Okay, who missed me?  I know I took a long break there, but I needed it!  I have two new books out and am working on a third.  My newest is called:  

Fan Mail: An Erotica Writer Gets a Big Sexy Package

Yeah, I had to post it big and bold, because that story is BIG and BOLD.  It’s one of my favorites I’ve ever done and I hope you’ll all like it as much as I do.  Here are the links for those of you who can’t wait to go get it!  Amazon, B&N, Smashwords and ARe.  Apple has kicked me off their site because my stuff is too naughty for them, so if you are an apple lover, I’d recommend either downloading a Kindle app or a Nook app.  I use both on my iPad and they work great.  

When people ask me what I do for a living, I always proudly announce I’m a writer.  When they ask what I write, well then I start hemming and hawing, and trying to come up with a good answer, because in truth?  I write smut.  The kind that has women reaching for their vibrators, and men stroking themselves.  It’s not a crime, but it’s not something I admit to in public very often.

Anyway, one afternoon I was sitting at my computer checking my email and stalling, because I was trying to get my mind back to its usual naughty self, and I came upon an email that got me nice and hot.  You see, I’d written this story about an alien who came to Earth to study human sexual habits.  Well, this alien was very well-endowed, and he lasted forever.  Like hours.  Okay, so truth be told, I turned the alien into my dream lover.  Nice big cock and a whole lot of lasting power.   Well, this man emailed me and told me I’d described him perfectly.  He said women complained that he was tearing them in half and pounding them for too long leaving them sore.

My response?  Where do you live?  I’ll meet you in the middle.  Well, that was my response in my head.  In the email, I told him I was glad he enjoyed the story, and he sounded like my dream fuck.  No more.  Just that.  And then I grabbed my vibrator and went to town.  A vibrator is a tool of the trade when you do what I do.  I swear, sometimes I get up from writing a story and I can feel the juices running down my legs.  Of course, it doesn’t help that I write naked.  I have to sit on a towel to keep from ruining my computer chair.

I live in a small house in an older neighborhood of Abilene, Texas.  I’d been in the area my whole life.  I’d dated on and off, like most women, but didn’t have a man in my life then.  Every time I thought I found my dream man, we’d go to bed together, and I’d realize he was a sexual dud like all the others.

Now, I guess I have to give some of these guys some credit, but I just don’t climax very quickly.  I need a man who can keep going for a decent amount of time.  More than thirty seconds, obviously, but longer than fifteen minutes is good.  I’ve never found a guy who could last long enough to get me off.  It was so frustrating, that I rarely dated.  I’d decided I did better with my fantasies and my vibrators than with a man. 

I started working on my story.  It was about a woman who found this adult sized rocking horse that had a cock she could make come up out of the saddle and go deep inside her.   It was set in Victorian England and was a lot of fun to write, but I couldn’t concentrate.  After about an hour, I checked my email again to see if MC had written me back.  (In my mind I’d dubbed him Monster Cock.)  Most fans don’t write me again once I’ve responded, but some of them will have email conversations for hours.  I usually cut them off as soon as they try to talk too sexy with me.  So after an email or two.

I clicked on my inbox, and there it was.  He’d actually sent me a picture of his cock next to a ruler, so I could see how big it really was.  That thing was a monster.  I drooled as I stared at it.  Then I thought for a moment as I came up with a response.  I mean, what could I say to that?  I traced my finger along his dick on my computer monitor.  I’d never be able to touch it for real, but I could sure dream about touching it.

Here’s what I ended up telling him.  “You’ve got more than my mouth drooling over that thing.  I’m so wet I’m going to need to go and wash up before I can work.”  I signed it simply, “Nikki”. 

I flipped back over to my writing window and kept going on the story.  The poor Victorian maid was caught by the butler who’d been trying to get under her skirt forever.  Wild sex and spanking ensued.  I love to write about spanking.  At that point, I wasn’t sure how I’d like to be spanked for real, but it sure gets me hot to write about it.  I’ve found stories that get me hot while I’m writing them, tend to make my fans much happier.

