The Erotic Fairy Tale Theatre is proud to bring you a story of magic, sex, and love--not necessarily in that order!
John Kalt is cursed. He keeps in the darkness, hides in the shadows and ignores the rest of the world. He is ashamed of his appearance and he knows he will always be alone because who would ever love a beast?
Angela Masterson has been hired as John's contact with the outside world. She has fallen head-over-heels for her employer despite his monstrous appearance. To Angela, he is beautiful. He is kind, loving, and she only wants to love him.
How can she convince him to give in to temptation and take her without consequence?
The CURSE OF DESIRE is loosely based on the fairy tale, Hans my Hedgehog by the Brothers Grimm. The blood and gore has been safely removed and replaced with lust and desire.
Enjoy!
EXCERPT:
John licked her plump lips and relished in the new
flavor. She tasted like sunset on a
clear, autumn day as the warmth from the hot summer faded into the comforting
cool of fall. And yet any sort of chill
could not suppress the heat burning in his veins. His blood boiled as he was engulfed with more
than just kissing the object he craved.
His thick cock pushed against her soft thighs. He pressed himself closer. With each squeeze of her shoulders, his
muscles violently contracted and tensed as if he needed to slam her down on the
white tiles and fuck her senseless. Fuck
her brutally. Take her without
consequence.
His tongue darted in and out of her slightly opened
mouth as his fingers began to roam. They
left the vicious grip on her arms as they climbed up her neck and then danced back
and forth on her tempting collarbone.
Dear God, the feel of her skin even through the well-knitted sweater
drove him crazy. He needed to remove the
fabric that kept him from his obsession.
It blocked his way like metal bars, keeping him far from her, keeping
his beast caged.
His fingers came together at her chest, feeling her
heart pound mercilessly against his fingertips as he slowly unbuttoned her
top. His tongue was eagerly lapping her
mouth when something collided with his lips.
Angela’s hands pulled his hair and brought his face closer to hers as
she shoved her own warm, wet tongue deep within his mouth.
John groaned throatily and ripped off the remaining
buttons. This was happening. And it would not be slow. Passion had the blood racing faster than a
speeding bullet. The outside thunder
rolled and lightning struck the sky.
Clotheslines pelted at the window as the wind howled in utter violence
and rapture.
It was almost a fast dance as John moved her from
one embrace to another. He could not
remain still. He could not merely kiss
her as he stood in one place. His body
was antsy as if a thousand biting insects were gnawing at his skin. He had to move. He had to pull her closer…
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