My Erotic Adventure is a sensual, witty and playful romp that follows you, the main character, through one daring night of opportunity.  Will you accept an indecent proposal, try your hand at S&M, attend an anonymous orgy, or risk having sex in public?  Will you allow yourself to be videotaped, enjoy a threesome, or chance finding love through expressions of lust?  Only you can choose the next step. 

This erotic exploration of flirtation, dalliance, and sexual self-expression promises to educate, entertain, and enthrall women and men of all ages and backgrounds.  As the narrator of your own story, you’ll navigate real-life sexual dilemmas, experience surprise endings that leave you laughing, and luxuriate in steamy scenes of lustful abandon.  With unexpected twists and 48 unique endings, My Erotic Adventure is sure to broaden your horizons, bring a blush to your cheeks, and make you long for more. 

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…“How did you get into that line of work, Trevor?” I inquire.

He sighs, tilting his head to the side and observing me like the coveted trophy in a showcase. Clearly, he has decided to change the play.

“Really?” he asks, leaning back and blinking at me coyly. “Of all the things that you could ask me… that’s what you really want to know?”

Oh me, oh my, I think.  He’s really going to push my boundaries tonight. Well, here goes…

Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage and…

•   ...ask Trevor why he remembered me.                                                            PAGE 12

•   ...ask Trevor what he’d like to do to me right now.                                        PAGE 15

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Well, I think, as long as I’m being bold, I may as well go for it.

I gather my courage, scoot my chair forward to ensure that my calf is gently touching Trevor’s leg, and say, “If that’s the way you want to be, I’ll ask you what I really want to know. What would you like to do to me right now?”

The corner of his mouth creeps higher into a crafty, almost-sneer. I’ve surprised him, and he’s pleased to have met a woman with daring.

“How badly do you want it?” he asks, his voice lowering and reeling me into his world.

“Oh, I want it,” I reply, with a smirk of my own, barely recognizing my own voice. “Have you got something to tell me?”

Grinning, he leans forward and unleashes a torrent of wonderfully filthy suggestions. His breath is hot against my ear, my neck, his fingertips tracing the back of my hand, climbing my arm, leaving behind a trail of gooseflesh. His lips are so close, they almost brush my cheek, but he’s careful to leave me craving more. 

His hand continues its path, his thumb barely grazing the swell of my breast, caressing my upper arm, my shoulder, fingernails lightly scoring the nape of my neck until his fingers are cupping the back of my head, entwined in my hair, tensing as he reads my reaction.

And my mind… my mind cannot help but be driven by the images he’s breathing into me ― kisses so deep it feels that he’ll devour me, and I would let him; the sound of taffeta and tulle, tearing as he renders my dress asunder in his urgency to reach the body beneath; my cries of passion as he devours my sex, working my body in ways I’ve never imagined, heedless of the crowd of shocked on-lookers.

I thought I wanted it? I had no idea how much.

•   I’ll drag Trevor off to find some privacy.                                                    PAGE 21

•   I’ll take this party to the dance floor.                                                           PAGE 24

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I feel like I’ll explode into little sparkly bits of frustration if I don’t get this man somewhere I can tear his clothes off and vice versa. Since I’ve somehow ended up sitting in his lap, I plant my hands firmly against his body (Oh God, his body, he’s so…!) and press myself into a standing position. Once I regain my balance, my hands become fists as I grab the lapels of his jacket and pull him up to join me.

“You, me, private… now,” is all that I can manage.

He nods in wordless, grinning agreement, takes my hand in his, and we race off to seek out a less-public corner in which to continue this delicious discovery. His hand squeezes mine, his other palm against my lower back, around my waist, cupping my ass, he simply will not give me a moment’s rest, and I don’t want one.

“There, in that corner,” I pull him into an alcove, partially shielded by a potted tree. It’s further from the main body of party-goers, private enough, and it’s here, now.

Approaching our destination, I swing my body around in front of Trevor, one hand on his chest bringing him to a halt, and consider my next move.

•   I’ve got to kiss him.                                                                                    PAGE 43

•   I’ll give him my best ball gown lap dance.                                                 PAGE 47

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Placing my lips next to his ear, I whisper, “Stay right here,” and quickly bring over a chair from the nearest table. Sliding it up behind him, I give just enough of a push that he drops back into it with a gasp of amazement.

Slowly, calling forth every ounce of womanhood I have, I reach around from behind him, dragging my hands across his chest and letting my body sway to an imaginary rhythm. 

Running my index fingers up the inside of his jacket, I pull it aside, leading him to shrug out of it willingly. With one hand in his hair, toying with his earlobe, teasingly brushing his jaw line, I pull open his bow tie with my other hand and begin unbuttoning his shirt.

I’m nervous. This is new territory, but his desire for me is palpable, and that lifts my confidence. Short of falling on my ass, which is a strategic concern in my ball gown, there is likely very little that I could do wrong at this point. Working with my internal beat and the sway of my skirts, I prowl around in front of him, moving my hips languorously from side to side, running my hands up and across my breasts, tracing an imaginary path for his tongue, his eyes following my progress hungrily.

Oh, to move like a real woman! I realize now how much I’ve been holding back, fitting in, being the polite, appropriate young lady that society seems to want. But this is what I was made for, why I’m curvy and soft and have movement built into my very soul. I am an expression of joyful lust and abandon.

I tease him, at times moving close enough to touch, to smell, but not yet to taste… twisting my hair to reveal the nape of my neck, the smooth expanse begging for a nibble, a kiss, a bite. 

I reach back and unzip a few inches of my bodice, revealing more of my sensitive spine, sitting back into his lap and allowing him to lower the zipper further. And then I’m up again, once more facing him, lifting the hem of my dress to reveal my stockings; above, my panties moist. I can see how much he wants me, but I’m enjoying being in control.

•   I’ll let him go down on me.                                                                  PAGE 84

•   I’ll go down on him.                                                                             PAGE 86

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I lift my skirts a little higher, the height of one hand’s grasp, and place one satin-clad foot between his parted legs, nudging it gently forward until I can feel his heat in the tips of my toes. With my free hand, I trace a light path across the flesh of my inner thigh, down to my knee and then back up until my palm is cupping my steaming sex.

“Touch it,” I growl.

He needs no more encouragement. With surprising speed and strength, Trevor wraps one arm about my waist, the other hand pressed to my damp panties, and lifts me into the air, propelling me backward. My body knocks against the wall, but I don’t even notice because he’s kissing me now, the pressure of his body holding me slightly aloft. His tongue explores my lips, my mouth, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spots on my neck and earlobe, and then his thumb pulls my panties aside to gain access to my clit and his fingers are inside me working my G-spot.

Oh, My, God… I didn’t know I had such a place inside of me, full of tension and the promise of release. I moan and writhe with pleasure, thoughts of right and wrong consumed in the heat of ecstasy. The only thing left is want, and I know what I want.

“Lick me,” I say, grabbing his head and forcing him to look at me. “Use that gorgeous mouth to make me cum.”

“Oh, hell yes,” he murmurs, lowering my feet to the floor. He raises fingers slippery with my juices and licks them while I watch, nearly overwrought with anxious anticipation. “Gladly.”

He pushes me over to the nearest table and starts to lift the tablecloth to provide some cover, but I’m not sure I can wait any longer.

•   I’ll climb under the table with Trevor.                                                     PAGE 117

•   I’ll make Trevor eat me out right here on top of the table.                       PAGE 127

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