An introduction to The girl in the red bikini

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B092TW2WKW

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092TW2WKW

Synopsis

    Single and new to the neighborhood, Michael had yet to meet any of his new neighbors. When he saw one for the first time, he received a shock. Living next door was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

    The only problem was, she wasn’t just a woman. She was a transsexual woman.

    Though he considered himself to be one hundred percent straight, Michael found himself falling for her more and more each time he saw her. With the help of Jazz’s friends, Michael embarks on a relationship, which teaches him Jazz is what he truly wants, no longer caring she’s a transsexual.

    Overcoming his fear of the unknown, Michael journeys through self-discovery, pushing boundaries, and ultimately finding true love.

Excerpt

    The first time I saw her, she was lying in the back garden next door wearing the smallest pair of red bikini panties I had ever seen. The only reason I even looked out of my balcony window was because the sudden pounding music which appeared from out of the blue. It shocked me, but as soon as my eyes saw her, I couldn't move away from the window.

From my vantage point in the bedroom, she looked perfect. She had long black hair, her body slim and slightly tanned. There was a tattoo across the bottom of her back and another on her ankle. Although her entire body was perfect, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ass. It was even more perfect, if that was at all possible. It looked firm, shaped beautifully, and her cheeks poked out slightly at the edges. The skin there looked a fraction lighter than the rest of her, which led me to believe she had never sunbathed completely naked.

The figure of beauty lying no more than a hundred feet away from me caused my cock to stiffen rapidly. Being alone and knowing no one could see me, I released it from the confines of my shorts. It had been so long since I had seen a woman who looked even as half as good as she did, let alone made love to one, so I stayed exactly where I was. My cock was beginning to ache, but I just stood there and stared at the vision before me. After watching for a few more minutes, my cock throbbing like never before, I wrapped my fingers around my hard shaft and began to stroke myself slowly.

J S Morbius

Christmas wishes can come true

Christmas wishes can come true

Opening my eyes I eased myself out of bed and headed, still half asleep, in to my en-suite bathroom. Turning on the shower I waited for it to reach the perfect temperature, and stepped under the jets. Giving my body a good soaping I let the water clear away the suds, stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist, even though I knew I was alone.

Turning to the mirror above the basin I wiped it clear of the shower's steam, and quickly shaved before drying myself and throwing the towel in to the wash basket. Grabbing the black dressing gown from the back of the door I slipped it on, walked back in to my room and headed toward the window.

For a few seconds I was in a state of shock, until my radio came on and the first voice I heard was the announcer wishing all her listeners a very happy Christmas Day. Sitting back on the bed I couldn't believe I had forgotten what day it was, then realized the reason I didn't remember was because, with no-one to share the day with, to me it was just another day, albeit one when I didn't have to drag my ass across town for work.

Still I couldn't very well spend the whole day moping around my bedroom so decided to make my way downstairs, get some breakfast and see if I could find anything to watch on TV, which didn't feature Christmas.

Throwing my duvet back on to the bed I fastened my dressing gown, slipped my mobile phone in to one of the pockets and left my room. As I began to head down the stairs I was shocked when the handset began to ring in my pocket. Surprised, as the phone was only for work and all work was finished until the New Year, I took the handset from my pocket and stared down at the screen.

Two words, UNKNOWN NUMBER, flashed across the screen. Lifting the phone to my ear I pressed the answer button. At first all I could hear was a buzzing and was about to hang up, and curse whoever it was for making a crank call on Christmas Day, when a deep male voice suddenly spoke.

“Happy Christmas, Matt,” the voice on the other end said.

Before I could reply the line went dead, the voice replaced by the same buzzing when I first answered. Staring at the handset for a few seconds, bewildered at the caller and message, I finally slipped the handset back in to my pocket, reached for the living room door handle and pressed it down. Pushing the door open I walked in, and froze.

Perched on the back of my leather sofa, dressed in a skimpy Christmas mini skirt, bra top, Santa hat and red stilettos was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Merry Christmas, Matt,” she whispered seductively, as she hitched her skirt a little higher.

“Who the fuck are y...”

Before I could finish my phone rang once more. Snatching the handset from my pocket I quickly answered it.

“Who the fuck's this?” I bellowed, my eyes never leaving the woman.

“Just a friend. How do you like your present?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your present, Ivy. She is there isn't she?”

“Well somebody is here but we haven't been introduced yet,” I replied confused. “Hang on how do you know there's someone here?”

“I know because she's there because of me, and she's also exactly what you have been wishing for all year.”

Once again the phone went dead, so this time I switched it off before looking back at Ivy. Only she had shifted her position and was lying on her front along the back of the sofa, her beautiful cock only partially visible.

“Well, Matt, what do you think?” Ivy purred, as she stared seductively over to me.

“Y-Y-You're gorgeous but...”

“But nothing, Matt. Your Christmas wish has come true.”

