Acts Of Pleasure E-Book

Poppy Phoenix

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

“Truth is stranger than fiction,” an often quoted phrase that readily describes this account from self-confessed sex addict, Poppy Phoenix. Prepare to be amazed, shocked, amused, aroused and above all, entertained. Read Poppy's life story in this book and join her world of pleasure where she swings with her friends, seduces a young neighbour, fulfils her own dreams and others' fantasies with sex and romance. Poppy shares these events, some shocking and some amusing as she and her husband Steven, aka “The Pervert,” embrace the swinging lifestyle for their own pleasure.

Leseprobe

Acts of Pleasure

A Collection of Smutlets

by Poppy Phoenix

Copyright, Poppy Phoenix, 2014

Little Lance Publications

All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. This book is based on the true experiences of the author. Names, locations and some details have been changed to protect identities. The opinions expressed are the author’s own and are not representative of the opinions of the publisher or distributors.

Cover art, ©, Andrey Kiselev

©Garsya|Dreamstime.com

Warning: Adult content from the outset

This book contains strong language and sexually explicit content unsuitable for persons under the age of 18, and themes that some readers may find offensive.

Contents

Foreword

Smutlet 1: Luke

Smutlet 2: The Firefighter

Smutlet 3: A New Start

Smutlet 4: When They’re Cleaning Windows

Smutlet 5: The Bird Hide

Smutlet 6: Dominic

Smutlet 7: Party Line

Smutlet 8: First Time Threesome

Smutlet 9: The Maid Gets Laid

Smutlet 10: Let’s Play Twister

Smutlet 11: Let’s Play Slave Auction

Smutlet 12: Kissing Katie

Smutlet 13: Delectable Dreams

Smutlet 14: Let’s Play Poke Her: Truth or Dare?

Smutlet 15: Delicious

Smutlet 16: Divine: Carnal Connection

Smutlet 17: Fascinating Stranger

Smutlet 18: Room Service

Smutlet 19: Blazing Images

Smutlet 20: Connecting with Katie

Smutlet 21: Spankisms

Smutlet 22: Digital Double

Smutlet 23: Figging Fun

Afterword

In the belief that truth is often hornier, smuttier and sexier than fiction, we’re happy to share smutty, real life antics for your amusement and satisfaction. Little Lance Publications uses British English. Follow our blog at the Little Lance website.

Foreword

It’s green bin day in my part of the world. The garden waste is collected by the sexy men in their big crusher type lorry. I love watching my gardener, but he hasn’t been here this week, so I consoled myself with flirting outrageously with the men who turned up to take away our discarded greenery.

Last week, they caught me in my PJs. This time, when they arrived, I made sure that I was outside doing the garden, fannying around with a few little pots of pretty flowers and bending over to show off my curves. We all enjoyed ourselves, and I became moist when I caught the truck driver’s eye.

Very enjoyable indeed.

I’m always amazed by suggestions that confessional stories are made up. There’s no need for fantasy. With so much opportunity for the real thing, all a girl has to do is be in the right place at the right time, in the right frame of mind and stranger sex is easy...

Luke

Putting the wreckage of my first marriage behind me and throwing myself into my first year as a newly single woman was enormously satisfying. I had many sexual adventures with both men and women, mostly at my place, where I controlled events. Although I have visited men for sex, just for fun, I’m not in the call-girl category, but my behaviour wasn’t dissimilar in all respects except that I didn’t charge for my services. When visiting, I would usually drive myself, having my own transport kept things in my control. From time to time, I’d get a taxi, but being dependent on using a cab could be problematic if I wanted to make a hasty exit.

My little terraced house was perfect, cutely feminine, and easy to maintain. Situated in a quiet coastal town, commutable to London, ideally suited to my needs and at the time, all I could afford. Having a disastrous and expensive failed marriage to recover from, it was necessary to downsize and start again. The breakdown of the marriage was my fault, largely due to the fact that I simply couldn’t, and still can’t, resist men, usually younger, paying me attention, flattering me, clearly wanting to fuck me, and I would let them.

Trouble was my first husband didn’t see it that way. Not only did I have to leave my home, but when he divorced me, it cost me my investment in the house we had shared. My advice to anyone who loves sexual adventure, is, don’t get married unless it’s to somebody who enjoys the same diversions.

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I used to visit a man at his house near to where I lived, although he was local, we met on an Internet dating site, each of us surfing for a fuck buddy. I found him incredibly handsome. He was the image of Brad Pitt, but with prematurely grey hair, it suited him and funnily enough, didn’t age him either. Thankfully, his photograph was a true likeness because I have had one or two surprises, to say the least, when my blind date turned up, either because they had used pictures twenty years out of date, or photographs of someone else. Ifucked them all anyway.