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Mr. Erotica: A Male Dom Novelette [MultiFormat]
eBook by Jonas Jones
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: His Revenge Began with Handcuffs and a Spanking! Greg and Jill's once passionate sex life is in the pits and has lost its sizzle. Greg's only relief from boredom is reading the stories of his favorite online B & D author, "Mr. Erotica." While he reads, Greg fantasizes performing all sorts of kinky acts on Jill that he would never dare suggest in real life. But when Greg learns the true identity of Mr. Erotica, everything changes. When Jill gets home tonight, Greg has a special surprise in store, where bondage and a paddling are only the beginning. But where will things lead? And what will it all mean for Greg and Jill's relationship? Not even Greg knows, but you will, once you read this intriguing novelette filled with realistic characters, genuine love, and of course, the hot kinky sex you've come to expect from Jonas Jones.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2008
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [261 KB], eReader (PDB) [57 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [32 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [29 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [92 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [101 KB], hiebook (KML) [110 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [98 KB], iSilo (PDB) [26 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [33 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [81 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [48 KB]
Words: 9984
Reading time: 28-39 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!!" "What's the matter, Greg?" "My damn computer won't connect again. A whole fucking day off to myself, and I can't get on the 'net'." Greg sat at the chrome kitchen table in the rented townhome he shared with his long-time girlfriend Jill. He was of average build, with dark curly hair and a closely-trimmed beard and round glasses. He had a dimple in his left cheek when he smiled, which was often, his current show of anger notwithstanding. Angling his laptop computer in the air, Greg vainly searched for a wireless signal. "Just be glad you don't have to go to work on a Saturday." Jill was a legal assistant and one of the lawyers at her practice had to present a major case on Monday. Since Jill was the only assistant in the office without children, she was usually the one who came in for extra Saturday work. While she welcomed the extra pay, she wasn't pleased to have her weekend shortened. She poured herself a cup of coffee, added half-and-half, and plopped onto a chrome chair with a blue, plastic seat cushion. Just as tall as Greg, Jill was soft but lean. Her hair was black like Greg's, but perfectly straight. She wore it in a bob that angled towards her rosy cheeks. She didn't have dimples, but she may as well have for how charming she was. Greg and Jill had lived together for nearly five years. Both of them had been fielding the usual questions from their parents: When are you getting married? Why haven't you gotten married? What about kids? You can't have kids until you're married, and I'm not getting any younger. I want to have grandkids while I'm still young enough to enjoy them. Jill's mom would go so far as to give Jill the business card of a great caterer she'd met, or tell her the cutest idea for wedding favors she'd seen in some crafty magazine. Jill and Greg dutifully responded with the lines of their age: We don't want to rush into anything. We want to wait until we can do it right. Plenty of people our age live together forever and never get married. We want to do what's right for us. But deeper than that, there was another problem neither Jill nor Greg wanted to tell their parents about. In fact, they hadn't even told each other. Neither Jill nor Greg was happy with their sex life. They rolled in the hay once or twice a week, like most of their young, couple friends, but rarely did they both orgasm. Often, they both went to bed unsatisfied and disappointed. Sex felt like an obligation. Not wanting to insult the other, they each put on a good face and said they'd had a great time, but neither of them was excited by the prospect of getting married and committing to this bland, mediocre love life forever. "Well, if you can't get a decent connection, you can always use my desktop." "Thanks, Jill." Greg groaned as his latest attempt to connect failed. "I just might have to." Jill's computer was a good machine, but Greg had really been hoping to use his own today. Mr. Erotica's latest eBook was due for release today, and Greg was hoping to read it and get in a few good wanks before Jill came home. Greg had read erotica on Jill's machine before. So long as he used a different web browser than Jill did, Jill would never notice. All the same, it was more comfortable to jerk off in bed with his laptop than on a clunky machine in the semi-finished basement. Mr. Erotica penned some of the best male dom porn Greg had ever read. He hadn't found a book by Mr. Erotica yet that hadn't left him with fantasies that had him cumming for a week. His tops were brutal and merciless, toying with their slaves mentally while they beat them physically. Whenever Greg couldn't get off with Jill, which was growing more and more often, he thought about one of Mr. Erotica's poor bound submissive girls and within minutes, he would