The Promise Available Now!


Here is another new release by my friend and author Shauna Marie. Her first book, you may recall, is Mending Hearts. The newest novel by her is The Promise. It is available now on Amazon.  Or the short link:

I’ve read The Promise, loved it! Review to follow shortly. I’m excited for her and you. Get this book if you are looking for adventure, romance, and suspense. Oh, I forgot to mention… Sex, hot dripping sex and lots of it!





(c) Copyright 2018 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved.

I’ve watched the whole season… these large, cut, dark, light, brown, bald, men strip off their uniforms to shower. Men, they don’t have a shy bone in them, when it comes to showing women their ass or cock.

Yes, I’ve seen these professional athletes, stroke themselves in the shower, inviting me to join them. How stupid do they think I am? If I haven’t rolled my eyes once, I’ve rolled them a thousand times this season. I’ve been with most of the guys for three years. Not one time have I taken the bone. You’d think by now they’d have given up. But that thing that dangles between their legs insists that no woman can resist their meat.

The outcome of the game determines the energy in the locker rooms. And the trajectory of their third leg.  The winner’s locker room is high on testosterone while the loser’s room makes menstrual cramps seem like a happy place. And each game the energy switches. I always hope to get the losers. They tent to be so aggravated and pissy, they don’t even notice I’m a gorgeous tall blonde bombshell.

Please, I’m not being conceited, I hear it all the time. I know how and when to use it.  Yes, I’m one of those bitches. How do you think I got this job, my looks alone? A little, but no, a little manipulating goes a long way.

Finally, the room is clearing, the hormones lessening and I see all the ‘let’s get it on’ eyes, hips and tongue gestures as they leave. It hits me finally, I’m getting dizzy from my constant eye rolling. Faster and faster the noise level dims, I’m waiting for my partner, Mike, to finish up interviewing with the coach.

I’ve been on my feet for the past hour and my calves are burning from wearing five-inch heels. I take a seat on the long wooden bench and sit quietly thinking about a warm bath, wine, candles and alone time. My ears perk at whispering around the corner from me. I pulled a long strand of blonde hair over my ear to hear better.

“Take it. Just find a girl that will fuck his brains out.” a raspy voice demanded.

“You know he won’t do that.  He won’t even shower with the guys.” a younger guy protested.

“Get his ass drunk, have the girl work him and find out what the hell he is hiding.” the old man grumbled, “It must be small or non-existent.” He coughs hard while trying to laugh.

“All right Mr. Carmen, but this is a waste of money.”

I hear a shuffle of feet, “I need that boy in my back pocket. Do. You. Understand?” the gravel-voiced man said punctuating each word. “You won’t want me to have a talk with your wife now, would you?”

“Hey, okay. No, just, please don’t tell her nothing. I’ll do it” the younger voice answered desperately.

“I thought so.” Soon I the locker room doors open then shut and a set of footprints pad back in my direction.  I quietly and but quickly rose and made my way to the coaches door leaning against it looking bored.

Around the corner, a young man, tall, lean, wearing a white t-shirt and well-fitting jeans stop suddenly when he saw me. He looked me up and down then gave me a cocked crooked smile, “Waiting for the coach?”

“No, my partner,” I answered. “Who are you? I’ve been covering these games for few years, I don’t recall seeing you?”

“Just recruited, but not ‘technically, yet.’ You know what I mean.”

I nodded, “Jill Boulder,” I said extending my hand.

He looked at my extended hand then took it, “Charlie Maser, good to meet you.” He paused then asked, “You wouldn’t be by any chance available tonight. The guys are having a celebration party. You’re welcome to come.”

I laughed more to myself. That line was not going to work on me. “I don’t date the ballplayers.”

“Whoa, I wasn’t asking you to be my date. Anyway, I’m married.” Charlie explained. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

“My mistake.” The jet tub, the bubbles, the wine, and candles danced out of my head. I wanted to see what this guy was up to. And I wanted to know which player he was going to screw over. I mentally patted myself on the back, this could be a very interesting story.

