Welcome to Angie Sargenti's stop on the Dirty Birdies Flock Hop.

Hi, Everyone!

Today I have a short story from my book, "Start Me Up: A Collection of Erotic Love Stories."
 It's the same book that will be given away

to one of my readers.

 

Just leave me a comment, and the one I like best will get the prize.

 

Well, here's my story, called "Shrimp."

Enjoy!

 

Shrimp

 

“You’re shrimpy,” she told me, squeezing up beside me at the bar.  “You ever gone lesbo?”

 

“No,” I said.  Never.”

 

She was long and lean and tall, with those red, red lips I could never achieve.  First of all, I don’t know how.  Secondly, my lips are rather thin.  Besides, it’s my eyes that are my best feature, so I emphasize them.

 

“Want to give it a whirl?”

 

I glanced up at her, slightly surprised.

 

“Come on,” she said.  “The guys in here suck, anyway.”

 

I kicked it around for a moment, then I said, “Sure, but I won’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

 

“No problem.  I’ll teach you.  By the time it’s your turn to do me, you won’t even care.”

 

So she took me back to her place and ate my pussy better than any man has ever done while she finger-fucked me and squeezed my tits.  I lay there in bliss, wondering if her lipstick was all over me.  After she made me come, I switched places with her and ate her, too, and she was right.

 

I didn’t care.

 

I didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious.

 

Her cunt smelled clean and mossy and I eagerly mirrored her technique, or as much of it as I could remember.

 

I guess I did all right, because she took my phone and put her number in it, telling me to call her next time I was in the mood for fish.

 

Her words, not mine.

 

“Okay,” I said, making her take my number, too.  “You call me next time you’re in the mood for shrimp.”

 

 

If you didn't win, but would still like a copy of the book,

you can get it here.

Please be sure to check out all the other participants' blogs.

The links are to the left

"So Spankable!" (excerpt of "Adam's Apple" from my upcoming book.)

He starts out with a caress, like he always does.  That alone almost makes up for having a sore butt the rest of the day, and he starts right in, giving me five hard swats in a row.  I’m glad of the apple in my mouth, knowing I’d cry out without it.

“Spread your legs a little,” he says.
 

I do and he rewards me with a quick little plunge of his finger.

"Mrrphmn,” I say around the apple.

“I know,” he responds.  “But that backtalk will cost you.”

He lights into me again, busting my ass with about eight more scorchers.  The juice from the apple runs down my chin and my jaw’s getting tired, but I’m also digging it. 

A lot.

 

Please be sure to check out all the other authors in this blog hop, or I'll send Adam over to spank you, too!