Naughty Nights Press is excited to
have on our blog today, a very special, sexy couple who write the most
delicious and tantalizing short stories.
Kameron
Brook and Dirk Tyler
Kam and Dirk have just released a co-written short story called “Dreams Do Really Come True” a hot F/F tale that will have panties breaking droughts and boxers erecting their own big top!
Kam and Dirk have just released a co-written short story called “Dreams Do Really Come True” a hot F/F tale that will have panties breaking droughts and boxers erecting their own big top!
Dreams Do Really Come True by Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler
Blurb
Angi didn't plan on sleeping with her co-worker. She was still
getting over a failed relationship. However after a night of movies, and too
much wine, Angi passed out and then the most vivid dreams occurred. When
she woke, she didn't fight the spark brewing all night. Angi took
the initiative and made her dreams come to life.
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Read on to find out more about this
outstanding couple…
About the sexy couple:
Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.Contact info:
Blurb:
After a long day at a business conference, Nate meets Jay
over drinks. Then Brooke, Nate’s wife, gives him a devilish idea.
What happens next is beyond anything Nate could have
imagined. Brooke’s sexy, playful mind sets the stage for an encounter Nate and
Jay will never forget.
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Excerpt:
After a
long day at the Advanced Technology Conference, Nate headed back to his hotel.
Making his way through the lobby, he decided he needed a good stiff drink, so
he took a detour into the bar where he found an empty seat at the end. So far
there were only a few people in the bar, so it was still quiet. The bartender
walked up and leaned forward, giving him a good view of her ample breasts.
"Whatcha need, hun?"
"I'll
take a glass of your oldest cognac, please."
She looked
him over. "Hun, our oldest is a Courvoisier XO, and it goes for thirty
dollars a glass. Are you sure that's what you want?"
He smiled
and tossed her his company credit card. "Yeah, that'll work. You should
probably start a tab for tonight. I've had one hell of a day."
Watching
her walk away, he couldn't help but notice that she gave her ass a little extra
wiggle. The sudden jolt of his phone vibrating in his pocket snapped him out of
his stare. Flipping it open, he saw a new message from his wife, Brooke.
Hey, sexy,
miss me?
Quickly he
typed back, You know I do, baby. :) He tossed the phone on the
bar just as the bartender returned with his glass. He pulled the chilled glass
toward his face and gave it a quick sniff. The aroma of mixed spices and
oranges relaxed him even more. The first sip went down nice and smooth with a
hint of grape in the finish.
His phone
lit up again with another message from Brooke. Have you checked your
n-mail yet? "N-Mail" was the special term for their
"Naughty Email Addresses" that they used to send special things to
one another. His mind was immediately flooded with sexy images of Brooke and
her girlfriends playing together in the hot tub.
Snapping
himself out of his daze, he replied, Not yet, baby, just got to the
hotel. I'm grabbing a couple drinks to unwind. He took a final drink and
signaled to the bartender that he needed a refill, but she was already on her
way over with the remainder of the bottle. Setting it down and handing him his
card back, she looked over and said with a smile, "This one's on the guy
at the end of the bar."
He looked
over her shoulder and saw a younger man with spiked black hair smiling at him.
Nate's face turned bright red as he smiled back and motioned for his new friend
to join him. There was no sense wasting this wonderful bottle of cognac on just
himself.
Nate's
phone went off just as his mysterious new friend took a seat next to him. It
was Brooke again. Well, the girls just left, and we took a ton of
pictures for you, that way you won't get so lonely in that hotel room :)
Images of
the three of them rocketed through his mind, but as much as he was dying to see
them, he couldn't take his eyes off the package that had just sat down beside
him. He quickly replied, Baby, I think there's a guy at the bar trying
to pick me up…
Blurb
"Touch me, Emily. Right here. Right now."
Emily's never been the daring type. Nor the kind of woman
who does public displays of affection. But Neeka's order awakens the
thrill-seeker hidden deep inside. For three long weeks, Emily has kept her
crush on Neeka a secret. Tonight she's going to act out her fantasies and claim
the woman of her dreams.
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Excerpt:
Emily pulled up outside her house
and realized she was running late getting ready for her girls' night out with
Neeka. The day seemed to have gotten away from her, but she still had thirty
minutes to freshen up before Neeka arrived.