After I finished the spanking scene, I checked out my email window again.  Sure enough, there was another one.  This time it was a full frontal shot of him stroking himself.  Normally that kind of thing doesn’t turn me on, but knowing how big he was?  I was going insane.  He’d included a quick note this time.  “I’m thinking about you while I stroke myself.  Wouldn’t you like to feel me pounding your sweet pussy?”

He had dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes.  He was nicely tanned from the waist up.  I thought he must work without a shirt on a lot.  His chest was covered with a light sprinkling of hair.  The word sexy didn’t begin to do him justice.

I sucked in a breath.  I wanted that so badly.  It was all I could think about.  I mean, I have sex on the brain anyway; it’s an occupational hazard.  But this guy?  He was taking me to new levels.  “I’d love to feel that thing pounding away in me.  Can you really last two hours?”  After I’d clicked send I wanted to kick myself.  Why was I encouraging him?

I went into my bedroom and used my super vibe.  It’s called a dream vibe and let me tell you, it’s aptly named.  I lay back on my bed, and went to town.  I was screaming before I was done, and I’m usually pretty quiet when I’m on my own.  All I could think about was meeting that guy and letting him screw me for hours.  I never reply to fans the way I did him. 

When I was finished, I took a nice cold shower to finish cooling off, and went back into my office.  Before I started writing, I opened my email window.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  I needed to get that story out if I wanted to pay the bills, but the image of his cock was all I could see in front of me.  I clicked on the unread email.  There were no pictures this time, and I have to admit I was really disappointed. 

“I see by your profile you live in Texas.  I’m stationed in Abilene.  Where are you?”  He signed it simply, “Mike”.

Mike.  My monster cock was named Mike.  And he was stationed in Abilene.  Have I mentioned yet that I live in Abilene?  I wonder how long it would take me to get to a hotel between here and Dyess Air Force Base.  I can’t invite him to my house, because despite everything I’m about to tell you, I’m not a stupid woman.  I’m really not.  Horny?  Yes.  Stupid?  Not on your life.

I quickly tapped the keys typing out, “Are you stationed at Dyess AFB?  I’m about a fifteen minute drive from there.”  I pushed send quickly before I lost my nerve. 

Holy crap, what was I thinking telling him that?  I’ve hidden my real name the entire time I’ve written smut just so no one tries to hook up with me.  What am I doing here?

I sighed then, because I had to admit the truth to myself before I could admit it to him.  I was about to ask him to meet me at a local hotel and I was going to spread my legs wide for him.  I didn’t bother to flip back to my story window.  There was no point.  I clicked refresh five times before his email got to me.

“Can you meet me at the Wingate Hotel in an hour?”  Just that one simple sentence, and my heart started to beat like crazy.  Of course I couldn’t.  Could I?

I stared at the email for a minute and thought about it.  I just got waxed yesterday, so I was good there.  Had my nails done at the same time.  I mentally went over the lingerie in my drawer.  I had a nice little black number I wouldn’t mind trying out.  My mind was telling me I was an idiot for thinking about it, but my pussy?  My pussy was dripping and my heart was beating fast.  I quickly typed.  “Sure can.  I drive a blue Toyota Corolla.  I’ll pull up in front of the lobby.  You get the room and walk out to my car.  I’ll wait to pull up there until I see you go in.”

I clicked refresh over and over until his email came back.  “Sounds good.  I hope you’re ready to go and go and go.  I have a three day pass.”

I swallowed hard.  I wouldn’t be able to walk on Monday, but I was going to have a good weekend.  I went into my bedroom and threw some clothes into a bag.  Just a couple of outfits and several different sexy nighties.  I wouldn’t need anything more than that.  I doubted we’d leave except to eat. 

I put on my only matching bra and panty set.  You can’t really call the panties that, because they’re almost nonexistent, but they look good on.  That’s all that matters, right?  I pulled on a short skirt and a low cut sweater over the top.  I knew the outfit showed my figure off to its best advantage.  I really couldn’t wait to see his face when we got to that hotel room.  I could look like anything, and he wouldn’t know the difference.  I was sure he’d be pleased to see a sexy young woman in her late twenties.

