Very Wicked Dirty Stories #227

By Max D

What leaves you aching for more? Does vengeance motivate your passionate pleasures?

***** "No surprise the Mistress of Wiesbaden is a Thelemite. Her pure will burns deep within her lovers' flesh."
***** "Elementals of Max's supernatural landscape take no prisoners while raging with the fury of their sexual hunger..."

Wicked fantasies and urgent desires collide as dark dreams become sexual reality. Forbidden ghastly pleasures, the ache and painful cost of prior flings, and glimpses of insanity fueled by lust inspire naughty nightmares. Very Wicked Dirty Stories delivers short stories full of uncensored supernatural and paranormal sexual tension to tempt jaded passions.

Sexuality transcends suffering as she binds her girlfriend with implements of torture. They walk a spiral of darkness while others only see the shadowy tip of her cruel dominance. "Object Confessions 77: Homo Hominis Lupus Est"

The flames that glitter within her eyes seduce the unwary and serenade his darkness. Beware the secrets of smoke, heat, and ash. "Sexy Identities 21: Fire And Brimstone"

Sara was the most talented lover that she ever had which made her betrayal hurt even more. Some tropical storms fade before reaching shore, but this one will become a hurricane. "Every Time It Rains (A Sara Story)"

Approximately 12650 words.

Bonus: Plus selections from the Cherish Desire Catalog with commentary.

This book is intended for mature audiences. Cherish Desire books contain erotica adventures featuring intense sexual situations including alternative lifestyles, perverse pleasures, and supernatural lust.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Max
• Release date: Nov 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005751180

Max D

Max is the go to guy for those crazy sex questions that only come up during a night of drinking - because he "just knows that stuff." When he's not receiving text messages with queries about British boys wearing unicorn suits and SMS messages with wine bottle adventure photos, Max wanders North America and Western Europe music festivals and clubs so he can dance his own way. His sexy companions try to keep him in line, and his work tries to keep him too busy to get into trouble - but Max is an unrestrainable phenomena orthogonal to the Zeitgeist.

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Cherish Desire:

Very Wicked Dirty Stories #227

Cherish Desire Introductions

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"Object Confessions 77: Homo Hominis Lupus Est"

"Sexy Identities 21: Fire And Brimstone"

"Every Time It Rains (A Sara Story)"

written by Max D

brought to you by Cherish Desire

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Cherish Desire Erotica

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Very Dirty Stories #227

Written by Max D

Smashwords ISBN: 9781005751180

(Revision FD - Smashwords Edition 1)

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First electronically published in 2020.

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Object Confessions 77: Homo Hominis Lupus Est themes: D/s, FF, BDSM, Bondage & Restraints, Tattoo, Punishment Play

Sexy Identities 21: Fire And Brimstone themes: MF, Vaginal & Oral Sex, Dildo Play, Stretching, Implied Pegging, Implied Strap-On Sex, Supernatural

Every Time It Rains (A Sara Story) themes: FF, Female Masturbation, Fingering & Fisting, Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Oral Sex, Supernatural & Paranormal

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Includes selections from the Cherish Desire Catalog with Commentary

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Cherish Desire Introductions

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The Ladies Of Cherish Desire

Each Cherish Desire title features ladies who expose themselves and embrace their fears and desires as well as the men and women that inspire them to sexual peaks while living out wild sexual fantasies. Enjoy the stories in this erotica title and seek out the sexy accomplishments of these desirable women.

Sara - From the start, Sara awoke as an altar for sexual appetites and sensual delights. She just didn't understand why. Her heritage was part of the answer, but her own joyful lust and fresh innocence was most of the equation. Daddy's baby girl grew up to discover his rich passions and delight in intimate acts that he only shared with Alexi & Andrea. Now Sara's blossoming and her family needs her to take her place alongside them in the coming storm. Will her lust and love balance out her sister's domination and sadism? Are her obsessions and unfettered lust indicative of darker secrets that only her father understands?

Object Confessions - Pleasure and perversion take on many forms. Sometimes the dirty confessions of special needs and desires shouldn't be associated with a specific name. The Ladies of Object Confessions open up and share their guilty pleasures - breaking all the rules and spelling out what really gets them off. When it comes to sex there may not be anything new under the sun, but there's still plenty of shocking dirty secrets. And when it comes to orgasms, women know a lot more than they are admitting in public!