After running into the house and
tossing her purse on the counter, she made a mad dash to the bathroom,
stripping her clothes off along the way.
Pulling the checkered shower
curtain aside, she turned on the faucet and waited for the water to warm up.
She reached inside and tested the temperature, then slowly stepped into the
tub, closed the curtain behind her, and pulled the lever. The water beat down
on her ample bosom, teasing her nipples to peaks. The sensation of the beads
of water pelting her nipples felt like a thousand licks from a lover. She had
the perfect partner in mind -- Neeka.
Her body was on fire, sensitive,
and on edge. She looked up at the detachable nozzle, knowing exactly what she
must do to take care of some of the ache already building up in her core.
Reaching up, she released "old reliable" from its chamber and
brought it slowly across her chest. The powerful jets thumped across her
breasts and descended while she braced a single leg on the edge of the
porcelain tub.
If she had more time, she would
have adjusted the power of its stream, alternating fast and slow like a
lover's tongue. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to tease her body as
usual. She needed relief now, so she twisted the head to hit her full blast.
Over and over, the lines of water
pounded against her sex. She braced her back against the shower wall and
enjoyed the ride while she conjured up Neeka's face. Those beautiful deep
brown eyes gazed up at her while the goddess' tongue flicked, nibbled, and
sucked on her clitoris. God, yes, it was Neeka bringing her to orgasm. How
she longed to have the woman's face buried between her folds. For now, she
took pleasure where she could get it.
Again, "old reliable"
did its trick and elicited a scream from her lips. She moaned out Neeka's
name again as her legs began to quiver. Her free hand rounded each breast and
stopped on her left globe. Taking a pointy peak between her thumb and index
finger, she dived into the vast tundra of both pleasure and pain.
When the last tremor of her orgasm
subsided, she reached for her strawberry scented body wash and squeezed a
hearty amount of it onto her loofah. Using the sponge to scrub away the
evidence of a hard day's work, she took extra time to cleanse her sex. A few
quick passes through her folds forced another orgasm to soar through her.
This time, she had to reach for the handrail to remain upright.
Steadying herself, she placed the
showerhead back in its holster and turned off the water, grasping the towel
off the rack and drying off one leg at a time before stepping out completely.
It was then she heard the front door shut and a voice sound out.
"Hey, Em, it's just me. I
hope you don't mind me walking in, but I knocked several times and you didn't
answer," Neeka called.
Swiping the back of her hand
across the steamed mirror, Emily studied her reflection in the mirror and
shouted back, "No, I don't mind. Be out in a sec. Please make yourself
at home."
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Blurb
"Eileen and Mitch have a happy marriage, but they've
decided it's time to spice things up. Ashley and Travis seem like the perfect
match."
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Excerpt:
While Eileen and Mitch lay
together in bed, their hunger sated for the moment, Eileen thought it was
time to mention a fantasy she had yet to fulfill. Her fingernail, a
kaleidoscope of shimmering colors, drew lazy circles around Mitch's nipple.
"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have a
threesome?"
Mitch's fingers meticulously
worked through Eileen's tangled locks. The strands proved stubborn, just like
his insatiable wife. "With another woman, or a man?"
Eileen smiled against Mitch's
chest, both at his question and at the hardened nipple. "Either,
actually."
"I've thought about it on
more than one occasion. The thought of watching your mouth buried between the
legs of a curvy brunette or redhead has given me several wet dreams. Hell,
babe, it's almost enough to get me hard right now," Mitch said with a
devilish grin.
Eileen lifted the sheet that
barely covered Mitch's cock and laughed. "Almost enough? Sweetie, your
cock is almost at full mast, which I'll happily take advantage of right
now." Slowly drawing her leg across Mitch's midsection, she rubbed the
crown of his dick against her clit, enticing her sex and preparing it to take
his full bounty. "So what about adding another man into the mix? Have you
dreamed of this type of ménage a trois?"
Mitch felt his cock coming back to
life. With his wife, it only took a look, a single touch, and the blood
directed its course from his brain to his dick. Even though he'd emptied his
cum into her a few minutes before, his body was revved and ready to go
another round. Hell, if she massaged his cock any longer between her slick
lips, he wouldn't last two minutes once he sank into her warm pussy.
