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Hot Inboxes: Explicit Letters

W.D. Lekker

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In these sexually explicit stories, each character makes a confession. A woman has an affair with her pastor, leading her towards BDSM. The pastors wife responds, admitting how she has secretly been a lesbian and hates her husband. A woman remindsMoreIn these sexually explicit stories, each character makes a confession. A woman has an affair with her pastor, leading her towards BDSM. The pastors wife responds, admitting how she has secretly been a lesbian and hates her husband. A woman reminds her best friend with benefits what they did the night before. A woman writes to her Navy SEAL husband, and a divorced couple exchange a war of words.This collection contains previously published ebooks as well as new material. The contents include (not in order)Confession ConfidentialThe Kitten and Her ClawsFor Your Eyes OnlyYou Should Be JealousReverse PsychologyYour Friend With BenefitsGoing OutEach story contains graphic descriptions of adults engaging in consensual sex.Excerpt:So, that brings us to 2am, when the lights went on and last call was announced. We glanced around the bar, and we decided to not stick around. Outside, we waited at a gyro cart and shared a pita. I made a lame joke about how the white tzatziki sauce looked on your lips, and you playfully swatted my arm. I also made a comment about how neither of us had mentioned Beau or Felicia the entire night. Your brows knitted, and said, “Who?” That got a good laugh out of us.We got to our apartment block and took the elevator up to our floor. Instead of parting ways, we went to my place and settled onto the sofa with big bottle of wine. I whipped out a deck of cards, and we decided to end the night with one last game. It only took a few hands- you laid down a full house, and that meant I had to take my bra off. I pouted a bit, sitting there naked. After all, you still had your jeans on – although, you were deliciously shirtless.“What do I have to do to get those jeans off of you?”You shrugged and said nothing. Did I say I HATE when you play hard to get, that way?So, I leaned back on the sofa and spread my legs. “Well,” I slurred, “Feel free to join in at any time.” I began to touch myself, to explore the folds of my vulva with my fingers. I did that while looking at your muscular shoulders and your chest. I licked my lips, staring at the happy trail of hair on your abs, know where that leads. I kept my pace deliberately slow, rubbing delicate circles around my clit. What I was doing certainly caught your interest. I noticed the tent developing in your jeans. Still, you didn’t whip it out, like I sorely wanted you to. “Fine!” I shouted. “I’ll be in bed with my vibrator!” I pouted all the way to my bedroom, pausing by the door for an extra bit of drama. It didn’t do any good, at first. You still stayed there, on the sofa, grinning at me. Part of me wondered if you had passed out with your eyes open. It really is scary when you do that.Anyhow, I plopped myself onto the bed, grabbed my black vibe out of the night stand, and spread my legs. I buzzed it against my clit, while watching you through the doorframe, sitting there. I was careful to not indulge myself too much. I did get a little bit of moral satisfaction, however, when I saw your hand go into your pants. Slowly, you eased your jeans off, showing off a very proud erection. Still, you stayed on the sofa, kneading the tip of your dick between your fingers. I begged you to come to me. You didn’t. YOU BIG TEASE! The prolonged anticipation and expectation, though, was working on me. That, mixed with the dizzying feeling of the vibrator, made me even wetter. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped out of bed and marched to the doorway.