Another Smut Alfresco Excerpt
I'm teasing you all here by posting an excerpt from the beginning of my Smut Alfresco story, Being Free, which is set in London's Kensington Gardens. Maybe I'll post a saucier bit later on, if you're good ;)
Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with far more force than was necessary. She flinched, thinking perhaps she might have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal components. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s computer, after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And it would serve them right, too. Bastards.
The reason she was pissed off was the fact she was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous afternoon her useless boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday, no matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the weekend, meaning it was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a pay rise for two years, and when she went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a thank you, let alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, either.
Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try and sack her—she wasn’t doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life any more hellish than it already was.
She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair careening backwards across the room until it hit the wall. She shrugged again, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it had been an accident.
Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed off at her employers, not the environment—she left the offices, setting the alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card into her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay for her stunt on Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was just desperate to get out. Into the countryside, or, given she was in central London, to a green space, at the very least.
From where she worked, Green Park was probably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens were bigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could just be by herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.
Smut Alfresco - Private Hideaway - Wendi Zwaduk (EXCERPT!!)
Here you go! My story is called Private Hideaway and follows my story from Smut in the City (Love of My Life). I couldn't let these two not have a longer HEA. HEre it is!!
Private Hideaway = Wendi Zwaduk
“Perfect.” Torin crossed the room to the bed. “I can’t wait.” He
smoothed her skirt out of the way, then grabbed the strings at the
sides of her panties. “Need you, babe.”
Zoe shivered as the fabric fell away from her body. Her pussy
creamed and she gasped under his inspection. She scooted up on the
bed, her legs spread wide for her lover. Torin groaned and unzipped
his jeans. The denim, along with his boxer shorts slipped from his
narrow hips and revealed the toned muscles of his legs. His cock
pointed to her like a beacon and the blunt head shone with precum.
“Fuck, this won’t be long.” Torin climbed between her thighs,
then tapped his erection on her clit. The move turned her insides to
jelly and electrical sparks fizzled in her veins. She hooked her legs
around his waist and eased him into her pussy.
“Yeah, babe. Like that. Tight and so fucking wet.” Torin gripped
her hips, pushing himself inside her to the hilt. He moved within
her, massaging her pussy with every inch of his cock. “Fuck.”
His voice echoed in the camper. A lock of his hair slipped over his
brow. Torin’s brows knotted and his eyelids drooped. His smooth
thrusts turned frantic and his balls slapped her ass. He shoved one
hand up under her tank top and palmed her breast. Her nipple
pebbled under his touch. She squeezed her cunt around his dick,
holding him inside her. Her heart pounded and she gasped for
“This isn’t going to last,” he bit out and slammed into her. Sweat
glistened on his neck and his cheeks glowed a bright pink. His eyes
Deep in her belly, the first tingles of orgasm hit. She writhed
beneath Torin, grasping at him to bring him closer. He’d been her
only true love, the man she dreamt about, fantasised about. The one
she wanted for all times. His growl ripped through her thoughts. “Fuck. Can’t wait.” His
thrusts turned feral and his panting filled the air. He nudged her
higher up on the mattress, then rested on his knees and hand. Each
thrust rocked her to her core. Torin kept his gaze fixed on her, then
released his grasp on her breast.
“Come with me,” he panted. “Come for me, love.”
Until he gave her the command, she hadn’t realised she’d been
holding in her climax. Zoe arched her back and crossed her ankles
at the small of his back. She dug her nails into his shoulders, despite
his T-shirt, and closed her eyes. The tingles turned into a full blown
tidal wave of lust and desire in her veins. She cried out and her
entire body tensed.