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Title: The Bride Unbridled
Author: Damon Starc
Genre: Erotica
Expected Release Date: 12.5.13
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Synopsis:
Little do they know it will
ignite an erotic inferno.
The enigmatic Groom is torn
between his erotic fantasies of wifewatching and his possessive tendencies
towards control and jealousy and his Bride knows it.
The Bride nervously fulfils her
dare and finds her exhibitionism surprisingly fulfilling. Her Groom hahoped it
would give her selfimage a boost and him a thrill but he gets more than he
bargained for.
The Bride rebelliously fuels the
inner battle in her new husband when they meet the charismatic alpha male
Lancelot and the desirable Paulo, drawing her into an exploration of her own
long suppressed erotic desires and sexual taboos.
Lancelot seems to understand her
hidden needs better than she does and enjoys the challenge of forcing her
astray, “a wedding ring is the ultimate sex toy and you already have one of
them.”
Review by Estella
Story:
Steam:
I was given this book for my honest opinion! Y'all let me tell you this book had me scratching my head like what the what? Yeah the author can write a mean sexual fantasy scene like whoa! Excellent! I gave this book a 3 because I wanted so much more from this story but what it lack in that area it made up for in SEX! So if you are into vanilla sex...this book is not for you; but if you are open-minded about sex then get clicking! You might need a cold shower or someone(s) to try some new things with.
Author Bio:
Only temporarily deterred, puberty found me secretly and
enthusiastically studying the erotic novels my parents kept hidden in their
sock drawers.
By my estimate I have dedicated around 40,000 hours to
erotic fantasies, um, research, since those first tentative steps.
The Bride Unbridled is my first novella, born from the
seed Barbie helped plant all those years ago and which I have diligently
nourished daily ever since.
The Bride Unbridled is the beginning of a series of
Transformational Erotica.
Enjoy,
Damon
I can be contacted by email at damon.starc@gmail.com and
welcome constructive feedback and suggestions.
Contact Damon:
Website:
http://www.damonstarc.com/
Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/damon.starc.1
Excerpt:
And when we finally hit our hotel room,
exhausted, we had not slept at all on the plane and we are both acutely aware
of the terms of the dare so we abstain, enjoying the burn. It sharpened our
edge.
We had purchased a white one piece
swimsuit tagged “Warning, fabric becomes see through when wet.” Unknown to
Marcella I had painstakingly cut away the lining in the crotch designed to
protect her modesty. I do my best to distract her by kissing and fondling her
as she pulls on the swimsuit hoping she won’t notice the absence of the lining.
If she did notice, she didn’t protest.
Marcella is nervous and aroused as she
walks along the beach with me trailing anonymously some distance behind.
I admire her audacity as she spreads her
towel amidst a “Target Rich Environment” of fit looking men.
I settle down about twenty meters away,
as agreed, to hide our connection.
I watch as she timidly approaches the
waves, even dry, the fabric was fairly transparent and men are straining their
eyes to soak in the delights of her body. Marcella emerges from the water a
short while later. She drops back into the water as soon as she sees just how
see through her swimsuit has become.
Taking a deep breath, she holds her head
up high and her shoulders back as she walks up the beach, fighting back the
urge to run. Marcella is hyper-aware that every detail of her body is on
display, from her standing out pink nipples to the miniscule strip of short
dark hair running vertically upwards from the top of the crease in her mound;
an exclamation mark!
Her cheeks and neck blush on the redder
side of pink, embarrassed but demure.
She is stunning.
She averts her eyes, only occasionally
meeting the lustful looks of the admiring men with her fluorescent green eyes.
Laying on her back propped up on her
elbows she spreads her legs just enough for her show. Men, trying to look
casual, circle for a closer look.
Audacious men approach her at different
times, I am deaf to what is said but I can see the erections they are sporting.
So could Marcella, she wasn’t even pretending not to look. I knew she would be
wet.
A twinge of jealousy pulls on my heart
strings at the same time squeezing my balls as I watch some of these strangers
make some obviously lewd suggestions to my blushing Bride.
