I knew I’d need to get this website off the ground sooner or later, and it seems that the time has come sooner than I expected. But this is a wonderful problem to have, I promise. Myself, along with a very hot group of authors from the website Literotica have gathered as a writing group to put out a series of anthologies! The first of these, masterminded by my amazing friend Tara Crescent, will be coming out this month!
I’m not sure if I’m allowed to release the name of it yet, but I can tell you that it is brimming with some delicious menage erotica stories. All of them are complete, and most average around 20k words a piece, so this is going to be a long anthology! I have had the privilege to read a couple of them and I must say you may need a cool drink, a fan… and some private time, after you’re done reading! Each of them is uniquely different, but delightfully in the same thread as the rest with all kinds of group sex fun.
My story for the anthology is called ‘The Invitation’, and it has a cover in the works, so expect a cover reveal soon! ‘The Invitation’ is about a girl named Cara who has spent her entire life as the good girl – the straight-A, straight laced, good girl. At least until her impossibly beautiful roommate Meredith comes into her room with an invitation to a private party where Cara can make $1500 just for attending and her roommate tells her she can do more if she wants. Will Cara take the opportunities the invitation offers, especially when a tall, dark, handsome, but incredibly mysterious man wants to push her boundaries? To find out, you’ll have to read! Here’s a sneak peak to whet your appetite!
White.
Everything was white.
White, shimmering tiles extending down the hallway and echoing back the click of her heels. Smooth white walls, unblemished white ceiling. Recessed lighting made it almost glow above her head as she walked steadily towards the elevator at the end of the hall, barely visible by the lines separating the doors.
Cara wanted to turn and look at the door behind her, but she knew it had already shut and that the broad shouldered private security gentleman that had walked her through the front entrance was on the other side of it.
A shaky breath blew out as she reached the elevator, tremors thrumming through her muscles as she scanned the blank walls for a button.
There wasn’t one.
Her fingers traced the edge of the cardstock in her hand and she looked down at it again. In perfectly pressed letters there were three lines:
2350 Brockton Rd. Chicago.
October 3. 10:00PM.
Aphrodisia, Limited.
Her breath caught, and a thousand butterflies took flight in her stomach, their hurried wings beating at her insides and sending her pulse into heart attack territory when a ding sounded and the elevator doors slid open to reveal a perfect white box.
Cara looked down at herself, at the tight, short, black dress, the shiny, black Louboutins. The promise of hands on her, hands on her like earlier in the week, made heat pool between her thighs and her fists clenched at her sides. And he had promised to be there.
“I want to do this. I want this.” Her voice wasn’t as confident as she would have preferred, but she lifted her head, shook out her hair and stepped into the elevator anyway.
The doors shut, and with a smooth hum the elevator started to descend.
Whether she was descending into hell, and a huge mistake, or into some dark fantasy that would fulfill her in ways she’d never planned – well, only one way to find out.