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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
“Treasure?”
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.



08 October 2012

Will You Give In to Me?


Buy Treasure's Gift HERE
 By Sascha Illyvich 
In my latest EDGE story, Treasure's Gift, the theme revolves around giving in to our personal desires and wants.  In the story, both Mark and Treasure have an intense passionate interest in the other, but they've remained best friends for the last several years.  Yet neither has taken the plunge, always with that great fear of ruining the perfect relationship.

Well I ask, if it's so perfect how come they're not fucking? 

Seriously!  Women, being more intuitive, tend to have a more emotional involvement it's said, but that's not always the case.  Years ago, I had a friend I had the hots for, and only when we'd been friends for years had she confessed the reason she didn't try to sleep with me was that I was engaged at the time.  Damn was I dumb, but it's okay.  Lesson learned.

Mark and Treasure had a similar set up, however Treasure is a more intense woman to contrast against Mark's workaholic incompetence.  Oh, he's not bad, but he is terrible at getting the clues. Instead of noticing the way her hand lingers on his skin, he pays more attention to the raging erection she gives him and realizes that his mind is playing tricks on him.  Or...is it?

Only when she forces his hand and shows up in front of him, dressed to seduce, does his brain disengage and his body take over.

Then, just to make sure he can't back out of his own desire, Treasure intensifies the sensuality and carnal delights The heady combination of both women, one who owns his heart, the other who will satisfy his fantasy can only lead to one thing.

Recognition of deeper desires realized.

Let's watch the excerpt…

The bedroom door opened.
“Mark.” The soft lilting of her voice reignited the spark of arousal.
He 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. He didn't want to ignore her but work beckoned. Yeah, that was the lie he told himself to avoid the nervousness he felt in approaching her. “I have things to do first.”
“Then I’ll come to you.” Her voice dripped with unmistakable, husky lust.
He arched a brow.
A moment later, she appeared wearing a black, see-through teddy that flowed out at the bottom with lace trimming and reached the tops of her thighs. A scrap of lace obscured his view of her sex. Dirty blonde hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls, bouncing with each step she took toward him. Her hands crossed over her chest, she gripped her shoulders and then smoothed fingertips down her arms, over full breasts, and down her rounded stomach, stopping at her hips. Treasure took a tentative step closer, standing 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. 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 lips curled into a wicked grin.
His cock throbbed beneath his boxers. Goddamn clothes!
The alcohol fog faded as he focused on her standing before him, looking like an exquisite dessert after an exceptional dinner. He stood, grabbed the back of her head, brought her mouth to his, crushing their lips together. Inhaling deeply, he swept his tongue over her bottom lip, crushing her body to his.
She groaned.
He pressed the length of his cock against her belly and inhaled. She smelled of seduction, peaches, and cream. “I intend to have you, lover.”

26 June 2012

Typical Ménage Fun


by Sascha Illyvich

My latest EDGE story from Decadent Publishing involves one hot, yet overworked guy, and his loving best friend.  Mark's workaholic habits have prevented him from seeing the subtle and not so subtle signs Treasure has given him indicating her desire for more than just friendship.  And she'd remained unaware of his hidden passion to have his hands all over her luscious body while he's buried deep inside until they both end up in a sweat covered climax.

When he shows up at her apartment, the last thing he expects after issuing her a dare to make him pay attention to her, is for her to actually carry out her threat.  When she shows up in front of him wearing sexy lingerie, the fun begins. Then things get hotter as a second, sexy friend of hers joins the fun and the three end up exploring the limits of each other's bodies.

EXCERPT:  
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
“Treasure?”
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.