Bio: Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
After a long day at a business conference, Nate meets Jay over drinks. Then Brooke, Nate’s wife, gives him a devilish idea.
What happens next is beyond anything Nate could have imagined. Brooke’s sexy, playful mind sets the stage for an encounter Nate and Jay will never forget.
After a long day at the Advanced Technology Conference, Nate headed back to his hotel. Making his way through the lobby, he decided he needed a good stiff drink, so he took a detour into the bar where he found an empty seat at the end. So far there were only a few people in the bar, so it was still quiet. The bartender walked up and leaned forward, giving him a good view of her ample breasts. "Whatcha need, hun?"
"I'll take a glass of your oldest cognac, please."
She looked him over. "Hun, our oldest is a Courvoisier XO, and it goes for thirty dollars a glass. Are you sure that's what you want?"
He smiled and tossed her his company credit card. "Yeah, that'll work. You should probably start a tab for tonight. I've had one hell of a day."
Watching her walk away, he couldn't help but notice that she gave her ass a little extra wiggle. The sudden jolt of his phone vibrating in his pocket snapped him out of his stare. Flipping it open, he saw a new message from his wife, Brooke.
Hey, sexy, miss me?
Quickly he typed back, You know I do, baby. :) He tossed the phone on the bar just as the bartender returned with his glass. He pulled the chilled glass toward his face and gave it a quick sniff. The aroma of mixed spices and oranges relaxed him even more. The first sip went down nice and smooth with a hint of grape in the finish.
His phone lit up again with another message from Brooke. Have you checked your n-mail yet? "N-Mail" was the special term for their "Naughty Email Addresses" that they used to send special things to one another. His mind was immediately flooded with sexy images of Brooke and her girlfriends playing together in the hot tub.
Snapping himself out of his daze, he replied, Not yet, baby, just got to the hotel. I'm grabbing a couple drinks to unwind. He took a final drink and signaled to the bartender that he needed a refill, but she was already on her way over with the remainder of the bottle. Setting it down and handing him his card back, she looked over and said with a smile, "This one's on the guy at the end of the bar."
He looked over her shoulder and saw a younger man with spiked black hair smiling at him. Nate's face turned bright red as he smiled back and motioned for his new friend to join him. There was no sense wasting this wonderful bottle of cognac on just himself.
Nate's phone went off just as his mysterious new friend took a seat next to him. It was Brooke again. Well, the girls just left, and we took a ton of pictures for you, that way you won't get so lonely in that hotel room :)
Images of the three of them rocketed through his mind, but as much as he was dying to see them, he couldn't take his eyes off the package that had just sat down beside him. He quickly replied, Baby, I think there's a guy at the bar trying to pick me up…
Kameron Brook: "Girls’ Night Out" (F/F)
"Touch me, Emily. Right here. Right now."
Emily's never been the daring type. Nor the kind of woman who does public displays of affection. But Neeka's order awakens the thrill-seeker hidden deep inside. For three long weeks, Emily has kept her crush on Neeka a secret. Tonight she's going to act out her fantasies and claim the woman of her dreams.
Emily pulled up outside her house and realized she was running late getting ready for her girls' night out with Neeka. The day seemed to have gotten away from her, but she still had thirty minutes to freshen up before Neeka arrived.
After running into the house and tossing her purse on the counter, she made a mad dash to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off along the way.
Pulling the checkered shower curtain aside, she turned on the faucet and waited for the water to warm up. She reached inside and tested the temperature, then slowly stepped into the tub, closed the curtain behind her, and pulled the lever. The water beat down on her ample bosom, teasing her nipples to peaks. The sensation of the beads of water pelting her nipples felt like a thousand licks from a lover. She had the perfect partner in mind -- Neeka.
Her body was on fire, sensitive, and on edge. She looked up at the detachable nozzle, knowing exactly what she must do to take care of some of the ache already building up in her core. Reaching up, she released "old reliable" from its chamber and brought it slowly across her chest. The powerful jets thumped across her breasts and descended while she braced a single leg on the edge of the porcelain tub.