I’d finish the story Monday.  I was sure I’d be feeling a lot more inspired to write it by then.  I’d probably have enough material to keep me writing for a month from the way he was talking.

I hopped into my car and drove to the Wingate.  I parked across the street and watched him go into the lobby, then pulled up in front of the hotel.  I checked my hair in the rear view mirror.  I was (and still am) a green-eyed blond with big tits and a little waist.  I had men come onto me all the time, but they seemed to get nervous when they found out what I do for a living.  As if they thought they couldn’t possibly measure up to the men I wrote about.  And honestly?  Most of them couldn’t.  I hoped I’d found one who could.

I looked toward the door, and there was my soldier walking toward me.  Mike.  I knew then I’d officially lost it, because I didn’t pull away.  I just let him get into the car beside me.  “Park around back.”  That’s all he said.  No introductions were necessary, though.  He’d read my work, and I’d seen his cock.

I drove to the back of the building and put the car in park, reaching into the back for my bag.  He was in his Air Force uniform.  Have I mentioned men in uniform make me hot?  Of course, this guy was going to make me hotter by taking off his uniform.

He took my bag and I followed him to the back door.  “Didn’t you bring a change of clothes?” I asked feeling stupid.

“I tipped a porter to put them in the room for me.”  He didn’t say anything else, just led me to the room and opened the door.  He let me go in before him and closed and locked the door behind him.  I stared at him with wide eyes wondering what he’d do.  Well, I knew what we’d do eventually, but would he build up to it or just go at me?

He dropped my bag on the floor, and started to unbutton his jacket.  I could have undressed too, but I wanted to watch the show, so I sank down on the bed, and just stared.  He draped his jacket over the back of a chair, and then stripped off his tie.  His dress shoes were next, and he placed them neatly beside each other under the chair.  He stood up straight and unbuttoned his dress shirt, and then stripped off the t-shirt he wore under it. 

I could see his cock making a tent against his slacks, and I smiled.  He was already so hard it wouldn’t take him five minutes to be buried deep.  That’s what I needed, too.  I always hated it when a guy spent an hour or two just kissing before he started to go for the good stuff.  Drove me insane.  I think Mike understood that somehow.

He unfastened his belt and drew it out of his pants, laying it on the desk.  Then he stood in front of me, his feet slightly apart, and he unbuttoned his slacks and lowered his zipper.  He dropped his pants and pulled off his socks.  I was glad.  Men look funny running around in underwear and socks.  I don’t know why, but every time I see that I just want to point and laugh.  I’ve lost a couple of potential lovers that way.

He walked toward me in just his boxers.  When he was six inches in front of me, he caught the waistband of his boxers with his thumbs and pushed them down.  I swallowed hard.  He hadn’t lied about the size of that monster.  I leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of it.  I was ready to get down and worship the thing if he lasted half as long as he said he would.  I was so sick of men who would go for thirty seconds and then say, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”  Hell, no it wasn’t good for me.  I was barely starting when you were finished.

He pulled away from my mouth.  He didn’t want to waste it there any more than I did.  He dropped to his knees at my feet, and pulled off my flats.  He kissed my toes after pulling the first one off.  I squirmed and giggled.  I have this thing for having my toes sucked, but that’s another story entirely.

He stood and pulled me to my feet, stripping my sweater over my head and unbuttoning my skirt.  I stepped out of the skirt and stood before him in my bra and see-through panties.  His eyes traveled up and down me once and he looked into my eyes smiling with satisfaction.  He liked what he saw just as much as I did.  That was a good thing.

His fingers went to the front latch on my bra, unfastened it and dropped it to the floor, and he dipped his head, pulling my nipple into his mouth, while his other hand toyed with the tip of my other tit.  I like having my tits played with, but I was ready to get to the good stuff.  I didn’t say anything, though.  He was obviously having fun.