The plan was that Marcella would signal
me when she had had enough. The signal never came.
When a muscular Latino looking stud with
long dark hair drops his towel in front of her to reveal his complete nudity,
Marcella ogles his stallion-like cock and approves his request to join her.
This was not part of the plan. She must
have asked him to wait and she hurries in for a very quick dip just to freshen
the transparency to make sure he gets the full visual. Then on her return, with
him sitting, her standing, she makes a big pretence of drying her hair with a
towel, displaying her pussy at eye level just in front of his face.
Even from side on I can see his big knob
climbing over his thigh like the sun rising over the horizon. Jealousy wraps
its big fist around my stomach, and clenches when Marcie looks, and looks, and
looks again at his stiff cock and sits down on his towel close beside him.
Her head turns slowly my way to check if
I am watching, I see the glance coming and look away quickly, looking
disinterested not wanting to betray the battle I am waging within to contain my
jealousy.
Marcella casually drops her towel in his
lap and when she licks her palm and secretes her hand under the towel I know
she is saying a tactile “hello” to his cock.
My stomach is practicing judo breakfalls.
Picking itself up then slamming itself back down on the ground.
When he spreads the towel out across her
lap as well, I see her head tilt back and her hips tilt forward and know that
his fingers are probing her cunt.
Now my lungs down tools and refuse to do
their job.
Angrily I ring her phone. “Yes I’m fine
Dad” she says sarcastically, “no need to worry, gasp, I can handle it, gasp.
I’m just rubbing some sunscreen in now. Giggle.
Gasp. I’ll come soon. Bye Dad. Gasp.”
She turns my way and glares.
He pulls out his phone and they probably
exchange numbers. He takes Marcella’s phone puts it under the towel and hands
it back to her. Then she takes his and puts it under the towel between her legs
then gives it back.
Damn they are taking photos of their
genitalia to for each other.
My heart takes a running dive off the
springboard that my cock has become, bouncing high in the air, completing a
triple piked somersault with a twist on the way down. Splash!
I pounce to my feet and stomp along the
beach, a thunderstorm in my eyes as I pass the front of their feet. She
metaphorically kicking sand in my face by pushing her towel from their laps
exposing her fist wrapped around the shaft of his shiny cock and rapidly
sliding up and down it. Her other hand covers his, urging his fingers deeper
into her damp cunt. Mine was not the only radar that locked in on their
heat-seeking hands either.
I wait, pacing back and forward further
down the beach, still in sight, steaming. When she finally joins me, Marcella
is giving me contrite little “am I bad” looks with her big green puppy eyes. As
soon as she feels I have dropped my anger she holds a portion of the towel to
my nose. The undeniable smell of a man’s come, and jealousy turns the vice on
my balls.
“And did you?” I ask meekly.
“Come?” she asks, “not quite but I was
sooo close,” she adds without a hint of remorse.
I make a mental note to delete his number
from her phone before she could go back for more.
“Do you even know his name?” implying she
should be ashamed.
“Paulo”, she replies with a “so there”
kind of attitude.
‘Right Paulo your fucking number is gone
baby!’ I think to myself. My jealousy transmutes to anger and I can’t contain
it. “What the hell? You are cheating on me and we haven’t even been married a
day.”
“Whoa!” she says, as if trying to pull up
a bolting horse. “It’s what you wanted isn’t it?”
She is right I had fantasized about
seeing her with another man but I had never for a moment thought it might
happen. I had urged her to expose herself on the beach but I thought I would
have more control. I realise I have no control.
Marcella fires at me, “What do you
fucking want from me? What does this fucking marriage mean anyway?”
“There has to be rules”, I say.
“Fine! Rules. What fucking rules? Your
rules for me? Is that it? What if I want my rules for you?” she snaps.
“Um I think we should have THE rules.” I
am struggling, searching for calm logic.
“Yeah, well who decides THE rules? The
law? Fucking society? The church? I want NO fucking rules”, Marcella
counter-punches.
“What about we have OUR rules, we can
negotiate them?” I offer weakly.
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