23 July 2013

The Allure of Ménage

Buy Treasure's Gift HERE
by Sascha Illyvich

Since my EDGE book is a menage, and a FFM one at that, I thought I'd talk about five things fun in the ménage-a-trois. 

Of course we're not going to discuss in full the issues of jealousy or any of the negative things, we're more interested in how you feel about ménages.  Fantasy or reality you'd like to try?

The more the merrier!   Seriously, six pairs of hands, three mouths, more to explore, more to experience.

Double Penetration – We're going to assume this is either way, mmf or ffm.  Nothing wrong with a little pegging.  Stimulating and that whole feel full bit excite a lot of people in both genders.

The taboo of it.  Yup, had to go there.  It's not an issue for my characters, but rather a plot device as Treasure uses her charm plus that of another friend's to make Mark see something he needed.

From a relationship standpoint, the potential for more love involved into a person's heart.  Life is hard and out of four Decadent stories I've published, two are ménages.  Treasure's Gift and Menage Bound.  The latter we'll save for the 1NS blog, but dealing with Treasure's Gift, we're looking at giving Mark something he needs, which I covered above, but didn't allude to.

Lastly, spontaneity can be quite the aphrodisiac and adding a third person can spice up a relationship like nothing else. 

Here's a short excerpt from Treasure's Gift to entice you!

Treasure has always had a thing for Mark, her best friend.  When he drops in unannounced, she's glad until she realizes his workload is keeping him occupied when the only thing on her mind is jumping him.   With the help of a very sexy friend, she uses the one thing designed to make Mark slow down and take notice.  What will he do at the temptation of two beautiful women?

Mark looked at Treasure, wishing he could just fall asleep in beautiful pools of her eyes. Or swim naked with her. 
His cock hardened uncomfortably in his trousers.  Could Treasure feel his arousal?
Did she know the depths of wickedness he'd love to explore with her?
He fought a yawn from the overbearing heat and length of his flight.  Closing his eyes, he leaned back in the chair and let out a breath.  The hectic schedule his travel required of him would exhaust anyone. 
The fact that his property was in Kingwood, he had to fly into Houston Intercontinental and then drive all the way back to Sugarland where Treasure lived added to his building fatigue, but hell, he’d do anything to see her standing before him, looking at him with a hidden mischievous grin and her hands on her hips.  Nipples would ache for him and jut out proudly while her oh so kissable lips moved.
“I’ve got all sorts of ideas, babe.”
“I’m sure you do,” she nodded.  “Just come to bed when you’re done.”
She walked away, ass swaying from side to side with each step she took.  Hands reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head before she disappeared, leaving him with a view of tanned skin, no bra and the need to slake his own primal needs tonight.
“Damnit!”  Mark knocked back the drink and slammed the glass on the table.  He certainly didn't look forward to the next few weeks of very long Saturdays despite being so close to achieving his financial goals.  Not if Treasure intended to taunt him with hints at her naked flesh. 
He had to do something about his raging erection.  Maybe a cold shower.  Or maybe a long, hot shower featuring Treasure stepping into the large tub with him, setting her delectably round ass against his cock and coating his dick in her juices would... 
Sadly, Mark showered quickly, ignoring his hard on.  He dressed in pajama bottoms, a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and pale skin.  Bedtime included a nightcap, a large one designed to knock him out so he’d sleep without dreaming of Treasure’s body blanketing his while her pussy milked the life out of him. 
Mark slumped back in his chair, head hanging forward.  He took a sip of bourbon, let the liquid burn his throat before he took another longer swig.  Sitting up, he looked over the now neatly organized stack of papers
His lips curled upward. 
The bedroom door opened.  “Mark,” The soft lilting of her voice reignited the spark of arousal. 
Mark set his glass on the desk and waited.  “Yes dear?”
“It’s bedtime.  Come to bed.”
She sounded needy. Another man would have missed the subtlety of want in her voice.  “I have things to do before bed first.” 
“Then I’ll come to you.”  Her voice dripped with unmistakable husky lust. 
Mark arched a brow. 
A moment later, Treasure appeared before Mark wearing a black see through teddy that flowed out at the bottom with lace trimming and barely reached the top of her thighs.  A scrap of lace hid both nipples and obscured his view of her sex.  Dirty blonde hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls, bouncing with each step she took towards him.  Hands started at her shoulders, smoothed down her arms, over full breasts and down her round stomach until stopping at her hips. Treasure stuck one leg forward, took a tentative step closer to Mark and stopped mere inches from him. “Well?”
His jaw dropped.  He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing right before focusing on her expression. 
She frowned.  “You think I’m fat.  I knew it.”
“No!” He stood and took her hands in his.  His stomach tightened from the contact while his cock stirred against his pajamas.  Blood pumped faster down south and his mouth went bone dry.  “No, that’s not it. It’s just…just…wow Treasure.  I’ve dreamed of this for years.”
“What do you intend to do now?”  She tilted her head and her mouth curled into a wicked grin.

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