He pulled his face away and dropped a quick kiss to my lips.  I like kissing a lot better than I like having men play with my boobs.  As long as it didn’t last too long and overshadow the good stuff.  Like his cock in my pussy.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my mouth for his tongue.  I ran my hand over his muscular chest and its fine dusting of hair.  He felt so good to me.

He didn’t take his mouth from mine as he pushed my panties down over my hips and pushed me back on the bed.  One hand went between my thighs and he touched me just for a second, then he pulled his mouth away from mine and just grinned down at me.  “You weren’t kiddin’ about how wet you were.”

I just changed the price of Riding Lessons on Amazon from 2.99 to .99 through Friday only.  If you are at all interested in this story, now is the time to buy it!  On all other websites it will remain 2.99.  The link is here.  

This is one of my favorite stories I’ve written.  I want to have that horse installed in my bedroom.  What horse?  Read it and find out!

I had a story burning my brain and had to write it.  It’s like nothing I’ve ever written.  It’s a historical set in Victorian England all about a lonely maid working in a huge mansion who has *needs*.  Exploring the mansion she finds something that she uses for those needs.  You have to check it out!  I’m including a Smashwords coupon for half off.

You can find it here at Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, ARe, and Bookstrand.  The Smashwords coupon is:  VL99J.

Stella wandered through the old mansion.  She’d been working there as a maid for three months and still hadn’t seen every room.  Today, on her day off, she decided to explore and learn every room.  The elderly woman, who was her employer, rarely left her room and would never notice.

She tried to turn the knob to a room she’d never entered in the southwest wing, but the door was locked.  She tilted her head to the side.  She was curious by nature and wanted to know what could possibly be inside.  She pulled a pin from her hair and wiggled it in the lock.  No good.

She made a face, and decided to come back with her keys later.  As a maid, she had keys to most of the rooms in the house.  The southwest wing was never used, and had been closed off since the old earl had died some years before, so no one would notice if she entered.

She returned quickly to her room, passing a mirror on her way.  She glanced at herself.  Even though she was over thirty now, she’d kept her blond good looks.  Her face and body still had turned the head of enough of the nobility that she’d spent a number of years working on her back rather than with a feather duster in hand.

She was a tiny woman with a curvaceous body.  She was almost a head shorter than most women, but she didn’t mind.  She found men liked her tiny stature.

Now she was back to working.  Her latest benefactor had married and his new wife had objected to his frequent visits to her home.  That was okay.  She just wished she’d been able to find a home with a young male noble living in it to work in. She had a better chance of finding another position as a mistress that way. Oh well.  She could work here until she found something better.

She grabbed her keys and headed back toward the locked room.  As she walked, she passed the arrogant butler.  He wasn’t much older than she was, but he annoyed her to no end.  He’d made it clear he thought because he’d hired her with no current references, she should be willing to show her appreciation in his bed.

He was handsome, and she’d be willing if he asked nicely, but the way he looked at her, as if it was her duty, made her refuse him every time.  Eventually, she’d get desperate enough for a man deep in her pussy she’d do it, but not today.  A chill went through her as she thought about it.  He was a tall, muscular man who would completely dominate her in bed.  Just the thought of it had her pussy moistening.  Someday she would definitely be spreading her legs for that man.  Today was not the day, however.

She continued through the halls until she came to the room.  She slipped her key from her pocket and turned it in the lock.  She hadn’t been certain it would work, but there was no problem.  Walking into the room, she found a huge wooden crate.  What could be inside?

She needed some tools to take it apart to see.  She wandered outside to the stables and asked the stable lad for a hammer.  They’d had a flirtation going since her arrival. He cupped his crotch.  “Is this the hammer you’re looking for?”

She laughed softly.  He was only about twenty, and she was sure he didn’t have the experience to please her in bed, or she might have taken him up on his offer. He was certainly appealing, but if she took a lover for her, and not for money, it was going to be one who knew how to use his cock to bring her pleasure, not just himself.  “Not this time, love. I want the kind I can use to do some real damage to a crate.”