Temporarily Replaced: Dripping with Revenge, FREE EROTICA BOOK ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

My second book is out, Temporarily Replaced: Dripping with Revenge. I had fun with this one. As you know, I write quick short stories filled with titillating scenes… I don’t hold back. I tend to write with various kinks, why stick to one? A girl can experiment, right?

A little about Temporarily Replaced: Dripping with Revenge, by Akayla Furrows

FREE HOT AND SEXY EROTICA BOOK ON KINDLE UNLIMITED NOW!  Now AVAILABLE on AMAZON…if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited as I do, it’s there too!

Emma, a smart businesswoman, employed to place temporary workers on assignment suspects her husband’s sudden change in office hours of forbidden sexual encounters. His long hours, no interest in foreplay, much less sex give her no choice; She must take the plunge and find out the cause.
Nothing Emma could have imagined would have prepared her for this. Or how she felt about it. Could the object of her husband’s interest leave Emma dripping with revenge?

Book Review: Mending Hearts by Shauna Marie

Available now on Amazon

I read Mending Hearts in two nights. Very late nights. Got to a point, well, I had to turn to my husband and …. I’m not telling…..

Anyway, no spoilers here. Safe to read. I hate it when there is no warning and whoops – the big giveaway. Not here.

Oh, god, where to start…? Okay, Cade and Sophia have a, well, very tragic love story. Suggestion – Get out a box, a BOX, of Kleenex for this one.  Mending Hearts will have you bawling in some scenes, surprised in others and like, WTF! In a few. The author, Shauna Marie weaves the fight for love in this erotic romance beautifully. Reads so well, I read some parts to hubby 😉  To say the least, he even approved. Melted our sheets – LOL!

So if you are looking for a dark erotic romance story, with titillating sex-athon scenes, you’ll definitely enjoy this story in more ways and than one.

Can’t wait to see what erotic darkness Shauna Marie serves up next!  Oh, if you are a fan of Mia Ford or Willow Winters, this is a gotta read story for you!

Mending Hearts: A Dark Second Chance Romance

I wanted to post my friend’s novel.  She writes erotica novels and I write titillating short stories. Excellent book! Filled with mystery, sadism, suspense and of course, romance.  For those of you that want a Happily Ever After (HEA) this is the book for you!  I will be doing a book review shortly both on Amazon and here.  The book is a FIVE star read!

Now available on Amazon! Mending Hearts by Shauna Marie

A little about Mending Hearts: A Dark Second Chance Romance

Five years ago, I watched as Cade Johnston, the man who owns my heart, said “I Do” to another woman. He left me with the best part of him. Now he wants me back. I loved him once, he devastated my world, annihilating my heart. Can I do it again?

Sophia Morgan is the love of my life, there were things she didn’t know. I am finally free of the past that haunted me. Free to love her the way she deserves, and I will do anything to make that happen. Can our love survive the tragedies, the betrayal, the lies and the deceit? It all has to come to an end in order for us to Mend Our Broken Hearts.

He will not win. He cannot have her back, she is mine, he was too much of a pussy to own her the first time. I will not make the same mistake. There will be hell to pay for the betrayal. She thinks I’m soft, she’s about to learn what kind of monster lurks within.


FREE HOT AND SEXY EROTICA BOOK ON KINDLE UNLIMITED NOW!  Now AVAILABLE on AMAZON…if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited as I do, it’s there too!Available Now on Amazon!  Begging Becky: An Online Hookup

Internet dating may be the new dance club scene for hooking up. The best part of dating on the Internet is, wait for it… you don’t have to be concerned with how you’re dressed or if you’re dressed. Becoming smutty is verbal and sometimes not so verbal if you’re using a high-quality HD camera. Getting face to face is easy.

Becky, young, sexy and beautiful, was desperate. When one is desperate one tends to make very bad, and naughty choices. Becky was no different. Although, Becky’s choices may put her in danger. But when your body calls you to action, more like demands it, what choice do you have? Find someone to share it with who needs it just as bad.

