Love Potion No. 2

An Anthology of Provocative Erotica

 

Edited by Secret Narrative

Provocative Erotica Anthology #2

 

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Love Potion No. 2: An Anthology of Provocative Erotica

Featuring a quartet of novellas designed to turn you on.

 

Contents

 

Acts of Pleasure by Poppy Phoenix

Join Poppy's 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, but all are true and all are from her own real life experiences. They include multiple partners, old and young, threesomes, foursomes, bisexual, group sex, voyeur, spanking and other games as she and her husband Steven, aka, The Pervert embrace the swinging lifestyle for their own pleasure. Truth is stranger than fiction, an oft-quoted phrase that readily describes this account from self-confessed sex addict, Poppy Phoenix.

 

 

Under Him by Adele Lee

Under Him is a true confession of Adele's initiation, which takes place at the hands of handsome Rob. Adele has always loved worldly-wise Rob, who bribes her with the promise of gifts and cash. She sacrifices her virginity and much more besides, little knowing that her initiation into the addictive pleasure of sex will turn her a Sunday Girl.

 

 

A Diary by Charlotte Caldo

Share Charlotte Caldo's candid revelations in this sexy, full disclosure. Charlotte discovers her old diaries and exposes her past in an emotional journey of bad behaviour and wild antics. Follow her as she revisits numerous hot encounters, told in her own scorching, confessional words.

 

Poppy's Party Pieces by Poppy Phoenix

Poppy says...I believe that the truth is often hornier, smuttier and sexier than fiction. I am happy to write smutty, real life sex stories for your amusement and satisfaction. I very much hope you enjoy Poppy's Party Pieces. Do drop me a line if you would like to chat, I can be contacted via the Secret Narrative website.

 

 

Key words: virgin, first cousin sex, daddy fantasy, age play, orgy, group sex, anal penetration, dubious consent, swinging couples, BDSM, slave play, spanking, bondage, discipline, swapping, oral sex, voyeurism, lesbian, bisexual, male/male penetration, stranger sex, sex in public, dogging, seduction, first time sex, power play, sadism play, masochism play, older man with virgin girl, older woman with inexperienced boy, strap on, prostitution.

 

Tame excerpt (take from Acts Of Pleasure)

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...

 

 

Explicit excerpt (taken from: Under Him)

Sunday Girl

My first cousin is older than me and expert in masturbation, which he often demonstrates whenever we are alone in the house. My parents think it perfect that Cousin Rob should be left in charge while they go out for the evening, or away for the weekend. Even when we are all staying in the same house, Rob finds ways to play sex games. Horny and desperate to plunge his ever-hard cock into a real live girl as often as possible. That girl turned out to be me.

Recently, Cousin Rob decided it was time for my initiation. I didn't know what it meant at first, but I quickly learn.

I am in the spare room at the top of my uncle's house; my cousin's room is on the floor below. Both are quite a distance away from the master bedroom and the other guest rooms where our parents sleep. I hear my bedroom door creak open, it must have been the noise that woke me because I'm sure I wasn't awake before I am aware that someone is standing beside my bed. He's well-built for his age and dark. Man-sized. I already knew he was man-sized in the cock department. He often masturbates in front of me, trying to shock me, showing off, and wanking furiously until he ejaculates. Wherever we are, he doesn't care. He just adores getting his cock out and rubbing. He loves me to watch.

He doesn't scare me, but occasionally he disgusts me. When I first saw his cock, I didn't like the look of it at all, and I hated the thick, curly hairs that creep from his navel and disappear beneath him. Sometimes he lies down, and I stand over him, rooted to the spot, watching him play with his erection until he spurts upwards, his cream lands wherever he decides to point his cock. Most often on me.

One of the things that trouble me, more than anything else, is the moisture that seeps into my knickers, and the confusing feelings that engulf me when I realise that I want to touch myself. At first, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was disturbed by his displays. Initially, I was confused and curious at the same time.

I open my eyes and look up; he's standing in shadow beside the head of the bed.

"Sssh... It's me, don't say anything."

"I know it's you... I can see you," I reply, in spite of his instruction.

"Sssh... Can I get in with you?"

