Press Play: An Erotic Collection

By Cyn Hazel

You’re on my mind, and it seems like all the time. I’ve been thinking about you, jonesing for you—for your kiss, for your touch. The feel of you, taste and smell of you … wondering if you want what I want. I know you sense the heat from this fire, but I want something more than just quenching my desire. And for that reason, I’ll continue to let this blaze burn silently. But when you’re ready for something beyond sexual unity, you know how to reach me.

Indulge your fantasies with twelve short erotic encounters among strangers, spouses, or friends …

In “The Gym Experience,” a powerful single woman discovers that the subject of her fantasies has made her the object of his desires.

“Let’s Explore Together” tells the tale of a girls’ night in and brings all new meaning to the old saying, “The butler did it.”

When Brian receives a very steamy note from “My Boss’s Daughter,” he soon realizes that a phone call can be even hotter.

It’s Gary’s first visit to “The Fantasy Club,” and he has no idea what to expect. When voyeurism turns to participation, he may never be the same again.

Sara dedicates her time entirely to her studies, but when her roommate Alice invites her for a “Girls’ Night Out” at an exclusive adults-only club, Sara lets her hair down like never before.

Curious? Let the worlds of each story lick the flames of your desire. Go ahead—Press Play.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781475993783

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ISBN: 978-1-4759-9377-6 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2013910172

iUniverse rev. date: 05/31/2013

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Scene Selection

I.   Discipline

II.   The Gym Experience

III.   Let’s Explore Together

IV.   Night Nurse

V.   Costumes Are Fun

VI.   My Boss’s Daughter

VII.   The Fantasy Club

VIII.   Girls’ Night Out

IX.   The Secret Love Affair

X.   Class Assignment: Erotica 101

XI.   A Legal Tryst

XII.   A Letter to My Lover

Special thanks to all my friends who have reviewed each story and given their comments. Interestingly enough, some of you commented not only in writing but with video and photo as well. Your comments were both exciting and disturbing but still a great response.

You’re on my mind, and it seems like all the time. I’ve been thinking about you, jonesing for you—for your kiss, for your touch. The feel of you, taste and smell of you … wondering if you want what I want. I know you sense the heat from this fire, but I want something more than just quenching my desire. And for that reason, I’ll continue to let this blaze burn silently. But when you’re ready for something beyond sexual unity, you know how to reach me.—Cyn

Scene One:

Discipline

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S he walked around all day long like Miss Prim and Proper. Not a hair out of place, straight-faced and strict; a no-nonsense type of high school principal. There was very little that would shock her but a whole lot that would shock others who didn’t really know her. As she sat at her desk, reviewing the projected budget for the upcoming school year, she took out the bullet she normally left in a secret compartment in her desk, just to take the edge off. Hers was a silver bullet with a wireless remote control. She slipped it under her skirt and into her panties, starting it on a low vibrating level just to start things up. Just then, there was a knock on her door.

Turning the level up a bit and placing the control in the desk drawer, she adjusted her skirt and sat up straight. Come in.

Good afternoon, Principal Hanley. We have a problem with a student, said her secretary as one of her math teachers ushered in Kevin James, one of the school’s misguided youths, as the politically correct term went.

What seems to be the problem? she asked as the young man took a seat.

The math teacher handed her a notebook and explained that the young man was writing stories instead of paying attention in class. She opened the book to see that the stories had accompanying pictures, and the pictures resembled some of the staff members. She continued turning pages and saw one illustration of her bent over her desk while he, Kevin, slammed into her from the back. Her clitoris jolted in response. Good Lord, what a time to be wearing this damn bullet, she thought.

The math teacher cleared her throat, and Principal Hanley looked up, feeling a little embarrassed. But she was still in control—except her pussy was so wet, she didn’t want to get up, for fear there would be a wet spot on the back of her khaki skirt. I can’t have him in my class anymore! the math teacher said with a bit of a scream as she walked out of the office. The secretary walked out following the teacher and closed the door.