Becky hoped to find a partner to help her with her problem… spoiler alert… achieving an orgasm. Would ‘Massive’ live up to his screen name? And make Becky drip with anticipation?

Hello Internet, let’s party!

What’s Your Desire?


© 2017 by Akayla Furrows.  All Rights Reserved.

She whispered softly in his ear. Her breath warm and caressing, “Love, tell me what you desire?”

He closed his eyes, took in her sweet musky scent. Images played out in his mind. His ‘desires’ were dangerous, kinky, scenes with multiple women allowing him to do as he pleased. He wanted to experiment with the feel of each cunt as it squeezed his cock. He wanted to taste the difference, smell, compare each woman. She was not enough for him. No one woman was. His cock demanded variety, as well as his mouth.

There was only one way this woman might satisfy him tonight.  He moved so quickly fisting her long blonde hair and shoving her up against the wall roughly. “Listen, bitch. I have a question for you.” He grabbed her face with the other hand, then licked chin, cheek to ear and whispered. “Do you want me to cum?”

He held her tightly. Maybe she would bruise, he didn’t care. His cock was full, hard and wanted attention. But not the kind of attention little boys wanted. He pressed against her hard, “Answer me. Do you want to make me cum?”

The beautiful woman nodded, her eyes moist from pain. “Good. I have a couple of men outside. They are going to fuck you. Not me. You couldn’t get me off by yourself, cunt,” he hissed in her ear. “Do you have a problem with that? I want to see them rape you.” Her eyes widened in fear.

He loved doing this to women. Word had gotten around at clubs he was wealthy and a brutal fuck.  Women wanted it.  So he enjoyed giving it to them in spades. Clients were not allowed to disclose what fantasy he provided for them. Just that if they enjoyed it, they could recommend him.  This time he chose to administer an experience of being raped.  The fear, the brutality of it. A pseudo-rape paid for by the women he held against the wall.

His dark eyes narrowed seeing the fear in hers. Blood pounded and pumped throughout his hard cock. He hadn’t done this fantasy before. He blinked trying to focus, “You can scream as loud as you want,” He shoved his body against her, “there is no one around to save you. I hope you are not particularly fond of your clothes?” He growled and grabbed the collar of her dress and ripped it down to her hips. She was braless.

He grabbed her wrists and held them against the wall with one hand. Looking at the huge, hard fake tits, he leaned down and bit one. She yelled out in pain. Then he sucked on it enjoying the hard nipple against his tongue. He knew he had to stop or his cock would be in her so fast. So he stepped back and slapped her. Black tears ran down her face. Not so pretty now, he thought.

He stepped away to exam her. “Don’t!” he yelled as she tried to cover herself. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She stood there leaning against the wall, dress ripped and streaks of black down her cheeks.  She shivered but said nothing.


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© Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved.


Ronov carried me through the game trail, now becoming worn from continuous use. My skin chilled with goosebumps from the cold rain and wind.  Up here in the Northwest, there is no such thing as a warm rain even in the summer. I shivered in his arms, my face planted against his chest. His heart pounded from exertion, I wasn’t heavy, but he had been carrying me for about fifteen minutes. I couldn’t see the cabin through the brush, but Ronov knew the area well. “We’re here.” He said breathing hard while carrying me up the porch steps and into the front room of the cabin.

“I feel like such an idiot,” I said as he placed me down on the large brown leather sofa. I was soaked to my skin. My clothes suctioned to me.

Ronov took off my hiking boots and examined my left ankle. His touch was light and warm. I shivered and took in a deep breath. He gently moved my foot asking if it hurt. “Of course, it hurts. I stupidly wasn’t looking and… and” I breathed out and bit my lower lip hard. I could feel my eyes burning, and I wasn’t about to cry in front of him.

“Well, from what I can see, it doesn’t appear to be broken,” Ronov said looking up at me.  He cocked his head and furrowed his brow.  “We need to put ice on it.  Um, I grab some.”