Sexy Identities - The world says, Just be yourself, and then it rejects you for not conforming. It’s time to appreciate that sexy has never been limited to stereotypes, and time to accept that fantasies are not bound by conventional roles. Enjoy these affectionate and lusty expressions of self-identity that include all the passion, heat, and fulfillment that everyone desires without being forced to be normal.

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Object Confessions 77: Homo Hominis Lupus Est

written by Max D

Featuring the Ladies of Object Confessions

Object Confessions 77: Homo Hominis Lupus Est themes: D/s, FF, BDSM, Bondage & Restraints, Tattoo, Punishment Play

One of several sexy secrets exposed in Cherish Desire Singles: Object Confessions Collection 8.

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The circle of candles flared as I dusted it with incense. Reflections of orange yellow flames danced on the surface of three interlocking metal straps wrapped around my girlfriend's petite sternum. Pencil thick pig iron forms of the triangle and circle emphasized her pale breasts while long supporting forks bit into her upper thighs to hold them in place. A short collar, dull thorns pressing into her clavicles, included a picket line of wooden shafts which forced her chin up and extended her neck to its full height. Relaxed and deep within her meditation, she no longer felt the heavy iron caps encircling her nipples searing her flesh as the heat from the candles accumulated in the metal. She was seeking within the bliss of sensations for what was both missing and what remained after the superficial aspect of our lives had been carved away.

I joined her. The back of my knees resting on hers. The ring of fire enclosed within the diamond formed by our intersecting legs. We were reflections of each other; her visible entrapment and my visible freedom expressed the duality of our need and desire. The patterns of ink within my skin grew warm, and I journeyed inward to explore the frayed edges where light and darkness collided and seethed with unconscious intentions.

As women we are sought for our sexuality, presumed to acquiesce in submission, and judged based on our appearance. Escaping that, seizing and embracing our power, was only the first step in becoming what we were meant to be.

Her low moan and the subtle trembling of her lean legs stirs within me. The deep orgasm triggered by her self-hypnotic enlightenment sweetens the shared connection between us. My girlfriend mastered the sensual arts and magical practices first, an early student of the tantras, and her meditations always include sexual responses which we channel through implements of constriction and inflection. My meditative arousal comes from more deliberate acts of defiance, and the simple implements of bondage and sensation adorning her pale flesh were too insignificant to nurture my passions.

Listening to her stuttering breath as each orgasmic wave flowed through her, I slipped into the shadows of possibilities. By playing back, step by step, how my lovely girlfriend would walk the spiral within the darkness beside me, each stride bringing with it new ways her body would be shaped and distorted and marked by tools of my choosing, I found the well trodden path to kindle my faith. Visualizing how her posture, her bones, her limbs, and her sexuality would be transformed all helped to coax illumination from the depths of inky blackness. Experiencing the flames reflected in her eyes, her delicate skin blackened and split, I gently swayed in the still air of our meditation room while her pretty ruptured lips were ravaged by the kisses of soot stained iron and wooden spikes.

She understood. Without needing words or even an unseen gesture, perspiration gathered on her skin where my knees crossed over hers. The quickening of her heart in terror and panic could be felt pressing against me. Her sexual release brought her so close to the sun that she was now seared by its heat, and my beautiful girlfriend plummeted into the darkness where I cradled her in my arms. She silently flinched as each candle was extinguished on her bare breasts. Her brown eyes drowned within the grey hazel of mine as I removed each piece of decoration until only the heavy caps on her nipples remained. My girlfriend wet her fingers before seizing the burning hot iron, gasped, and a single tear ran down her cheek as she undid the subtle clasps that opened them.

Each spike within had pierced her tender flesh - delivering the heat to the center of her wounded nipples. We were nearing the point where there was only the dull sensation of awareness and no other response to the pain. The delicate skin came away with the iron caps and her swollen nips were raw and red. I bathed them in molten beeswax dripped from the snuffed candles as her palms rested on my bare thighs. She plunged into my sex without hesitation when I was done, her tongue cleaving my swollen labia as she sought to satisfy her parched throat with my wetness. Still lingering in a partial trance, I walked the spiral alongside her again. This time her nipples were visibly tormented until they had finally been removed. My orgasm clenched down on her, thighs boxing her ears, and she plunged even deeper into the dark curls of my pubic hair while giving herself to me.

Sometimes the winding path which we follow isn't enough though. Sometimes I