©JSMorbius

Erotica...with bite

Available NOW for advanced purchase at Naughty Nights Press for anyone who can't wait to sink their teeth in to a little vampire erotica

Within the cover of this book comes four short tales combining a mixture of lust, passion, fear, sex, and the mystery you have come to expect with vampires. Be enthralled as each story introduces a new vampire, and their prey, to chill your blood and raise your temperature with each sinful situation.
Find out what happens when Damon leaves his sanctuary, his only intention to satisfy his hunger, or when Trent goes out in search of victims to create a new family to replace the one slaughtered by vampire hunters. Meet Paul, who bites off more than he can chew when he takes an older woman home for a night of rampant sex, and finally Reid, whose only concern is for the safety of the girl running into the forest, fear etched on her face.
Four tales, four different settings, all full of passion, fear, lust, sex, and above all, vampires.

Damon's Story

Waking from his sleep, Damon's hunger is eating away at his very existence and he knows he has to feed before it is too late. Leaving the safety of his sanctuary, he scours the streets until he finds the perfect home. In total darkness and set back from the other homes on the street, Damon peers through the window and sees Tyra.
Entering silently, he is stunned to find his intended victim not only partially awake, but also waiting for him. As she tells him about the dreams she has been plagued by, Damon is drawn to her beauty, and as the heat of the moment becomes too much for the pair of them, he realizes he has found not just another victim, but the perfect partner for all eternity.

Paul's Story

For Paul, a night out usually meant going to a bar, downing a few shots, and then setting his sights on some young, twenty-something year old woman. Once he had marked his prey, he would buy her a few drinks, work his charm on her, then take her back to his place for a night of animalistic lust. 
But Roberta was different to his usual conquests. He had never seen her before and instead of being the shy, quiet type he normally set his sights on, she was a lot older than he was, and she oozed a natural confidence which made Paul want her even more.
Following the usual night of sex, drink, and even more sex, Paul found out more about Roberta then he wanted, and also exactly why he had been warned to be careful.

Trent's Story

For the first time in his life, Trent awoke to find himself alone, his whole family taken from him by the hunters. Only Trent wasn't a normal man. Trent was a vampire, and the family the hunters had taken from him were the last of his kind. For Trent, this was the final insult.
With nothing to lose and not wanting to spend eternity alone, Trent knew he had to create a new family. Only this family would be taken from the very society which had detested him and his kind for centuries.
Using his vampire charm, good looks, and good old fashioned bluff on them, Jenn and Terri were unlucky enough to be the first to fall under his spell. By the time they realized what Trent really was, it was too late.

Reid's Story

Reid always tried his hardest to be totally honest, decent, and well mannered, especially when it came to women. So the day she ran past him and into the trees with a look of fear on her face, he did what all good Samaritans did, and followed her.
All he wanted to do was make sure she was okay and unhurt, but each time he got close enough to speak to her, she screamed and sprinted further into the mists of the forest. Reid, still concerned for her safety, continued to chase after her until he suddenly stumbled and knocked himself out.
When he woke, the thick forest was gone, and Reid found himself strapped to a wooden bed and held captive.
With his own safety now his only concern, Reid decided to make a break for it and escape. He discovered the women holding him weren’t just women, though. They are female vampires, and they needed a new king.

Masturbation Monday: If only you knew

If only you knew

As I lay back on the sofa, my panties thrown fuck-knows-where, I began to tease my wet pussy with the toy. Staring down my body I watched as I moved the toy slowly along my opening, turning it on and teasing myself, before parting my lips slowly and closing my eyes, just so I could see you you.

I couldn't believe how you made me feel because no one had ever had this effect on me, least of all another woman. Yet ever since you had first walked in to college, all legs and micro skirt, your heavy breasts bursting to escape the tight blouse you were wearing, you were all I could think of when I was alone and when I thought about you I became so horny, so wet.

Gently I eased the thick end of the toy between my lips, gasping your name as I did, and began to roughly pinch my hard nipples. Spreading my thighs as wide apart as possible I slowly pushed the thick, ribbed, toy as deep in to my pussy as I could, the fingers of my free hand running down over my stomach, so I could rub my erect bud.

Gasping breathlessly my body starts to tremble violently and I began to buck my hips, driving the toy harder and deeper in to my pussy. Fuck I was about to come and I'd only just begun but the thoughts of you ravishing my body, your soft hands caressing my breasts, your warm tongue flicking over my hard clit before pushing in to me did it to me every time.

I never lasted more than two minutes but I didn't care because that was only the first orgasm, there would be plenty more before I finally stopped and tomorrow, when you walk in to that classroom, I am going to sit and watch you. Watch you as slowly I part my legs, and stroke my pussy slowly and seductively, in the hope you see me and realize the only reason I still bother coming to your crap lectures is to see you, not listen to you drone on about boring fucking accounts.

©JSMorbius