shoot his jism and roll off to a contented, if resigned, night of sleep. The young couple sat at the table in silence--Jill in her early morning stupor and Greg mumbling occasionally at his laptop. A chrome clock ticked on the wall, and they could smell bacon frying upstairs. "Mmmmm..." Jill was nearly done with her coffee. "That smells delicious. Why don't we ever have bacon for breakfast?" "Because we never think to buy it ahead of time." Greg pulled the edges of his laptop screen toward him and shut his computer with a firm click. He sighed. "Well I think you should do something nice for me today." Jill put down her empty cup and looked at Greg. Greg started and blinked his eyes into focus at his girlfriend. "The way I see it," Jill continued, "You're home all day. I'm out working. I should come home to dinner all ready or something. Don't you think?" Greg leaned his elbow on the table and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He didn't want to cook for Jill today; he wanted to read about tits being lashed and cunts being tortured. But, brazen as she was, Jill had a point. Whenever she had a day off and he worked, she cooked for him. Greg was a great cook too, and generally he enjoyed crafting a fine meal, but he was in no mood today; he was a horny bastard. Jill had been too busy at work to fuck all week, so he hadn't even had that meager outlet. "Don't you ever think our lives are too mundane, Jill?" "What, you mean sex?" Greg's eyes flashed open. Was she saying what he thought she was? Was she opening the conversation to something new? "Yeah," Greg said cautiously, "I was just thinking about..." "I know," Jill sighed. "It's been a long week. Tell you what. There's dinner when I get home? Maybe we'll cozy in for a movie afterwards and you know, head to the bedroom for a bit of fun before bed." Greg's heart sunk back down into the mediocre rhythms of his simple life. She was simply offering back up the Manager's Special, which had never really been all that special in the first place. But, it was better than nothing, so he agreed. He would have time to read Mr. Erotica's new story in the morning, and could cook in the afternoon. "You'll come home to dinner, I promise." "Thanks, sweetie." Jill, under the magical spell of caffeine, gave Greg a peck on the cheek before jogging upstairs to shower and dress for work. * * * *Greg shook Jill's mouse and waited for the clunky desktop computer to boot up. The screen was large but of a lower resolution than Greg's laptop, and it felt fuzzy to Greg's eyes at first. The air was musky and slightly clammy at first, but Jill had set up a nice rug in front of her desk and decorated the walls with postcards she had received from friends and family, making the space more comfortable than last time Greg had been at Jill's computer. There was a space heater that toasted up the area nicely and incense ashes scattered the top of a nearby filing cabinet. Once the machine had booted up, Greg opened Internet Explorer from the start menu. Firefox was his preferred browser, but that was the web browser Jill used. Jill was no computer genius, and she wasn't about to go searching, but why invite problems? Internet Explorer wasn't even on the desktop, thanks to Greg's diatribes about the evils of Microsoft. Greg typed in the URL for his favorite erotica site, hotkinkystories.com. Below the page's header, the words New fiction from Mr. Erotica! flashed in bold letters. He clicked, logged in for online story access, and began to read. "She guided his cock into her mouth, his turgid dick brushing against the warm inner flesh of her cheeks. He gripped her ponytail in his fist to keep her head upright, and began to shove his member into her mouth, battering her with his rod until her face was covered in saliva and she felt bruises forming on her lips. She struggled vainly at the ropes that held her arms taut behind her, but found no slack at all." Greg took his own cock in his hand and began to stroke its shaft, his sensitive nerve endings soaking in every sensation. Harder and harder he pumped, as he read about the bound slave being tormented and fucked in every way imaginable. Faster and faster, he jerked his cock in his palm, breathing tight breaths between blissful grunts and then holding his mouth open in a ring of ecstasy. Before he reached the end of the chapter, Greg came, shooting a large wad into his hand. He dropped out of the rolling desk chair and onto the itchy Persian rug, basking in wave after wave of pleasure. He dropped into a light doze right there, recovering from the most powerful orgasm he'd had in weeks. He stroked his cock idly and fantasied about stripping and tying up some poor blond slut to an abandoned building demolition site and leaving her helpless for the afternoon until he came back hours later to fuck her sore. Fully satiated, Greg stretched out on the floor, prolonging his euphoria. Once he stood, he'd be back in his vanilla life with his vanilla girlfriend who may as well be his vanilla wife at this point. Perhaps a rich fantasy life was enough. Perhaps he should be grateful for the funny, kind, beautiful woman in his life. Perhaps kinky sex wasn't as great as it promised on paper. Greg didn't really believe so, but sometimes it was easier to play sour grapes than to realize just how desperately he wanted to whip a helpless slut, take her by her hair and force her onto his cock as she choked and sputtered.
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