Before leaving to get ice, he took a couple pillows from the couch and placed them under my slightly swollen ankle. I could hear the rattling of ice and the freezer door close. He brought me a ziplock bag of ice and handed it to me. I winced as I pressed the pack against my ankle and shivered at the coldness against my skin.

Ronov pitched a couple of logs in the fireplace and started the fire. He removed his soaked shirt and continued to feed the fire kindling. The flame grew more substantial, the light of the warm fire creating a silhouette of his kneeling frame. I watched as muscled moved, rippling through his tan skin. His arms broke twigs throwing them into the flames. Beads of water rolled down his back. He gave his wet head a good shake and continue breaking twig.

I was shivering from cold, the warmth of the fire not reaching me.  At the far end of the couch, a  blanket lay folded. I reached for it and pulled it up over me. My movement startled him. Ronov shook his head before standing and looked at me.  I continued to shiver and pulled the blanket up higher to my mouth hiding my chattering teeth.

“You’re not hiding anything by pulling it over your lips.” He stated crossing his arm. “We’re going to have to get you out of those clothes.”

“We’re? As in us?” I shook my head. “Please just get me some clothes, and I can do it myself.”

Ronov shrugged, then came back with a navy blue long sleeve sweater and grey sweatpants. “Do you think you can really do this by yourself?” He passed me the clothes, “Go ahead. Shout if you need me.”

Did I need him?  And then thought;  Do I need help? Do I want his help?  Did I want his fingers touching my body?  I shook my head and unfolded the clothes he gave me.

“I’m going to change in the other room. Let me know when you are done.” Ronov left. Soon I heard the water running in the shower.

Feeling better that Ronov wasn’t waiting for me, I began to contemplate how I was going to get undressed. Removing my top off was easy enough. His sweater hung loosely on me. I had to roll up the sleeves to have use of my hands.

The bottoms were more tricky to maneuver out of. Removing the blanket, I set it on the coffee table in front of the couch.  While lying down, I shimmied the soaked jeans down past my calves. I was able to get my uninjured leg out but groaned loudly as I tried to get the narrow opening of the jeans over my swollen sore ankle. While struggling, I hadn’t heard the shower turn off, nor the footsteps enter the living-room.

Ronov stood arms crossed and watched me with a smirk on this face. The sweater he gave me at least covered my panties to my upper thighs. I tried to give him the meanest look I could muster. He let a deep breath out and walked toward the couch.  “Here let me help you with that.” He insisted.

“It seriously hurts,” I told him harshly.  “I’m not trying to make a move on you,” I said through gritted teeth.

He looked at me oddly. “I  am so embarrassed.” I was exposed, vulnerable. My legs still showed bumps, and I shivered.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen women before.” He stated dryly as he licked his bottom lip. He took the cuff of my jeans and carefully moved the opening over my ankle. I watched as his tongue moistened his lips. My stomach clenched, and my own tongue copied his movement. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.  He gave that wicked grin, the one that says ‘I know you want me.’

Caught, I rolled my eyes. “You are one of the most conceited guys I’ve ever met.” I closed my eyes and shook my head then dropping it to my chest. I could feel the heat bursting into my cheeks. I was caught wanting. Embarrassed I reached down to my ankle pulled the jeans roughly over the foot. Pain ripped through my leg hot and deep and I let out an atrocious sound. Well, that took my mind off him.

“What the hell Sara.” And that grin was no longer on Ronov’s face.

I grabbed the sweatpants and clenched my teeth pulling the leg of the sweats over my ankle. Then the other leg and shimmied them up past my underwear to my waist. I fisted my hands and breathed through the pain.

Ronov sat at my feet at the end of the couch and stared at me. His dark brows furrowed. I stared back wanting so badly for him to be attracted to me. But he made it entirely clear he wasn’t and would never be.

