back down onto the bed, trying his hardest to relax. As he did, the sensation of being penetrated by a cock for the first time became less and less painful, and then began to feel incredibly pleasurable. Justin noticed Phillip's sighs of pleasure, and he plunged his cock into him harder as he watched Courtney's hand skillfully working Phillip over. Both Phillip and Justin began to moan loudly, almost in unison, as the pleasure built, and when Justin came with one final violent thrust inside Phillip's ass, Phillip exploded into Courtney's hand and onto Justin's stomach.
Justin headed for the bathroom to clean up, and Courtney followed him. She returned with another wet towel and wiped Phillip's cock clean. She tossed the towel aside and untied him, happy to allow him to put his arms around her and hold her for the first time that night. Phillip did just that, holding her tightly and whimpering softly against her chest. She rubbed his back, then she ran her fingers softly through his hair. "Thank you," she whispered as he clung to her. "I knew you'd happily let anyone I brought here beat you. I wanted to see you REALLY submit to me. And you did. You made this the best birthday ever." She kissed him softly on the cheek and lips as he drifted off to sleep.
About the Author
Audra Morgan is a wife, mother, entrepreneur, writer, and possibly above all else, a submissive. Her own personal experiences and perspectives are woven throughout everything she writes. She is currently working on a short, humorous memoir about her experiences with her husband in the swinging community. She is also in the midst of writing several short stories on the topics of both swinging and BDSM. Turn the page for a look at the beginning of Audra’s new novella, Diary of a Submissive: Kit’s Awakening , available only on Amazon.
Diary of a Submissive: Kit’s Awakening
I sat at my desk, trying desperately to shake off thoughts of the night before. A bit of role-playing and rough sex had suddenly transformed into something more, something neither James nor I had expected, and I wasn’t sure quite what to make of it. I had a report to complete by four o’clock, and it wasn’t going to be ready if I didn’t stop fantasizing about how his fingers felt when they slid around my throat and squeezed just hard enough that I felt a little scared, or about the look in his eyes when I asked him to slap me harder. No, I had to get my head in the game, or my ass would be on the line…and not in the pleasurable way.
I closed my eyes tightly, attempting to will away the images of a candlelit room, set up perfectly for our anniversary, with various treats and toys carefully spread out on the bed. Massage oil, a satin blindfold, a glass dildo, and a riding crop were among the goodies that awaited me when we returned home from a romantic dinner at Muriel’s. My stomach was full and happy after a dinner of crawfish crepes and bread pudding, and the after dinner cocktails had me feeling warm, and a little sleepy. The scene before me when I opened the bedroom door woke me right up. We had an amazing sex life, but James wasn’t often this romantic. My interest was piqued.
Realizing that closing my eyes just made it worse, I focused on my laptop and began to enter numbers into the spreadsheet. 45 minutes until the deadline, and it was not looking good. I noticed the faint bruise on my wrist as I typed, and again my mind wandered back to the night before. Our clothes were on the floor within moments of getting home, and we fucked like mad without even giving the massage oil and toys a thought. An hour, and several orgasms, later, I reached over to the massage oil and picked it up, then lay back down next to him. “So were we going to use this, or what?” He laughed, then looked somewhat