If she had more time, she would have adjusted the power of its stream, alternating fast and slow like a lover's tongue. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to tease her body as usual. She needed relief now, so she twisted the head to hit her full blast.
Over and over, the lines of water pounded against her sex. She braced her back against the shower wall and enjoyed the ride while she conjured up Neeka's face. Those beautiful deep brown eyes gazed up at her while the goddess' tongue flicked, nibbled, and sucked on her clitoris. God, yes, it was Neeka bringing her to orgasm. How she longed to have the woman's face buried between her folds. For now, she took pleasure where she could get it.
Again, "old reliable" did its trick and elicited a scream from her lips. She moaned out Neeka's name again as her legs began to quiver. Her free hand rounded each breast and stopped on her left globe. Taking a pointy peak between her thumb and index finger, she dived into the vast tundra of both pleasure and pain.
When the last tremor of her orgasm subsided, she reached for her strawberry scented body wash and squeezed a hearty amount of it onto her loofah. Using the sponge to scrub away the evidence of a hard day's work, she took extra time to cleanse her sex. A few quick passes through her folds forced another orgasm to soar through her. This time, she had to reach for the handrail to remain upright.
Steadying herself, she placed the showerhead back in its holster and turned off the water, grasping the towel off the rack and drying off one leg at a time before stepping out completely. It was then she heard the front door shut and a voice sound out.
"Hey, Em, it's just me. I hope you don't mind me walking in, but I knocked several times and you didn't answer," Neeka called.
Swiping the back of her hand across the steamed mirror, Emily studied her reflection in the mirror and shouted back, "No, I don't mind. Be out in a sec. Please make yourself at home."
Collaboration by Dirk Tyler and Kameron Brook – “New Beginnings” (M/F)
"Eileen and Mitch have a happy marriage, but they've decided it's time to spice things up. Ashley and Travis seem like the perfect match."
While Eileen and Mitch lay together in bed, their hunger sated for the moment, Eileen thought it was time to mention a fantasy she had yet to fulfill. Her fingernail, a kaleidoscope of shimmering colors, drew lazy circles around Mitch's nipple. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have a threesome?"
Mitch's fingers meticulously worked through Eileen's tangled locks. The strands proved stubborn, just like his insatiable wife. "With another woman, or a man?"
Eileen smiled against Mitch's chest, both at his question and at the hardened nipple. "Either, actually."
"I've thought about it on more than one occasion. The thought of watching your mouth buried between the legs of a curvy brunette or redhead has given me several wet dreams. Hell, babe, it's almost enough to get me hard right now," Mitch said with a devilish grin.
Eileen lifted the sheet that barely covered Mitch's cock and laughed. "Almost enough? Sweetie, your cock is almost at full mast, which I'll happily take advantage of right now." Slowly drawing her leg across Mitch's midsection, she rubbed the crown of his dick against her clit, enticing her sex and preparing it to take his full bounty. "So what about adding another man into the mix? Have you dreamed of this type of ménage a trois?"
Mitch felt his cock coming back to life. With his wife, it only took a look, a single touch, and the blood directed its course from his brain to his dick. Even though he'd emptied his cum into her a few minutes before, his body was revved and ready to go another round. Hell, if she massaged his cock any longer between her slick lips, he wouldn't last two minutes once he sank into her warm pussy. "Eileen, stop teasing my cock and ride me, already. You're killing me here."
She ground her mound against his dick, lubricating it with the juices still dripping out. "Will you answer me, then?" she retorted with a smile.
Mitch's face strained to hold in the excitement from the feeling of her arousal moistening his dick. He tried to shift his thoughts to sports, movies, work -- anything to help keep his load from spilling prematurely. He tightened his grip on her hips, attempting to push them lower. "Yes, yes, fuck yes, anything to get that hot pussy on my cock."