"Why?" I say though, in my heart, I know the answer.

"I want to cuddle you. I won't stay long, I just want a hug, and there's plenty of room for two. Go on, Adele, it'll be our little secret. Please say yes."

"I'm not sure. What if someone comes?"

"They've all been asleep for hours, and you know that no one gets up before noon. It's the holiday."

"I'm tired," I whine, half-heartedly.

"Tell you what. If you let me get in and cuddle you, I'll get you a present. Whatever you want."

"Really? What?"

"Anything."

"Anything? Anything I want."

"Anything your little heart desires, cuz. Name it."

I hold the covers back and allow him to climb in next to me.

I guess that was my first negotiation.

"Once upon a time there was a handsome boy."

I giggle. Lying in the warmth, with my cousin's long limbs pressed against mine.

"The handsome boy has a favourite girl called Adele. Although she is first cousin, he wishes she was his sister. He loves her. He wishes he was her best brother. He loves her in a way that boys love girls. In the way that men like women. He wants to touch her in her secret places. He wants her to do things with him, and for him. But he knows that she is scared."

I stiffen in his arms and wait.

"Will you? Will you let me touch you, Adele?"

"I don't know," I reply. "What do you mean?"

"If I touch you like this," he says, stroking my hair and face. "Does it feel nice?"

I shiver; it does feel nice. Very nice.

"Yes."

"Shall I do it some more?"

"Yes."

My cousin strokes my body gently underneath my pyjama top while I stay cosy in the crook of his shoulder. I must have drifted off to sleep because suddenly he's burrowing beneath the bedding. He's kneeling between my legs; he's pulling down my PJs. They don't offer much resistance, the waist is elasticised, and loose too.

"What are you doing?" I say, now fully awake again. The trousers of my PJs are already around my ankles.

Before I can say more, or do anything to stop him, he's whisked them off, and thrown them onto the floor.

He yanks the covers back fully and exposes me from the waist down. Squatting between my knees, he stares and stares. The early rays of a bright winter day start to light the sky and the thin curtains allow the first glimmering shafts into the room, creating an eerie atmosphere. I shiver again, goose bumps raise the skin on my body.

"You shouldn't have done that," I whisper, but I don't move or resist.

"Why not? You look beautiful."

My parted legs must make quite a display of my little secret place because he licks his lips and I hear his breathing; ragged and uneven, like one of my uncle's panting dogs.

He leans forward and unbuttons my top, spreads it open, exposes my breasts. Although they are almost non-existent, the nipples are dark pink and swollen.

"You can leave that on." He indicates the top. "It won't get in my way. I can see you perfectly well now that it's getting light."

"I think you should stop. Go back to your own room. This isn't right... I don't feel right, and I think you should go."

"That's not what it says down there." He points. "You're all juicy. I can see it glistening."

He's telling the truth. The heat of my moisture and a strange ache spreads a blush of warmth from the core of my stomach. My heart is hammering, and as the room grows lighter, I see he is naked. His penis hard; as hard as I have ever seen it. He holds it and starts rubbing.

"That's right, you watch, little cousin. See what you do to me, Adele. This is all your fault. It's your fault. See how hard I am. You do that to me. See the cum on my helmet? That's your doing. That's what little whores do. You're a little whore, Adele. It's you who makes me horny. Look at my hard cock, little cuz? Look at it! Do you like it?"

I say nothing, but raise myself up on my elbows, and continue to watch.

My cousin wanks faster and faster until he ejaculates. His cum shoots all over my stomach.

He jumps up and quickly puts his pyjamas on.

"I'll return tomorrow night, my sweet little cuz. Leave that to dry. Don't bathe today, I shall want to see it later, and if you're good, I'll buy you two presents."

I am strangely excited.

All day I long for night to come. I pretended to be ill so that I didn't have to join in any family stuff. Mum checks on me but my seducer doesn't bother to come looking. I hope he is out buying me a gift as promised. I know I earned it and would have to do more too. I don't touch myself, in spite of the aching temptation, or do anything else that day except lie in bed, thinking about what happened, and what might happen next.

Much later, still wide awake, I wait for what seems like hours before I hear him come into my bedroom.

"It's me," he says, unnecessarily. "Are you awake?"

"Yes."

"Expecting me?"

"Yes."

He lifts the covers.

"Lovely. You're naked, good little cuz."

I had taken my PJ's off in preparation. My secret place is already moist. My imagination works overtime and my heart pounds beneath my ribs.

It's warm in my room; the perspiration in my armpits and on my thighs is slippery. I know that the smell of sex emanates from my pores where his semen, dry on my skin is flaking, leaving tell-tale signs in my bed. I could hardly believe that my mother hadn't noticed, but thinking about the copious amount of perfume she wears, I doubt she can ever smell anything else.

"My... Little... Whore." He grunts, excitement jags his voice. "Are you ready for me? Can I get in?"

"Yes." I move over to make room.

He strips off his PJs and slips in beside me, both of us naked lying side by side, face to face.

"This is wrong, isn't it?" I ask, knowing the truth but aware that his response will be something different.

"No," he says. "This is nice." Emphasising his words by tracing his hand along my body following the curves, dipping into the crescent made by my waist, and rising again over the small hill of my hips. "Very nice. Lie back and spread your legs."

I do as I am told and hold my breath.

He caresses my body, growling dirty words, speaking all the time. Saying obscene things, getting dirtier and dirtier, until, once again, he kneels between my legs, parting my thighs.

This time he wriggles down until his nose is pressing against my slit.

"Mmm, you smell! You haven't washed, good girl."

I am shocked when he starts licking me, thoroughly licking me as if I am an ice-lolly. Or like a dog when he probes his big fat tongue into the marrow of a large bone. I picture my uncle's dogs as my cousin burrows his tongue into my secret place. He works me over and over again until I am squirming beneath him. He pins me down hard with his hands on my thighs because I am thrashing about.

"Ouch! You're hurting me!"

"Stay still, silly," he says. "I can't concentrate. Anyway, I like petrified."

The sensations he creates frighten and thrill me at the same time. I start to moan.

"Shh! Don't make any more noise. I don't want to get caught in here with you. Remember that I'll buy you whatever you want, but you must keep quiet. Here, stuff this into your mouth." He produces a handkerchief as if he is a magician. "Now, shut up, Adele, or I'll have to gag you and maybe tie you up too. Remember when we used to play in the woods? When I used to tie you to a tree?"

I'm shocked but my memory floods with our childhood games and I do as he says and bite onto the ball of linen. He has always dominated.

He gobbles until I am filled with a thrill of sensation I cannot identify. I have never felt anything like it before. I've had a twinge when I watch him rub his cock, and something similar happened when I watched some movies, but nothing prepared me for the flood of intense emotion and physical pain which accompanies the shock of feeling flooding my body.

"Fuck, you really are a little whore. Good, you didn't make too much noise. Was it nice?"

"Mmm." I'm muffled, gagged, must. Tears trickle down my cheeks unchecked.

He pulls the handkerchief out of my mouth and presses his finger to my lips.

"I want to fuck you."

"No! I haven't done it before!"

"I know that, silly cuz. Let it be me." He begs and pushes my legs further apart.

I think I am going to tear in two, he's opened me so wide.

He doesn't ask again. He's going to have me. Excitement fizzes and bubbles. I feel the head of his penis probe against my opening.

"Wrap your legs around my back, Adele."

I follow orders.

I am scared but resigned. He is going to fuck me. I am going to be fucked. I will no longer be a virgin. I am a whore. Am I a whore? I don't bother to protest. He edges his way into me, gently at first, but then a little more urgently as he meets the resistance of my tight, snug passage and my hymen. Still intact.

I pull him against me. I let him know that I want him to finish the job. The pain is sharp but brief, and soon he is buried inside me. Moving... moving, fucking me. Oh, he's fucking me.

"I won't last long, little cuz. You're so, so tight, and so, so warm... little cuz, my own little whore. Argh, argh... I'm coming." He slumps down onto me, knocking the breath out of my body.

"Don't worry," he says as if reading my mind. "I'll get rid of the sheets, and next time I'll use a rubber so we don't make a mess."

He picks up his things, dresses quickly and leaves.

I'm sticky and excited. I can't wait to do it again.