“By the way, I have a boyfriend.”  that was a whopper of a lie. I’ve never had a boyfriend, never was asked to go to dances, and I had never kissed a boy. Not because I didn’t want to but because I never got the chance.

“Really?” He smirked. “What’s his name? We are here at the cabin, you could give him a call.”

He sat casually with his elbow bent on the armrest and his cheek in his fist.

“Um, his name is,” I cleared my throat, my heart racing at being called out. “Is, Rick, Rick, uh, Jones.” My voice squeaked up, but I raised my chin defiantly.

“Mmm,  Rick Jones.  I see.  How long have you know Rick?”  Ronov asked in an amused voice.

Why was I doing this, lying? Ronov knew he was hot. He knew he had a hell of a body.  And he enjoyed teasing girls with it. What bothered me was why?

I let out a deep breath and folded my hand in my lap. “Fine, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Ronov chuckled.

“No, you tell me something I don’t know.” I challenged. “Why are you celibate and why do you  enjoy flirting and teasing?”

For once he looked surprised, his light eyes wide. Then he turned his face to look out the large front window. He had a strong profile, straight forehead, and nose, his chin jutted out and moved in thought. Then he turned to face me.  “Why did Kyle hire you?” He asked. That was an odd question.

‘Wha…Wait. Why would I know? You don’t think I’m qualified?”

“No, no I just made it very clear I was looking for specifics in those he hired.” He paused, and his amber eyes searched my face. “And you…” He laughed. “Do not meet the criteria.”

“Oh,” I said now understanding what he meant. “I’m not beautiful and exotic like Dina and Jill.” That hurt. “Let me tell you something, Ronov Petrick. I’m a hard worker. Kyle saw that on my resume and that is why he hired me.”

“No, that is not why he hired you. What Kyle said was, he saw was a very sexy gorgeous female who flirted with him to get the job.” He lifted a brow when he finished. “At least that is what he told me.”

Confused, I blinked several times. “What? I flirted with him?”  I don’t recall flirting, then remember the insinuation at the end of the interview  I threw at him as I left. Had Kyle taken that literally?  Did her actually think that I was interested in a pleasurable learning experience?  I shook my head in denial. “He misunderstood me,” I answered.

“What would you do to keep this job?” Ronov probed.

“What the hell are you implying, Ronov?” That I’d sleep with him or Kyle. He was celibate and also not interested in me. He wasn’t the one to say he thought I was a sexy gorgeous female, Kyle did. “Kyle likes Jill, not me. Nothing is going on between Kyle and me.”

“But if there could be?”  Ronov asked. “I think he would take you over, Jill….”

My eyes darted around the room trying to make sense of what he was saying. “I’m not interested in Kyle like that. And for the record, I’m not interested in Bill or Tom, either. Or you.”

“Oh I think you are interested enough, I bet, to let me kiss you.”

“You’d lose.”

“I don’t think so.” He cocked his head confidently. “I bet I could do a few other things to you, and you’d allow it.”

Blood rushed between my legs thinking of the things he didn’t mention. My breathing sped up. I moved to bring my knees to my chest and groaned in pain. “Ow. Ow. Ow.” Breathing through the pain, my mind cleared.

“You know when I first saw you,” my voice harsh, “I thought you were good-looking, but then you opened your mouth. All I see now is a cocky ass-hole trying to get a response out of me. Why is that Ronov? What do you want from me?” I lifted my brow this time.

He stared not alarmed by my accusation. “What do I want from you, my dark-haired  blue-eyed princess is for you to understand that if I wanted you, I could have you, anytime.”

It was not that easy. I was a virgin, and he wasn’t. “Really, how many girls have you been with Ronov?”

“I’ll ask you the same question.”

“None, I like men. And not cocky ass-holes.”

“Fair enough. I’ve…” he paused thinking. “I’ve had a few when I was younger. What do you expect, I’m a guy.”

“Spare me the details, your dick has been around quite a bit, it is apparent.” I was sick to my stomach even thinking about this.  “And frankly I could do so much better than you.” Did I just say that? By the look on this face, I did. He moved closer to me on the couch, skirting my ankle and sat sideways facing me on the edge of the sofa.

