Poker Face

By Cupido

Stories about a dominant woman or man, a couple or strangers exploring the boundaries of their sexuality with role play, BDSM, swinging or orgies shrouded in sexy mystery. This is a collection of erotic short stories from Cupido. The collection contains following short stories:t"Finally, he had the chance to live out his secret desires without the risk of being arrested - if he played his cards wisely!" - Poker Face by Lawrence Harlot. "I have a friend. She has a 19-year-old son. Sometimes he comes visiting without his mother." - Underwear by Huldra. -

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Dec 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9788726309621

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Poker Face

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Poker Face

Original title:

Pokerfjes, Truser

Copyright © 2019, Hverdag A/S/Cupido og SAGA Egmont, Copenhagen

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ISBN: 9788726309621

1. E-book edition, 2019

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Poker Face

by Lawrence Harlot

I was an experienced poker player, but right now, I was losing something awful. The host smiled amorously at me and refilled my glass of white wine to comfort me. She was a tall, slim blonde, and her voluptuous breasts strained against her cream silk blouse. The first three buttons were already undone. I looked forward to finding out if she was a natural blonde. She’d not had to remove anything more than a pair of high-heels and a necklace so far.

What I didn’t let on was that every time I threw down my cards and, to everyone’s amusement, took off one item of clothing after another, I was losing on purpose. I finally had the chance to live out my secret desires without the risk of being arrested – if I played my cards wisely.

There were five of us at the table.  I’d barely spoken with Kristoffer, my manly opponent who I’d met changing room of the gym I went to, but the last hour had revealed that we had good chemistry. Two bottles of champagne had already been consumed. The atmosphere was electric. We were gathered for the sake of pleasure, to serve one another,