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As is usually the case with Ravenous story collections, there are a mix of any and all sexual pairings in here. The only certainty is that there are three people involved in each scenario. 😉 For my contribution, I have an FFM tale called Carrie and Bridget’s Bucket List.
How about an excerpt?
The nightclub was packed. Sweaty limbs bumped and rubbed against them as they excused their way through the crowd on the main level.
“Let’s get a drink and scope the place out,” Bridget yelled over the music. They wove toward the bar. Two mango margaritas later, they were shuffling back through the crowd.
“I don’t see him.” Carrie knew she sounded disappointed. She was. Something about the smooth-talking, skydiving jump instructor had made her melt from the moment he opened his mouth. Sure, he was gorgeous with his too-long waves of brown hair kissed with sunshine, and those dark chocolate eyes. His looks were almost boyish. He had a carefree smile and dimples that took her breath away. Oh, and she couldn’t forget the muscular body that had been pressed against her during the jump.
But, no, his physical attractiveness wasn’t what made her keep thinking about him all day. It was—no, not his voice, but his presence. Something about him made her legs weak, almost as if her body were trying to preserve itself—to stop her from obeying his every command.
Yet that unyielding personality, his remarkable air of authority, had gotten her out of the plane after she had balked. Bridget, with her jump instructor Maria, was already a crimson ink splotch against the baby blue sky when Carrie had turned to Dario.
“I can’t do this,” she said.
He spoke against her ear to be heard over the plane’s engine and the air roaring past the open door. His breath was scalding against her neck while his accent rolled over her in a sultry wave of words. “You need to do this. Feel that?” He placed a palm against her stomach, and Carrie sucked in a breath. “Yes, you are scared, but you are also excited. You want to experience this rush. This climax of adrenaline possessing your body. There is nothing like it. Let me show you how good it can be.”
And, with his hard chest at her back, she had jumped out of an airplane.
Carrie didn’t know if anything he said was actually sexual in nature. Did he talk like that to every scared skydiving patron? Was his meaning kinked in translation? She only knew her cotton briefs were clinging to her crotch all the way down. And Dario was right. It was amazing. Borderline orgasmic.
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