I gave an involuntary tremble. I was afraid of what Ronov might do. If he tried to kiss me, he would know. Know I had never been with or kissed by anyone. And he would probably laugh.

My arms went up against his chest. I had just offered him an indirect challenge.

I said sternly, “Don’t even think about it, Ronov.” The shoe was on the other foot so to speak.  I had to ward him off. “I’m am Not giving you permission to touch or kiss me or anything.  Do you understand?” I finished breathing hard with fear.

He face drew closer to me. Fear gripped me, both my hands went up against his chest and shoved him hard off the couch. “Don’t even try,” I said forcefully. I was trembling.

Ronov landed on the ground, and he laughed. “I deserved that.” He looked up at me, his eyes bright with amusement. “Okay, I’ll stop.”

“You better,” I said narrowing my eyes. “Or I’ll leave…I can leave if you want me to right now.  If you are looking for a Dina or Jill type, it is not too late.  I’m sure you can find a replacement. But so we are on the same page, I am not a Dina or Jill type.”

His face turned serious. “I don’t want you to leave. According to your resume, you are more than qualified as an assistant researcher.” He cleared his throat. “But, just so we are clear, I am who I am. I enjoy teasing. You.”


He looked down at his hands, “I don’t know. Maybe it is the way you blush. Like you are so innocent… Maybe? I find it irresistible to me. Sorry.”

I need to clear that up, “Just because I blush doesn’t mean ‘I’m so innocent,’  it just means comfortableness. That’s all.” I lied.

“Okay,” he put his hands up in surrender, “but I still think you want me.” I do. Very much. But you don’t want me.

Should I go there…. I did,  “Okay, let’s say…what if… I was into you, what then?”

He laughed, “Oh, you are, no  ‘what if’s.”

He was impossible.


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Temporary Quickies


© Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved.

Emma’s heart pounded as she watched her husband walk through the hotel doors. He was an incredibly handsome man. Women already looking his way.  Pulling off his sunglasses, shocking blue eyes search the lobby. She saw a young lady take a double look in his direction. He was tall, lean and elegant looking in his dark charcoal grey suit. He did not have his briefcase, Emma noticed. Business was not on the agenda for his visit here. Emma felt sick because she has known something was wrong with their marriage. And here he was looking for someone other than her.

Gary had recently been staying late for work and leaving quite early in the mornings. He was a banker, a nine to fiver up until a couple of months ago. Emma knew it wasn’t his secretary.  Lina Bollman had just left on maternity leave when Gary’s work habits changed.

The most plausible excuse was that maybe in Lina’s absence Gary was helping the temporary replacement with some work that needed to be completed. But now she felt that Gary may be having an affair with the temporary worker. So today she sucked down her fear and decided it would be better sto see for herself what he was up to, rather than dream up all the possible scenarios swimming in her brain.

Emma knows when Gary took his lunch, so she waited and followed him to this hotel. When he arrived, she saw he was on the phone with someone. She hurried into the hotel and found a place in the corner that allowed her to see the entire lobby.  She sat next to planters that held tall, large-leaved plants. They hadn’t had sex in months. She was too exhausted by the time she got home from work. Her work schedule was demanding. Placing people on temporary assignments, interviewing, documentation, verifying, attendance check and sales calls exhausted the hell out of her. Computers hadn’t made her profession easier, just less cluttered. People were people, unreliable at best. Names of back ups were needed when there were a no-shows, which happened weekly if not daily.

Gary nodded his dark head in the direction of someone. Emma followed his gaze.  She breathed out a long breath of relief. Gary walked over to where the short haired blonde man sat. The man got up and extended his hand to Gary’s giving him a card.

The blonde was as tall as her husband and built just and lean. They both walked together to the elevators. Where the hell are they going? She watched the numbers as they light up on the way to their floor. Three, four, five. Long pause, the elevator stopped at the fifth level. She waits to see if it would continued up.  Four…three…two…one, the doors opened and out walked a smartly dressed businesswoman, briefcase in one hand while the other hand smoothed back her short brown hair.

