FMLYOM

By Hanzel Stone

FMLYOM by Hanzel Stone has explosive scenes and is a tale of straight sex and bisexual seduction.  Sydney lets her exhibitionism run wild both before and after her dinner date with Nathan.  Then, when Nathan admits that he's never had a threeway Sydney seizes the opportunity when they spy Dalia standing on the corner pretending to be waiting for a friend.  Little does she suspect what a friendship with Nathan and Sydney is going to lead to that night!

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Your 3rd floor suite has a superior view of the urban landscape beyond and walking into the bedroom I notice a small sofa next to the window.  Immediately I draw open the drapes and inform you that at some point this evening I want you to do me there while I look out over the street.  Putting your hands around my waist you turn me to face you, saying there is nothing that you would rather do to me, and we begin to kiss.  I love a man who knows how to kiss and you do not disappoint.  We explore each other with our tongues, enjoying this intimacy, then I excuse myself for your bathroom, suggesting that you make yourself comfortable while I do the same.
 When I step back into the room I am clad only in the gift of lingerie that you sent me before your arrival, a gorgeous French lace bra with graphic black florals upon a sheer deep red open net tulle with matching low-slung hipster panties.  You are standing in front of the small sofa in the bedroom, wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else, sipping a whiskey neat while idly watching the people on the sidewalk below.  The dark hair of your chest contrasts oh-so-sexily with the light tan of your skin and I admire how the flickering candle light in the bedroom plays with the muscled tone of your body, thinking how thoughtful it was of you to go through the extra effort of lighting candles for us.  You turn in my direction as you hear me draw close to you and I see the beginnings of your arousal beneath your briefs, I see how happy you are to see me standing in front of you looking like this.
Now we are wrapped in each others arms again, kissing, your hands stroking the smoothness of my skin.  This afternoon I luxuriated in my favorite spa treatment, bathing myself in sea salts so that my entire body would be incredibly soft for you.  You release your lips from mine and step back to admire your gift, then you slowly unwrap me, tossing my lace bra onto the side chair in the bedroom.  As you kneel to slide my briefs over my hips and to my ankles I place a hand on your bare shoulder for balance, lift one manicured foot and then the other.  The lace briefs join my bra lying on the chair and now, completely bare, I am clean and natural for you.  Still on your knees in front of me you straighten yourself so that you can run your tongue along my body, gently kissing me as you inhale my scent.  
You stand and explore my body with your eyes, your gift for this evening.  Barefoot, the tip of my head comes up to your chin.  My light red hair falls just to the top of my shoulders.  My breasts are petite and I become hard from your stare.  My bottom is ample and apple shaped, and is just simply made for sex.  I reach down to caress you underneath your briefs and in response you begin to grow.  You bend your head down, run the tip of your tongue along my ear, then inside so that I can both hear and feel your warm, humid breath.  Your hand is over my throat, then down my chest, you are using your thumb to play with me, then caress the cheeks of my behind.  We kiss again, tongue on tongue, then you take my hand and lead me to your bed, placing me right at the edge on top of the duvet-covered mattress.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hanzel Stone
• Release date: Mar 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524282257

Hanzel Stone

Hanzel Stone is a 30-something bisexual erotica author currently residing in South America with her boy friend and their very friendly black Labrador Retriever.  She is an avid traveler and seeker of new adventures, and has been through most of North and South America, Europe, Southeast Asia and Australia. Her writing draws in part on her personal life experiences, combined with an equal mixture of fiction and fantasy, and spiced with just the right amount of salacious nastiness! Readers will find an up-to-date list of her books at http://HanzelStone.com

Book preview

FMLYOM

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I wait patiently in my hotel suite, listening for the discreet knock on the door that will let me know you have arrived.

You emailed me a few weeks ago to let me know that you would be in town for a couple of days, asking me if I would be interested in getting together with you.  You told me that your friend had referred you to me and I smiled when I read the rest of your message.  How you went into such exquisite detail, telling me your friend’s name was Jason, when and where he had seen me, and so many other things to make sure that I would be comfortable meeting with you.

The truth is that I have a lot of ‘friends’, mostly men but also a few women.  Despite all of the information you shared with me I still have no idea of who Jason is, but that does not bother me.  I enjoy meeting new people.

I cross the room to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window of my suite, admiring the view of the city and the bay beyond from the 29th floor.  Because I spend so much of my time indoors I like to treat myself to the most luxurious accommodations I can afford when I entertain.  The room has bold contrasting colors, red being the predominate one, carved heavy wooden furniture and gilded picture frames showcasing various artwork of the 17th century.  Somebody who seemed to know what he was talking about described the decor at ‘baroque’.  All I know is that I like it, that it makes me feel serene, relaxed and wealthy.

The discreet tap-tap-tap on the polished walnut door announces your arrival.  I walk quickly across the room then stop briefly at the door, listening and waiting, not wanting you to think that I have rushed while at the same time not wanting to keep you standing outside in the hall for too long.  After the first few seconds have passed I stand behind the door and pull it open from the inside, so that you can not see me, only the beautiful baroqueness of the suite and the splendor of the view through the window at the far end of the room.  Once you step inside I close the door behind you.  As the door shuts you turn to see the sweep of my open hand, welcoming you into my personal space.

Nathan? I ask, now offering you my hand to shake, I’m Sydney.  It’s so very nice to meet you.

You hold the hand I extend then bend down to kiss me first on one cheek and then the other.  Still holding my hand you step back and tilt your head to one side, squint your eyes ever so slightly and slowly slide your glance along the length of my body, from the top of my head down to the maroon painted toenails that show through the tips of my black leather pumps, then back to my face.  I am a mixture of Irish, German and Polish ancestry and my natural red hair and green eyes tell you as much. 

The pleasure is all mine Sydney, you reply, releasing my hand and taking a step away from the door, into the room.  Now I know why Jason couldn’t stop talking about you.  Then after running your eyes over my body a second time, Will you spin around for me Sydney?

I smile graciously and do as you ask, turning slowly like a ballerina on a pirouette, allowing you to admire me as