Rising up, she teased his cock with the opening to her pussy, then sank down hard. She continued this torturous move to let Mitch know what he'd be missing if he reneged on his promise.
Eileen worked her hips in slow, tight circles. The motion was torturing her as much as him, but she wouldn't allow herself to increase her speed until he started talking. "You better start spilling or I'll be tempted to hop off and pleasure myself in front of you as punishment for welching on our deal."
Mitch placed a firm hand behind her neck and pulled her chest to his. Holding her there, he whispered into her ear, his voice trembled as he began to disclose his oldest and most personal secret to his lover...
Dirk and Kam Collaboration, “Welcome to the Neighborhood” (M/M/F)
Whit and Miguel are happy together, but when Meaghan moves in next door they decide they'd like to add a third to their household.
Meaghan paused her strenuous workout and stepped off the elliptical. Taking a quick glance out the window and toward the house a mere twenty feet away, she wondered if her audience was salivating this afternoon. Just in case they were lurking in the office, she turned around and gave the possible onlookers a nice view of her ass, which was covered only by spandex boy shorts. A pair so skimpy, it had her cheeks peeking out and teasing the gazes she hoped lingered on her.
She bent over, the shorts crawling up even more, and took her time unlacing her tennis shoes. She didn't have to wiggle her ass in doing so, but if either guy was peeking in on her, she was going to give him a picture they wouldn't soon forget.
* * *
Miguel stood in the shadows and swallowed hard. His temptress was back, again barely wearing anything. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. Damn, he was rock hard watching her body maneuver the elliptical bars, and when she suddenly glanced over his way and did a one-eighty turn, teasing him with an ass molded perfectly to fit his cock, he felt a droplet of come leak onto his shorts.
Yes. He would have her, fill her with his cock, and have her begging never to stop. He cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze, their weight heavy in his palm.
"How long are we going to wait for a piece of that fine ass? She moved in three months ago. What's keeping you, Miguel? Fuck, don't tell me you've gone gun-shy with the ladies."
Lost in his fantasies, Miguel hadn't heard Whit push open the door or step up behind him. His baritone voice broke the room's silence and caused Miguel's cock to swell further inside his gym shorts.
"I don't think a one-night stand will be enough to quench our thirst for her." Miguel reached behind and clasped Whit's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Most importantly, I also need to make sure she'll be okay with us."
Whit rested his head on Miguel's shoulder, a slight smile tugging the corner of his mouth. Miguel never referred to them as an "us." He always assumed Miguel saw them as no more than friends with benefits, and he was damn thrilled to hear Miguel proclaim them as more.
Whit harbored no jealousy regarding Meaghan entering their lives because he too was lusting over her. "It's about fucking time you tell me we're going steady. Does this mean I get a promise ring?"
Miguel chuckled and brought Whit's hand up to his mouth, tenderly kissing the palm. "Sorry, honey, but I assumed since we've only been with each other the last six months, we were officially together. However, if you'd like a symbol of my commitment, I think I still have my letterman jacket up in the attic. It's all yours."
One touch of Miguel's lips on his skin, anywhere, and Whit's cock sprang to action. It was why he'd stopped dating other men. No other guy had this effect on him. They were simply not Miguel. "Okay, I'll forgive the oversight since you're looking sexy as hell, but yeah, get me that coat. Now, back to the outrageously smoking hot woman next door. I think it's time you make your move. It's time. Unless you want me to take the lead after all."
Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Dreams Really Do Come True” (F/F)
Angi didn't plan on sleeping with her co-worker. She was still getting over a failed relationship. However after a night of movies, and too much wine, Angi passed out and then the most vivid dreams occurred. When she woke, she didn't fight the spark brewing all night. Angi took the initiative and made her dreams come to life.
You can find out more about Kameron and Dirk at:
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam
Amazon Author Pages: