Thanks Gail for sharing your Egg-cerpt.
Blurb:
Daisy Cooper's fellow secretary likes to think of herself as a bad girl, but she'd be shocked to discover her unassuming co-worker's secret pastime. Every weekend Daisy sheds her mild demeanor and conservative image to revel in the hedonistic pleasures of the notorious Soixante-Neuf sex club. She knows exactly what she wants from the men there--and she isn't shy about getting it.
She also knows what she doesn't want--emotional entanglements. But when a new co-worker stumbles upon her secret, Daisy knows things will never be the same. Her only choice is how to deal with the changes.
Excerpt:
Daisy worked her way into a position to see the couple on the bed. To her utter lack of surprise, she recognized a woman named Lisa crouching over a dark-haired man Daisy didn't know, engaged in sixty-nine. She knew Lisa well. They'd often shared a bed, usually with several other people, but occasionally just the two of them.
Daisy wasn't yet so jaded that watching other people have sex had lost its fascination. She watched along with the rest of the crowd for a few minutes. Individuals and couples drifted away and were replaced by other spectators. Someone slid into position at her side, a tall blond man—six two at least—shirtless but wearing a pair of slacks and shoes. He sensed her attention and smiled at her before he turned his attention back to the show.
Lisa and her playmate continued pleasing one another, seeming oblivious to their audience. Lisa began breathing more loudly and erratically, her attention to her blow job flagging. Daisy wasn't surprised when Lisa raised her head, halting her blow job to shudder all over and make the delighted little noises Daisy had come to know so well. Then, her orgasm over, Lisa resumed her efforts.
The blond man next to her leaned in a little. "They sure seem to be having fun, don't they?"
"They do," she agreed. She waved a hand to indicate the crowd around them. "They seem to be the only ones, though."
He nodded slowly and moved closer. "I've noticed that. It seems to happen a lot. People pay good money to come to these clubs, and then they just sit around and watch. I don't get it."
"We're watching," she pointed out, though she hoped it wouldn't be for much longer.
He acknowledged her point with a minute shrug. "Yeah, but I just got here. What's your excuse?" He grinned. "I'm Paul, by the way."
She looked up into his eyes and said, very seriously, "Nobody's asked me yet. I'm Daisy.."
Paul leaned in again, close enough that Daisy could feel his breath on her ear. She shivered, desperately horny and eager to join Lisa on that huge bed. "Sometimes," Paul said, "I'm tempted to just announce, `Everyone who'd rather have sex than watch sex, raise your hand!' Maybe that would get people moving."
She laughed. She knew exactly what he meant. "It might at that."
"What about you?" He stood behind her now, not quite touching her but close enough that she could feel his breath on her ear when he spoke.
"What about me what?" she asked, deliberately drawing him out.
"Wouldn't you rather have sex than watch someone else have it?" Now he did touch her, placing his hands lightly on her hips.
She felt a rush of excitement. She glanced at him over her shoulder, biting her lip as she considered it. He was a good looking man, and his proposition was nicely done.
"Yes," she said. She turned to face him.. "I think I would."
Queen Bee
ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐496‐2
Book Length: Wicked vignette
Heat Level: Fiery
Find it at Cobblestone Press
My Website: Signals From My Subconscious
Thanks again,
Tina
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