress.

“Do you see my friend over there? The thin man with dark hair?”

Chuck nodded. “E.D.,” he said.

She smiled. “He prefers Edward these days. But I'm glad you know who he is. And who we are. Well, Chuck,” she said, reading his name tag. “Edward and I have a little bet. And Blue here is very interested in the result. Edward thinks I can't make you come with him in the building. You know how he is supposed to affect men. I think I can do it. Blue is going to be our witness.

“So is there someplace we can be alone? Just the three of us?”

Chuck's eyes darted between the three of them. The Seductress smiled and leaned forward, allowing him to see down her cleavage. Blue Balls rolled her eyes. In the corner booth, E.D. (no, Edward, damn it) raised his cup in a mocking salute.

“Cynthia,” he said, his voice shaking a little. “Could you watch the front counter for a few minutes? I'm taking my break.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Feb 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310683923

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Feeling Blue

The Second Tale of ‘The Change’

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2016 Alana Church

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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There are worse way to wake up, Olivia Lee thought smugly, than to have a good-looking man eating your pussy.

It was the next morning, and her lover Edward had his head firmly planted between her thighs. Until the previous evening, he had been known as E.D., shorthand for Erectile Dysfunction, and had been one of the most despised men in all of Des Moines. The Change had cursed him, and all around him, with impotence, and he had been nearly insane with frustrated desire. But now he was cured, and his skilled tongue stroked her throbbing clit as she writhed under his gentle touch. His long-fingered hands reached up, gathering her large breasts in his palms, kneading and stroking them until she thought her heart would burst with pleasure and affection.

Jesus Fucking Christ, Edward. How the hell did you never have a girlfriend when you are such a fantastic lover? she groaned, her voice still muddy with sleep. I've been to bed with lesbians who were worse at eating a woman out than you are. She spread her legs wider and slowly humped her mound into his face, wishing his tongue was about four inches longer.

Just imagine if he could reach my g-spot with that thing, she thought, and shuddered happily. I'd never leave the bedroom again.

You've never been on a date with me, Edward said, his voice only slightly muffled by her golden-skinned thighs. He tweaked her nipples with his fingers. I'm not exactly the smoothest guy around, you know. You must have noticed that last night.

Not really, she said. Her legs began to shake, evidence of yet another orgasm. She had lost track of how many times Edward had made her come in the last twelve hours. Oh, God, she panted, her body on an upward spiral of joyous sensation. "Oh God. Oh God oh God. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod OHGODFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKI'MCOMINGEDWARDCOMINGNOW!" she yelled, her hips bucking frantically. She shut her eyes as the pinwheel whirl of her climax crashed over her, sparkles flashing behind her shuttered lids.

As soon as it was over, she turned over onto her stomach. She spread her legs and cocked her ass in the air.

Come on, lover. Stick that beautiful cock of yours inside me.

She sighed as she felt his warm hands caressing the globes of her buttocks. Not...in the butt? he said hesitantly, his voice sounding ever-so-slightly squeamish.

She smiled over her shoulder, her eyes dancing. Not today. Maybe, if you're very good, someday soon. But my pussy's hungry this morning. Why don't you fill her up?

He crawled toward her, kneeling behind her on the bed. With one hand he stroked her back. The other lined his tool up with her waiting pussy-lips. He ran the head up and down the cleft of her womanhood, coating it with her moisture, then sank into her with a relieved groan.

You feel so good, he whispered in her ear, his weight a welcome burden. His hot, throbbing cock was a steel bar inside her, filled with life. Smiling slightly, she closed her legs around it, trapping him within her.

Edward gave a squawk of surprise as his shaft was caught in the vise of her vagina. Whoa, he said. That's...unexpected.

Mmmmm, she sighed. I always loved doing this. It makes me feel so full. She crossed her ankles, increasing the pressure. Now, fuck me, lover.

He slid his hands underneath her, cupping her breasts, then slowly withdrew from her fiery sheath, using his elbows and knees to generate the necessary leverage. She heard his breath