High Card

By Jason Pinaster

Sometimes you don’t know what the game is until you sit down to play. I thought the game was poker, and that my straight flush would guarantee the down payment on the house my boyfriend and I were planning to buy.

But when Kerry Packer’s even better hand scooped the pot, the game turned into something else. Strip poker for sure. But was the game Packer himself? Or was it his ultra-elegant girlfriend? His bisexual, and perhaps even lesbian girlfriend...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Aug 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005683290

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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High Card © 2020 Jason Pinaster

Stories by Jason Pinaster featuring games or Action/Adventure:

I, Sexbot

Panty Play

Carter’s Climax Box Set: All 25 stories

Python Patty

Pay Back

Vegas Dare

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2020; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories, most notably the Christopher Carter Series and the Lusty Lee Logs. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile.

High Card

It had all been over in a flash.

Alice Duffield all in, had intoned the dealer, the tone of his voice professionally flat. And why shouldn’t I have gone all in? Poker was about seizing opportunities. Five, six, seven, eight, and nine, all spades, was what you’d call an opportunity. So I’d bet everything, every last penny of what was to have been the down payment for our first house. I had been betting lightly all night, sometimes up, sometimes down, but this was my first really good hand. A straight flush. I couldn’t lose.

We had bought the vacant lot last spring, and, by now, had paid off about half the mortgage. Flynn didn’t believe in marriage, but building a house together was an even better commitment. The night we’d finalized the building plans, he had taken me to the lot and we’d paced off to the spot we’d chosen for the master bedroom.

We had sat where our bed would be, sipped wine and watched the sun go down. Every time we saw a new star come out, we kissed. Each time the lights went out in one of the neighbor’s houses, our kisses got more passionate. When the last light blinked out, Flynn slid a hand under my T-shirt and squeezed my breast.

The other one too, I whispered.

As soon as his hands were both occupied, I undid all the buttons on his shirt, his belt, and the button on the top of his jeans. I had to wiggle the zipper because there was something pressing against it. Even in the moonlight, I could see how white his briefs were.

Someone might see us, he said.

We’re in our bedroom, no one can see us.

Keep your shirt on, just in case.

I ran my hands up his belly and caressed his chest. At least I had gotten his shirt unbuttoned before he had changed the rules. When I brought my hands back down, I lifted his briefs up and over his erection. Flynn’s penis quivered when I touched it with my finger tip.

Don’t take your pants off, he said, even before my hands touched my waist.

Just a little, I said. Thankfully, even though they looked like blue jeans, they were really leggings and the waist came with a string belt to cinch them up instead of a stretch waistband. I undid the string, slipped the tights down, and finally managed to get his penis pointed in the direction of my pussy.

Alice! Someone’ll see us!

Then you’d better hide him inside of me. I pushed him in before he could think through the advantages and disadvantages. Flynn groaned and we started pumping. Once again, lust had trumped fear!

Put me on the bottom, I told him. I liked being in control, directing his shaft just where I wanted it to go, making sure that it caressed different spots with every thrust. But I knew that Flynn liked to be on top where he could dominate, where he could use his strength to lengthen his thrusts and grind our pubic bones together. The ground was hard, but I liked the way the grass tickled my bum.

Flynn shot his first spurt inside just as I was