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Room For One More (Sascha Illyvich)


Room For One More by Sascha Illyvich

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Sometimes Three is Not a Crowd!

Is bisexuality the new norm? Can there be blissful sex - not to mention actual romance - for three and not just for two?

Of this sensational, timely new collection, the author says: "What could be better than two men and one woman? Maybe two women and one man? I have daydreamed about it. Haven't you? This collection contains a few new stories and some old ones from that deal with the wonderful topic of ménage.

"In 'Emerald Green' we meet the sexy Naomi who dares Alex to fulfill his fantasy of being with a guy, going so far as to sweeten the deal with her own hot body. In 'Madison's Cure', we have the traditional workaholic who often fantasizes about the woman he stays with. Can she think of a way to get him away from his work long enough to focus on something more interesting? In 'Lashway's Lease', Lindsey desperately wants something from an on-again-off-again fling who controls prime real estate, so she tries something unusual to get the apartment she wants!

"These six short stories were fun to write and arousing as well. I hope you enjoy reading about My Bisexual Fantasies."

Product type: EBook    Published by: Renaissance E Books    Published: 6 / 2014

No. words: 25000

Style: Bisexual Erotica, Erotic Short Stories

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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INTRODUCTION

What could be better than two men and one woman? Maybe two women and one man? This collection contains a few new stories and some old ones from the vault that deal with the wonderful topic of ménage. In "Madison's Cure," we have the traditional workaholic who often fantasizes about the woman he stays with. Can she get him away from his work long enough to focus on something more interesting?
In "Lashway's Lease," Lindsey desperately wants something from an on-again off-again fling and knows that once she's got control of his cock and ass, she's got true control of a real estate empire – at least to get her the apartment she wants. And in Emerald Green, we meet the sexy Naomi who dares Alex to fulfill his fantasy of being with a guy, going so far as to sweeten the deal with her hot mouth!
These six short stories were fun to write and arousing as well. I hope you enjoy reading about My Bisexual Fantasies.

S.I.

LASHWAY'S LEASE

Sweat dripped from her brow. She smoothed her skirt over her nylon-clad thighs. Slender legs led to fuck me pumps underneath a cream-colored business suit tailored to show off her every curve. She looked one last time in the mirror, tugging her brown curls. She tucked one behind her ear before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall towards Bruce Callahan's office. Her nerves were fluttering butterflies in her stomach, but she had to do this. She needed a new place to live after next week.
Walking past the blonde secretary popping gum, Lindsey sashayed into Bruce's office, still amazed that he'd amassed so much wealth in such a short period. His black leather chair sat against a large ocean view window behind a large lacquer desk. Two smaller chairs sat in front of his desk. The walls to her left and right were bare, except for a bookcase that had several file folders scattered about.
"I'd rather be out there," Bruce turned to face her.
"Wow," she let out a breath. His pale skin and hair were gorgeous. His clean-shaven face was even more handsome, his rugged chin and sea blue eyes captivating. Realizing that she was already damp between her thighs, she stepped cautiously forward. Unsure, she stumbled over the plush carpet, tripping, only to catch herself on the back of one of the black chairs.
Her cheeks flushed.
"You okay?" He leaned over his desk, offering her a hand.
His hand was huge compared to hers. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. I was up late studying last night." She smoothed her skirt again, fidgeting with the hem before sitting down.
"What can I do for you?"
Looking directly at him, she frowned hard. "Bruce, not even a hi? Or a hello, short stuff?"
Bruce turned his head away from her.
Settling her hands on her hips, she pushed her shoulders back. "Do you hate me?"
An eyebrow rose. "What?"
"It's a fair question, Bruce. You've avoided my phone calls, put me off, kept me away from your office and made me beg you to get this appointment. I practically had to cut class just to make it here."
"I don't hate you, Lindsey. You know better."
"Then what's the deal? I thought we were lovers."
Lindsey put her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips. "I'm sorry." She leaned forward, even more heat rising. She was sure her cheeks were flustered now.
"I like your freckles," he laughed.
Her lips formed a pout. "It's not funny Bruce."
"You're right. It's not. And we are lovers. Always."
Crossing her legs, she watched Bruce stare open-mouthed at her thighs.
His expression changed back to the same solemn face he'd worn when she first came into his office. "First, I know what you're trying to do. It won't work. Money and my sex drive are not the same."
"Here's to hoping that could change." She winked and licked her lips. Bruce turned a computer monitor towards her.
"See this?"
Leaning farther over the desk, Lindsey nearly had to get out of her seat to see the tiny print on the screen. "Yeah. That's my credit report."
"That's the report I pull for every prospective tenant before I even meet with them."
"Yes. And that report looks clean."
"It is. But you have very little credit history. For God's sakes honey, you're barely twenty-two years old. How much do you make an hour?"
"I'm in college and, wait. Why am I telling you this? You gave me that job at the coffee shop. You know where I work." More sweat formed at her brow. She fanned herself with a hand.
"Exactly."
He pointed to another figure on the monitor. "Your credit history isn't very long. Running some numbers in another program I use..." He turned to the keyboard. Another program came into view, showing things like income to debt ratio, average risks, and other numbers Lindsey wasn't familiar with.
He smirked. "You're too high a risk."
Her frown deepened. "Damnit Bruce, you can't just do me this one favor?"
"Look Lindsey, you know how much I love you, but I can't predict the future. What if a tidal wave comes and wipes out the island? What if you lose this job and can't find another one, or you do and it's closer to Houston? Then what? I lose my passive income. Besides, you don't want to live out here while they're developing. Prices are skyrocketing as it is. How are you going to expect to afford to stay here with an average rent increase of five percent a year?"
Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and slumped back in the chair. Looking at Bruce made her hate her body for betraying her by getting wetter. She hated her predicament too. It wasn't her fault for being born almost eight years after him.
Her nipples tightened into little buds beneath her white blouse. Her body ached for him to touch her. The pool of liquid at her thighs seemed to be trickling down her leg.


Author Information

Sascha Illvich is the author such bestselling erotic books as Mistress Anna, For Her Will, and Sensualities.

 

Publisher Information

Renaissance E Books publishes the best in classic and contemporary popular fiction and nonfiction through its PageTurner imprint, and the best in classic and contemporary erotica through its Sizzler imprint.


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