Stuffed

By Cassie Donoghue

When her holiday trip home is canceled, Izzy doesn’t expect to get shared with her boyfriend’s best friend. Now, their Friendsgiving has turned into the hottest hookup of her life—with her as the mouthwatering centerpiece.

Stuffed is a bisexual FFM erotic “why choose” romance with plenty of spice to keep you warm this autumn!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassie Donoghue
• Release date: Nov 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215019030

Cassie Donoghue

Cassie Donoghue is a pen name of author Torrance Sené.

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Chapter 1: Izzy

Y ou’ve got to be kidding me? Izzy slumped against the airport wall, glaring at the news report running on the numerous tv monitors. Four feet of snow was expected for Vermont. All flights out east had been grounded. Great. Just perfect.

The meteorologist’s annoying face staring back at her, like some sleazy game show host, on the screens was like salt in the wound.

Owen let out a sigh beside her before placing his hand on her shoulder. Ah, shit, babe. He kneaded her tense muscles. I’m sorry. He moved his hand up to gently rub her neck.

My parents were looking forward to finally meeting you. She turned to him, taking in his dark, mussy hair and short-shaven beard. It was difficult to stay too upset when he was around, though. Now, I’ll never hear the end of it.

He smirked, cocking his head to the side. Be honest, darling. You were looking forward to me fingering you on the plane as you tried your best to stay quiet.

Heat rose to her cheeks, half from what he said and the other half due to the gravel in his deep voice. Maybe. Maybe not. She cleared her throat and smiled. All thoughts of her parents and the canceled trip were suddenly nowhere to be found now.

In the last year, she’d grown more and more interested in exhibitionism and public play. And she’d never found a partner like the one she had in Owen. That night she walked into Prelude, three years ago, she’d never imagined anything more than broadening her semi-sheltered east coast sensibilities. But she ended up catching his eye. It took only a few weeks before they began playing officially. A year further to turn from Dom/sub into a fully fledged romantic couple.

Try to think of it this way. The smugness still clung to his gorgeously pink mouth. Lips she now tried desperately not to envision wrapped around her clit. We’ve been spared the hassle of holiday travel. Now, we can do our own thing. Start our own traditions. Together.

That made her feel a little funny inside. He wanted to have traditions with her.

She smiled. At least until Christmas, we’re free, I suppose. If it snows then, I’m rioting.

Well, yeah. But that’s a month away. He grabbed the handle of her carry-on. Come on. Let’s find a way to celebrate our newfound freedom.

She walked with him, her arm tucked in his. I can think of a lot of ways to do that.

Her latest project involved working their way through a kink and fetish alphabet she’d found online. Last month, they’d spent time devoted to DFP. Dressing for pleasure. It’d been a sensuous experience finding which fabrics and textures put her on edge all day. Satin was high on her list of faves.

I bet you can, you gorgeous little slut. He chuckled. Why don’t you tell them to me in the car?

Do I still get finger-banged?

Absolutely, baby. Those poor, lonely truck drivers need some sort of distraction from having to work over the holiday. They miss their wives and husbands, I’m sure.

That brightened her up. Until she noticed the families hugging nearby. Ugh, she groaned as they passed the baggage claim. Is it so silly that I wanted the whole ‘bring the boyfriend home, cozy family Thanksgiving’ thing?

Hey, hey. It’s okay. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as they continued their trek out of the airport. How about we have a little something of our own this weekend? Friendsgiving? Hmm? That’s what they call it, right? Could be fun. And maybe we head to the club tonight? Play around a little to cheer you up?

I mean, I guess so, her pouting still clung to her voice. It’s not the same, but it’s better than nothing.

Nat’s coming back home this week. It’d be a good opportunity for you two to finally get more in-person time after all this texting you do. He winked.

Izzy’s stomach fluttered.

Natalia.

Owen’s best friend and roommate. The woman she’d been crushing on for the last year. It had started out innocent enough: they’d first spoken one night when Owen was gaming with her and decided to get to know one another since they share the most important man in their lives. But it didn’t take long for them to fall into a comfortable and easy friendship of their own.

Once that was developed, feelings came next for Izzy. That’d always been how it worked for her. Emotions, connection, then lust. It’d been the same with Owen. Sure, they’d played, but she wasn’t actually attracted to him until she’d gotten to know him.

Then, she fell.

Hard.

That’s the one thing you never hear discussed about demisexuality. When someone finally awakened that part of you, you became so wholly devoted and almost obsessed. Constantly, ravenously, hungry for them.

But like, in a healthy way.