Sex Ninja

By Lily Brom

Each time he pushes her limits, she discovers a new facet to her need for BDSM, which delivers a deep sexual satisfaction she never knew she was missing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lily Brom
• Release date: May 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311980366

Lily Brom

Lily is a writer, lifestyle submissive, petite masochist, proud seductress, mentor and advocate of a woman's right to self-determination.Lily is an adventurous person, an ardent outdoor enthusiast, and can often be found on the hiking trails of the Rocky Mountains with her dogs. She loves travel, culinary arts, gardening, sewing and spending time with her family. She has a degree in Liberal Arts and Business, a former career in public service and owns her own business. She is an advocate for volunteerism, social responsibility and the environment.

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Sex Ninja

By

Lily Brom

Smashword Edition

© 2014 by Obedient Books

First Printing: 2014

Third Edition

ISBN 978-0-9938650-1-5

Edited by Kate McRea

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Adult Reading Material

The material in this book is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

Table of Content

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

An honesty entered into my sexuality. My orgasms were no longer limited by my socialization. Men were now seen as allies to my sexual freedom instead of impediments or victims. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be happy with my sexuality and experience it proudly.

– Lily Brom

Chapter 1

You’re like a witch or something. You put a spell on me, and I can’t stay away from you. Wonderbread blurted out before he threw his hands up in frustration.

Wonderbread was my last vanilla boyfriend, he was the catalyst that forced me to embrace the kinky thoughts I’d harbored for years. He wasn’t the first man to blame me for seducing him and trampling his heart.

My relationships all shared this common thread of events that usually ended the same way. The beginnings were hot and heavy. The intensity would either overwhelm or burn them out and send them running for the hills, only to return later, with their tail between their legs or panting with obsession. Both of which, truthfully, were complete turn-offs. Once the trust was irrevocably shattered, my respect for them was tarnished. Even though I tried to not project the sins of the past onto the next one, it only took a few times before I accepted failure as the eventual outcome.

As Wonderbread assigned blame to me for how he felt, I pondered what I could do to end this pattern, was there a man who could circumvent the cycle of lust fueled love to fear to frustration so many had fallen victim to. There had to be a stronger type of man, one who would invite me to be myself and not hold me liable for their reaction to my sexuality.

This brought me to Jack: tall, dark and devilishly handsome Jack.

He shaved his head, had a goatee and beautiful body. His physical style became a fetish for me for a few years. I met him on a popular vanilla dating site. He held my interest almost immediately because he was different than the men who became infatuated with me. He was confident, yet, not cocky, emotionally intelligent and interesting, but mostly he was a deliciously cunning manipulator, who I felt might be dominant. I’m not suggesting all dominants are manipulators but the type I enjoy always seem to have one foot firmly planted in the world of a sociopath and the other in that of an enlightened humanist.

Jack wasn’t completely into me at first. He was no doubt a player, with many women on his charming line. Also, I don’t think I was his type. He wanted a kinky girl. He never directly indicated he was into BDSM, but something about his personality screamed I want to tie you up. After our first telephone conversation, one could say I was inspired. I wanted to dare Jack to fuck me! To twist him up tight in my sexuality, and see where it would take me.

It takes a certain level of confidence or insanity to want a man who isn’t immediately into you, but I knew Jack was definitely outside the scope of my previous experiences. My motivation wasn’t inspired by romantic love or even pure lust. It was a deep seated desire to experience a sexual satisfaction which was missing from my repertoire.

Now, I am a seductress. I have been for as long as I can remember and it always surprises me how I do what I do so well. I’ll admit my looks are unique and above average, but I don’t consider myself beautiful. I’ve asked a few men what they found alluring about me and it always comes back to my eyes, my lips, my hair or my playful, bordering on fearlessly demented, demeanor. Occasionally I get a chubby chaser who admits he loves my Buddha belly, rounded bum and hips, which I accept as a compliment. We all have our fetishes and if my chubby body makes a man hard, then hallelujah is the best word to describe my feeling about it. Jack though, was going to be a little harder to seduce since we hadn’t met in person and pictures are like blowing a kiss. The sentiment is there, but they lack the depth or nuance needed to get him to say I must taste this woman!

One night while we discussed sex on the phone, I rubbed my clit and let out a sigh-like moan to let him know I wasn’t talking theoretical orgasms anymore. Immediately his voice changed. It became intoxicatingly authoritative and he took control of the content of our now very sexual conversation. Normally, I was the leader in the sexuality of my relationships, my cerebral attention to detail made most men dazed and confused with arousal. It was unusual for me to have a man match me in fantasy sex talk. Even more importantly, he was a man who lived eight blocks away from my house, a man who was single and definitely kinky.

After a week of nightly conversations, we arranged our first date to be a casual lunch at a local café in our town. A date for which he was twenty minutes late. I was about to leave