He brought her the hammer.  “Offer’s always open for you, Stella.”

She smiled.  “One of these nights, Johnny, I’m bound to get lonely enough to take you up on it.”

He grinned, kissing her hand.  “See that you do.”

She kissed his cheek and wandered back to the room hammer in hand.  She spent the next hour tearing the crate apart.  Finally, she had it broken down enough to reveal a life-sized horse set on springs like a small child’s rocking horse.  She’d heard horses like this were very popular in the United States, but those were for children.  This was adult sized.

She walked around it looking at it closely.  There were two buttons in the side, and she pressed one.  Nothing happened.  She pressed the other, and from the center of the saddle out popped a metal spherical pole.

She walked closer and looked at it more carefully.  Her hand gripped the smooth cold metal.  Her eyes widened as she understood exactly what it was for.  If a woman were to seat herself on the saddle just right, that thing would slide right into her.  She drew in a breath.  She had to try it.

She went to the kitchen and got a pail of soap and water, carefully locking the door as she left and locking it behind her when she returned.  She scrubbed the entire saddle of the horse, paying extra attention to the cock that sprang up from the saddle.

It was just a bit larger than the average man, but if a woman sat on it, and rocked it just right, she could bring herself to an incredible orgasm.  She smiled to herself.  She wasn’t going to need the stable lad or the butler.  She was going to take care of her own needs in a way that was sure to satisfy her.

She couldn’t wait.  She’d never ridden a horse before, but she’d seen it done often enough that she knew how to go about it.  She pulled her skirt up around her waist and put one foot into the stirrup.  Throwing one leg over the apparatus, she carefully put her foot into the other stirrup.  She lined her pussy up just right and slowly slid herself down over the cock.  She squealed at the cold against her sensitive region, but knew the warmth of her body would have it hot in no time.

She was already soaking wet from just thinking about riding it for the last hour as she prepared it.  Slowly, she rocked back and forth, bouncing on the horse, sliding a bit lower with each slow bounce.

Finally, after a minute, the dildo was fully embedded inside her.  Once it was in, she sat for a moment, just enjoying the feel of the hard steel inside her.  She closed her eyes tightly, thinking back to how she’d become a “loose woman”.

Happy Valentine’s Day!  I’ve made Naked Natalie free just for you!  It will be free Monday and Tuesday of this week.  It’s only available at Amazon, so don’t look for it anywhere else!

If you haven’t read Naked Natalie yet, this is certainly the time.  Natalie is a free spirit who loves loves loves to be naked.  One day on her lunch break, she’s walking through a park, and thinks about how wonderful it would be to dance in the fountain naked.  So she returns at midnight to do just that!  Of course, she gets caught…and spanked.  It wouldn’t be my story otherwise right?

I hope you enjoy it!  Let me know what you think.  It was a fun story to write, and should be a fun read!  If you like spanking, handcuffs and hot sex, of course.  If you don’t?  You probably don’t want to be on my website!

Okay, gang, I’m going to be on a cruise for a little bit.  I will be gone for two consecutive Sundays, so you will just have to do without your Six Sentence Sundays.  I’m sure they’re a highlight of everyone’s week, so I wanted to give you a head’s up.  They’ll resume two weeks from this Sunday.  Everyone miss me!

This week’s six sentence Sunday?  A story that spent a whole month in the top 20 on Amazon erotica.  I think those of you who haven’t read it yet would like it.  It’s my sequel to Daddy Does Dallas, and it’s called Daddy Does Dixie.

Dixie’s mama leaves, and she is left there alone with her step-daddy.  What’s a girl to do with a sexy step-dad and no mama around?

“He’d never spanked her before, but she’d thought about it.  She could just imagine how it would feel to have his hand swat her bare ass.  “I didn’t mean to be bad, Daddy.”  He pulled himself to a sitting position, and pulled her across his lap.  She could feel his cock digging into her belly as he pushed her face down.  He rubbed his hand over her ass cheeks a couple of times, and then swatted her hard.”

