If you’re still on the fence in terms of buying this erotica bundle, I’m here to give you a free taste. Below is an explicit excerpt from my story, “Hitting the Rebound.” To put it in context, Ford Stratham, the hapless protagonist of The Tattletale: a Romance, is in another spot of bother. Living in Orion, California, a fictional town like a decadent and depraved version of San Diego, he works at the community college and is dating a Latina diner waitress. One day, his girlfriend is at the diner pulling a double shift. He ends up dealing with her little sister, who had recently been dumped. His negotiations with the little sister take a turn for the hot and horny. Enjoy!
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Milena sighed with a loud flap of the lips. She picked at her Band-Aid with a bored look on her face. Even her glowy rectangle, the omnipresent Smartphone, gave her no solace.
“I’m bored. Wanta fuck?” she asked.
Ford, taken aback, could only stutter.
“I–,” he said. “Um, well.”
“Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
“No, no, don’t. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t play that game. It’s obvious. I’m sorry, I’ve seen it done too many times.”
“You don’t want it?”
“Yes, no, yes. Dammit, stop!”
Her hand found its way to rest on Ford’s fly.
“I think you want to.” She smiled as he hand attempted to slide into his jeans.
“Don’t do this, Milena. I have to grade papers. I have to make lunch. You should leave.” All this tumbled out in a rapid cascade, an unthinking blabber.
“I want to fuck you.” She slid over, her lips close to his ear, her voice a silky whisper. “And I know you want to be inside me.”
“Fuck off, you whore!” Ford blurted as he pushed her away. “No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you that. You’re not. I can’t. I just can’t. As much as I want to, I just can’t.”
“You and Tania? What are you engaged or something?”
“No, but you’re her sister.” He couldn’t emphasize it with any more clarity.
“So?”
“Didn’t you hear me. You are Tania’s sister. Equals: not gonna happen.”
Granted, Tania and Ford’s relationship constituted fuckbuddy status, but even Ford conceded such a thing came with its own set of limits. Random one-night stands not really forbidden, although neither voiced it in such stark terms. Still, even in a relationship so porous, so nebulous, so informal, you didn’t sport fuck her sister.
Least of all in her apartment while she worked a double at a shitbox diner.
By the time Ford formulated these thoughts, his lips tasted Milena’s. He tasted her tongue and realized his hands now caressed her clothing with a psychotic desperation; a hand on her blouse, palming her breast, and the other cradling her tight firm ass. In those seconds, his cock, now eager and erect, threatened to burst through his jeans and explode with spermy abundance.
“NO!!!” he shouted, throwing Milena off again.
“Fuck you, maricon!” she spat with venom. “Eres un mariposo with grading your papers, you with un pene de soga, you limp dick!”
“God, seriously. I really wish you did call for One Direction tickets.”
“What?”
“That’s why I thought you called. Not, you know, guy trouble and shit.”
“You think I listen to One Direction? How old do you think I am?”
“Your sister said you were a freshman.” Was this a break from the sexual tension? Ford thought. “As you can probably tell, I’m phenomenally out of touch with today’s pop cultural trends.”
“Christ, you sound like a fucking textbook. ‘Pop cultural trends,’” She let out a belly laugh. “My Little Pony blah blah blah gender roles discursive modernity Foucault Transformers: Rise of the Fallen makes my dick hard cuz I totally dig big-ass robots and shit.”
“Okay, that’s seriously funny. Do you even know what discursive means?” Ford said with a laugh. “Although, to be fair, some of my fellow colleagues don’t even know. Just plop that word down and a couple Foucault and Derrida references in your article and bam! Published. And the Transformers movie wasn’t that bad.”
She looked at him, dumbfounded, like he started speaking Ancient Greek.
“It wasn’t that good either. But, you know, big robots and shit. I do exist outside my role as college professor. I’m not a piece of meat.”
“That’s debatable,” Milena said with an impish smirk.
“Can I be serious for a moment?”
She nodded.
“I would really, really, really like to fuck–make l—you know, have sex with you. Sorry, that sounds too clinical. But I just can’t. Least of all in your sister’s apartment. You’re gorgeous, the guy who dumped you is a total idiot, and I’m sure finding another guy to fuck on a recreational basis won’t be hard. Just not me. Please, not me.”
Even as he said these words, Ford knew he lacked the ironclad conviction required. He plowed onward.
“I used to be engaged. Then I had a trip to England. It was because I was working on a project with my Ph. D advisor. Long story. In any case, the point being: I started having sex with his daughter. It didn’t end well. It didn’t end well at all. My fiancee dumped me. I had to leave my Ph.D. program. It was only after a lot of hard work and bending over backwards for total assholes that I finally got my Ph.D. But now I’m working at the bottom and I have to claw myself out.”
“You sound like an Afterschool Special.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”
“She doesn’t have to find out.”
“She is working a double today. Won’t be home until at least eleven tonight.”
“It’s not even noon yet,” Milena said.
“Your argument is persuasive, but I’m standing by my principles,” he said, then adding, “Dammit.”
“Say that again.”
“I’m stand–”
Their mouths met again.
“You’re making a bad decision,” he said between kisses. “You’re not right in the head. Emotions leading you.”
She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more of her nymphic body, slender and caramel-colored.
“Don’t make me your rebound,” he pleaded, fake-pleaded. “Don’t do this to get back at what’s-his-name?”
“Too much talking,” she said, bra unsnapped and momentarily suspended on her buoyant breasts.
Ford stopped talking. Then his mouth busied itself on her nipples, tonguing each until they hardened into little buds. His mouth engulfed her breast, his tongue giving way for his teeth to clench on a brown nipple and to pull it.
She mewled like a kitten.
Ford worked hard to unbuckle her jeans while Milena fumbled with his zipper. With his jeans around his ankles, he got up and pushed Milena back on the couch. He pulled her jeans down to her ankles and then slid down her panties. Nearly naked, he ripped off her jeans and panties to begin licking the short black hairs between her legs. She moaned while Ford’s tongue explored her labial folds and then discovered the treasures of her inner cunt.
“Oh God, oh fuck,” she groaned.
He fingered her pussy and found the pink jewel. Licking it made Milena jerk. She breathed hard, attempting to control the ferocious spasms wracking her body.
Then he inserted a second finger into her cunt.
Then three.
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