Would you like me to lock it? Kevin asked.

Why would you do something like this? she asked while flipping the page, only to find another drawing with her looking up to at someone with their cock in her mouth. She looked like she was chocking on it, her eyes filled with water. Her shirt was open with nipples at the top of her bra and her hair falling down her shoulders. The hand in her hair had a tattoo that said life.

Looking at the student, he flexed his wrists showing the same tattoo on his left hand and again another jolt to her clit.

You think no one knows about the freak you keep locked up, don’t you, Principal Hanley? he said while walking over to the door.

Young man, you will not get out of line with me, she said as sternly as she could, knowing that her nipples were so hard, they were hurting.

I need you to discipline me. I need you to help me be a good student. Will you show me? he said, walking back to her desk. I know what you have in your secret drawer. He leaned closer to her and placed his hands on her desk. He had strong, callused hands for a teenager. She began to wonder how those hands would feel against her skin.

God, this is so wrong. I could lose my job for this, even though he’s eighteen, she thought silently.

He walked around to the other side of the desk and stopped behind her, leaning in and whispering in her ear. You know, I could just leave you with the book if you let me taste you.

Staying as still as possible, she felt goose bumps rise all over her skin. No one would know. I’ve been wondering what you’d be like when you’re not in control. Let me taste you, he said, all the while blowing his breath against her neck. She was caught in the web he spun. He reached over and turned some pages in the book to a picture of someone reaching under her skirt, with her sitting in her office chair, her head leaning back, a tailored shirt undone. There was a small bite mark just on the inside of her bra. While she was looking at the picture, he reached down and undid one of her buttons. It will be as good as it looks in the picture, he whispered, reaching for the other button. I promise.

She looked at him, and he smiled. She should stop him, she knew, but she really didn’t want to. She looked at back at the picture. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and legs on the arms of her chair, and her pussy responded instantly, pouring out more juices.

Turning the chair around and bracing it against the desk, he leaned into her and took the book away. Let me show you, he whispered against her skin just before dipping in and sucking on her nipple through her thin laced bra. He slowly slid a hand up her thigh. This really shouldn’t be happening. He reached into her wet panties and removed her vibrating friend while moving over to her other breast and undoing a third button. The last two buttons were undone so quickly, she hadn’t noticed. She looked down at his hands as he knelt in front of her. Never would she have thought she would have her pussy eaten in her office, much less by a student. He leaned in and licked her inner thigh. Her head fell back, and he pushed her skirt up around her waist.

He reached behind her and unbuttoned her skirt. You can stop me, Principal Hanley, he whispered against her lips. I can stop now, and you can still keep the book. There was some strain in his voice. They stayed there for a while, looking into each other’s eyes.

She should tell him to stop. She should suspend him for his behavior. The only problem was that her pussy was screaming for him to touch it, taste it, please it. He licked her lips, and her whole body shivered. When she did not respond, he slid one callused finger into her hot pussy and took advantage of her mouth when she parted her lips. He kissed her until she started to squirm on his finger and whimper for more. You can’t make those noises. It’s too sexy to know we are in here doing this and I could fuck you like I’ve been wanting to. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you? The last he said with a hard thrust of his finger. I’ve been wanting to see you wild for the past three years, when I first came here as a sophomore. He thrust his finger again, and this time she moaned. God, you’re so wet. So beautiful, just like in my pictures. Lose control for me.

How the hell does this teenager know what to say to make my pussy pulse the way it’s pulsing? He did it again. You’re still thinking. I want you to stop thinking. I want you wild. What is he doing to me? He began kissing lightly on her neck, with his thumb rubbing on her clit and his finger still inside. As he did that, her hips rocked back and forth even more. He applied more pressure to her clit with every stroke. She felt like she was on fire. She slid forward a bit so she could spread her legs open some more. He slid right up between her legs, never stopping finger-fucking her. Unable to control her body, her hands rose to his shoulders. "Just like that, baby. Let’s just get the first one out of the way. God, I want to put my cock in you. Your pussy is so