Thought everyone could use a touch of kink today. Why? Because kink is awesome and delicious! And a little bit of Zeke will go a LONG way to making any day great!!!!
Kinky sex in a pitstop bathroom. One of Zeke’s dirtiest fantasies. Being himself could cost him everything or win him the submission of the one woman who truly matters. His wife.
Zeke has found himself standing in the position to fulfill his every wicked, kinky fantasy. The person giving him the keys to his freedom? His wife. Aslan. The one person he promised to protect, honor and cherish. Protect. Even from himself. Especially from himself and the cravings running through his veins.
But she said she wanted him to drop his self-imposed chain and let his monster out of its cage. But what if his wants are too much? Too sick? Too dirty? What if he pushes her away? What if he scares her?
What if he doesn’t?
Can she truly handle his needs and desires? Or will his demands change their lives forever, morphing an amazing love into something horrible that he will hate himself for?
He’s standing at the precipice of everything he’s ever dreamed, but thought was out of reach. To take the next step is up to him. Play it safe or finally be real with the only woman who has ever truly mattered?
Their answer is only a pitstop away…
This is the second short story in a serial release all featuring Aslan and Zeke. A married couple looking for more and finding it in the arms of each other. There will be nine stories total, with one being released every couple months. Short kinky stories meant to tantalize and excite you. May you fall in love with love and everything that word means to your fantasies…
Yes Sir. Quite ready.
The words tunneled inside his head as he let the imaginary chain fall to the ground. But it wasn’t the words that had him climbing out of the SUV. That was due to the attached picture of his wife’s panties sitting next to her purse on the kitchen counter at home, where he’d told her to leave them both before she left the house.
Before she drove a few minutes from their house to the pitstop on the highway. Before she came to meet him. Before she came to submit to him.
Game on, ran through his mind.
He loved his wife and trusted her implicitly. She’d convinced him over the last weeks—and hours and hours of conversation—that she wanted this. Needed this. And if he were owning up to it, so did he. And he had every intention of making up for lost time. One more text was all he needed to send before approaching the sliding doors of the large convenience store.
Raising his phone, he texted his wife her first set of instructions.
Get a slush. Strawberry, since I know it’s your favorite. You have five minutes.
I’ll find you.
It didn’t take long for her response to ping his phone.
Smiley faces, hearts and an icon of a strawberry were her answers.
Such things probably shouldn’t make him harder, but they did.
Everything she did turned him on. Every look, every outfit, every moan.
Rock-hard didn’t touch how horny he was for his wife.
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.