Links?  Amazon, B&N, ARe, Bookstrand and Smashwords.  Check it out.  I think you’ll like it.  I know you want a coupon, so here it is:  SD74K.  Enjoy!

Wham Bam Thank You, Pam! will be free on Kindle tomorrow only!  If you haven’t read this book yet, scoop it up while it’s free!  Link is here.

Also, while I have your attention, I expanded Kerri Gets Caught.  The new expanded version is only on Smashwords, Amazon, Bookstrand and ARe, but will soon be on Nook and iTunes.  If you are at all curious about what happened when Kerri went back?  Go find out!

My six sentence Sunday this week is about a fun little story I wrote about a young woman named Brenda who just so happens to be the biggest bitch alive.  Brenda *does* get what’s coming to her in typical Nikki fashion.  Your sentences are below.  I used seven again.  I have counting issues apparently!

“I noticed on your chart that you’ve been diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  You do know that’s just another way of telling you that you’re a selfish bitch who doesn’t play well with others, right?”  He took a step closer to her, leaning over her to intimidate her.

She almost took a step back, but instead, butted her head into his chest.  “I can’t believe you just said that to me!  I’m paying you!”

“I can’t believe no one has ever taken you over their knee and spanked you like the spoiled child you are!”

This story is available at:  Amazon, B&N, ARe, Bookstrand and Smashwords.  Here’s a coupon for a free copy at Smashwords good through Tuesday 1-3-12.  SF96K

Becca is sick of men who won’t meet her eyes.  Yes, she has big boobs, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have eyeballs!  She’s sick of using her vibrator, though, so she goes to a local bar and decides to take home the first man who meets her eyes instead of staring at her boobage.

Becca is now live everywhere, although her cover may change, I’m still going to put a picture of her current cover here.  Links, you ask?  Why, I’d be happy to share links with you!  Amazon, B&N, ARe, Bookstrand and Smashwords.  No coupon for Smashwords, because this one is only .99 to start with.  Excerpt is below the boobs.  You can tear your eyes away, can’t you?

Becca stared at herself in the mirror.  Her face was merely okay.  She wasn’t gorgeous, but she certainly wasn’t ugly.  She had a nose that was a touch straighter than she would like.  Her big green eyes kind of made up for that, though.  She turned sideways and sighed.  She thought for the millionth time about putting eyeball stickers on her tits so for once, men would actually make eye-contact with her.

She was a tiny little thing, except for her bountiful boobage.  She was 5 foot nothing and weighed barely a hundred pounds.  She’d thought many times that losing weight would make them get smaller, and had starved herself more than once.  They never got smaller, though.  She was stuck with these huge ugly things until she could save up enough money to get a boob job, but not the kind most women wanted.  Becca wanted a breast reduction so badly she could taste it.

It wasn’t that her boobs made her self-conscious.  That wasn’t the problem at all.  Becca hated that men thought she was a giant pair of tits with arms and legs.  She could find one, once in an eon, who wouldn’t stare.  More than once men had stared at her tits and said, “You have beautiful brown eyes.”  Her green eyes were constantly offended.  She had high hopes for tonight, though.  Tonight was going to be her night.

She pulled on an extra-tight t-shirt and smiled to herself.  She’d been celibate for too long again.  Tonight was the night.  She was going to the local single’s bar.  The first man to be nice to her without staring at her tits was going to get his world rocked.  Men who stared at her boobs would be allowed to buy her drinks and go home and jack-off thinking about them.

She’d gone through way too many batteries lately in her quest for self- pleasure.  That was going to end.  She wasn’t really looking for a relationship or Mr. Right.  Tonight, she’d be thrilled with Mr. Right Now!

She walked the block from her apartment complex to the bar she’d chosen.  She didn’t want to take her car, because it was easier to just ride home with whichever man was her chosen target for the night.

When she stepped into the bar, she heard the silence around her.  It was filled, as usual, with mostly men.  For some reason, women hadn’t yet figured out that men were at this bar.  As soon as they did, it would be so crowded no one would be able to move.  It was upscale, with nice tables and booths, and an upbeat band.