"Eileen, stop teasing my cock and ride me, already. You're killing me
here."
She ground her mound against his
dick, lubricating it with the juices still dripping out. "Will you
answer me, then?" she retorted with a smile.
Mitch's face strained to hold in
the excitement from the feeling of her arousal moistening his dick. He tried
to shift his thoughts to sports, movies, work -- anything to help keep his
load from spilling prematurely. He tightened his grip on her hips, attempting
to push them lower. "Yes, yes, fuck yes, anything to get that hot pussy
on my cock."
Rising up, she teased his cock
with the opening to her pussy, then sank down hard. She continued this
torturous move to let Mitch know what he'd be missing if he reneged on his
promise.
Eileen worked her hips in slow,
tight circles. The motion was torturing her as much as him, but she wouldn't
allow herself to increase her speed until he started talking. "You
better start spilling or I'll be tempted to hop off and pleasure myself in
front of you as punishment for welching on our deal."
Mitch placed a firm hand behind
her neck and pulled her chest to his. Holding her there, he whispered into
her ear, his voice trembled as he began to disclose his oldest and most
personal secret to his lover...
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Blurb:
Whit
and Miguel are happy together, but when Meaghan moves in next door they decide
they'd like to add a third to their household.
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link: Changeling Press
Excerpt:
Meaghan paused her strenuous
workout and stepped off the elliptical. Taking a quick glance out the window
and toward the house a mere twenty feet away, she wondered if her audience
was salivating this afternoon. Just in case they were lurking in the office,
she turned around and gave the possible onlookers a nice view of her ass,
which was covered only by spandex boy shorts. A pair so skimpy, it had her
cheeks peeking out and teasing the gazes she hoped lingered on her.
She bent over, the shorts crawling
up even more, and took her time unlacing her tennis shoes. She didn't have to
wiggle her ass in doing so, but if either guy was peeking in on her, she was
going to give him a picture they wouldn't soon forget.
* * *
Miguel stood in the shadows and
swallowed hard. His temptress was back, again barely wearing anything. A fine
sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. Damn, he was rock hard watching her
body maneuver the elliptical bars, and when she suddenly glanced over his way
and did a one-eighty turn, teasing him with an ass molded perfectly to fit
his cock, he felt a droplet of come leak onto his shorts.
Yes. He would have her, fill her
with his cock, and have her begging never to stop. He cupped his balls and
gave them a squeeze, their weight heavy in his palm.
"How long are we going to
wait for a piece of that fine ass? She moved in three months ago. What's
keeping you, Miguel? Fuck, don't tell me you've gone gun-shy with the
ladies."
Lost in his fantasies, Miguel
hadn't heard Whit push open the door or step up behind him. His baritone
voice broke the room's silence and caused Miguel's cock to swell further
inside his gym shorts.
"I don't think a one-night
stand will be enough to quench our thirst for her." Miguel reached
behind and clasped Whit's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Most
importantly, I also need to make sure she'll be okay with us."
Whit rested his head on Miguel's
shoulder, a slight smile tugging the corner of his mouth. Miguel never
referred to them as an "us." He always assumed Miguel saw them as
no more than friends with benefits, and he was damn thrilled to hear Miguel
proclaim them as more.
Whit harbored no jealousy
regarding Meaghan entering their lives because he too was lusting over her.
"It's about fucking time you tell me we're going steady. Does this mean
I get a promise ring?"
Miguel chuckled and brought Whit's
hand up to his mouth, tenderly kissing the palm. "Sorry, honey, but I
assumed since we've only been with each other the last six months, we were
officially together. However, if you'd like a symbol of my commitment, I
think I still have my letterman jacket up in the attic. It's all yours."
One touch of Miguel's lips on his
skin, anywhere, and Whit's cock sprang to action. It was why he'd stopped
dating other men. No other guy had this effect on him. They were simply not
Miguel. "Okay, I'll forgive the oversight since you're looking sexy as
hell, but yeah, get me that coat. Now, back to the outrageously smoking hot
woman next door. I think it's time you make your move. It's time. Unless you
want me to take the lead after all."
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Thank you so much for the showcase. NNP rocks!
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