Becca headed to a table in the corner and sat down, crossing her legs in her short skirt.  She scanned the men in the bar, trying to guess which one would be able to make eye contact with her.  She really hoped it would be the man at the bar with the tight blue t-shirt.  He wasn’t too tall, and would fit her nicely.  His muscles bulged beneath the shirt.  He looked like he could provide the kind of wild ride she was looking for tonight.

Becca prided herself on knowing what she wanted and going after it.  She worked for a mortgage lender, and was the best damn employee that had ever walked through their doors if she did say so herself.  And she did.  Often.  She stared at the back of the man’s head, willing him to look at her. Would he do it?

The lone waitress in the bar wandered over to ask her what she’d like.  The waitress was an older woman who was obviously bored with her job, but didn’t think she’d be out of it anytime soon.  She’d been pretty once, but life had left its marks all over her face.  “Amaretto sour, please.”  The waitress jotted it down and walked off slowly, in no hurry to get her order or anyone else’s.

Becca continued to stare at the man sitting at the bar.  She was certain she could have him on his knees begging for a moment of her time in a few short minutes.  Why didn’t he turn around?

Her eyes moved to the door as another man came in and went to sit by the hottie at the bar.  Hmmm.  Friends?  Or lovers?  She couldn’t help but wonder if the hottie was not as straight as she was looking for.

The newcomer whispered into the other man’s ear, and the hottie turned around and looked at Becca.  His eyes met hers across the bar.  There was no sweep of his eyes up and down her body, as she usually experienced.  It was just a straight eye-shot.  Gay or straight?  Please be straight.  Please be straight.

Both men stood and walked over to Becca’s table.  Mr. Hottie sat down next to her and grinned.  The other man sat on the other side.  Hottie said, “My brother here tells me you were watchin’ me when he came in.”

Most women would have been embarrassed to be caught staring, but not Becca.  She wanted this man and wasn’t shy about it.  “Of course, I was staring at you.  You’re the sexiest man in the bar.”

He laughed.  “I’m Kevin and this is my brother, Kyle.  You lookin’ to get laid tonight?”

Becca grinned.  “Oh yeah.”  Neither man had dropped their eyes below her neck.  She was truly impressed.  “You interested?”

Kevin threw back his head and laughed.  “Course I’m interested, but with one stipulation.  My brother and I do everythin’ together.  You up for both of us?”

Becca’s eyes widened.  She hadn’t expected that.  Of course, screwing two hot men at the same time was on her bucket list.  It was on every woman’s bucket list right?  She eyed the men.  They were both shorter than average, which she liked.  Both had dark hair and brown eyes.  Both looked as if they spent hours a day in the gym.  What would it be like to be with two men?

She watched them considering.  “Maybe.”

Kyle reached out and stroked her thigh, coming very close to the juncture of her legs.  Becca felt a tingle run up her spine as the moisture pooled between her legs.  Kevin moved his chair closer to her other side.  He put his finger under her chin and tilted her face to his.  His mouth slowly descended to hers kissing her softly.

She had never felt anything in her life that was as erotic as having a man’s hand on her thigh while she was kissing another.  She was already so turned on she wiggled in the chair, grinding herself against it to try to relieve the ache.  She’d skipped panties knowing she’d be taking them off soon.  Why waste her best pair when she’d only wear them for an hour?

She wrapped her arms around Kevin’s neck, and Kyle shifted his hand further up her thigh, until he was pressing her clit under her short skirt.  She moaned into Kevin’s mouth as she thrust closer to Kyle’s hand.

After a moment, she tore her mouth from Kevin’s frantically.  “We’ve got to get out of here.  I need someone fucking me and fast!”

Kyle laughed softly.  “So…you’re taking us both?”

She sucked in her breath.  She wanted to, but could she?  The waitress dropped her drink on the table and she gulped it down quickly, thankful for the extra few seconds to think.  “Yeah, let’s do it.”