From the elevator next to hers, a tall grey haired man stepped out. The woman tossed her head and smiled in his direction. He winked back and gave her a sexy grin. Emma knew those two had been with each other. This was their rendezvous place.

She checked her watch. It was almost one o’clock, she needed to get back to work. When Gary got home,  she would ask him about his day. Could there be a woman up there with the men?  Could he be meeting someone here like that man that got out of the elevator?  She couldn’t exactly ask him why he was here, she was supposed to be at work. He would know she suspected something.  Somehow she needed to find out who he was involved with.


The rest of the week past as it had, Gary, working late and leaving early. She stocked the hotel she had found him a few days before, but he never showed again. Today was a particularly slow day, which was surprising because the previous couple of weeks they had been trying to fill several opening with a  large client of theirs.  A  stream of hopeful candidates filed through the office day after day. She was unusually exhausted.

“Sharon, do you mind if I take the afternoon off. I just need to get some  stuff  done around the house.” Sharon Dougherty was a friend and the owner of  Collective Temporary Services. She knew how hard Emma worked.  Never questions when Emma needed some time off. And anyway she didn’t do it that often.

“Sure, go.  I can handle it.” She said walking to the desk next to  Emma’s.  “You deserve it. Think  of it as a thank you for working so hard on the Colver Data Security order.”

On the way home, Emma was ticking off the list of things she needed to get done. Laundry, dusting, vacuuming, and paying the dreadful bills. She let out a deep breath as she pulled up into the driveway.  A red Jetta was parked in front of her neighbor’s  house across the street. She knew they were out of town. She made a mental note to keep an eye on it.

Separating the keys on the ring to find the house key, Emma stilled. Someone was in there house. She stepped closer to listen.

“Oh, yeah, keeping sucking…” And it wasn’t her husband’s voice. She trembled with fear.  Someone was fucking in her house. She quietly pulled out her phone ready to dial 911 when  she  heard,

“I don’t want you to come yet. I  need more of you.” That was her husband. What the hell was going on in there?

She quietly walked around into the backyard and peaked into the slider window. She stood where they couldn’t see her, but she watches in shock what her husband and the blonde haired guy from the hotel were doing.

Both stripped nude and cocks stiff, dancing to the throbbing of blood filling them. Gary took the man’s face in his hand and kissed him deeply.  He stepped in closer, his dick slid up the blonde lower abdomen. What made Emma wet between her legs was the size of the blonde’s cock.  It was thick, much thicker than Garys.

After they kissed Gary said “Chance fuck me. Fuck me  hard.”

Chance stroked his dick. “How bad do you want me?” He asked. Gary was panting.  He took Chance’s  other hand and put it on his cock. Chance moved up and down Gary’s shaft slowly.

“Ah, I want you bad.  I need  your cock in my ass.”  Chance moved his hand around to Gary’s ass.

“Turn around,”  he demanded, and Gary did.  Emma stood there fascinated and a little hurt. Gary was that man’s cock in his ass. She watches he put on a condom and was amazed that it fit his rod.  He grabbed some lubricant that was on the coffee table and slathered it on.

Chance massaged  Gary ass, then spread his crack revealing the desired destination. Emma watched, mouth opened. Chance slowly pushed his head into her husband’s hole.  Gary moaned with pleasure making her even wetter. She was rubbing herself watching.

It took some effort to push in half way.  He pulled out some and pushed back in a little deeper. She imagined she was fucking her.  Emma slid her hand into her pant down to her soaked pussy.  As Chance moved his cock in, she slid her fingers in, then out and massaged her clit.

Chance’s dick finally filled Gary’s ass.  She watched as Chance grabbed Gary’s hips and shoved into him as deep as he could go. His head went back, his eyes closed, but he kept his rhythm, pulling Gary’s  ass to him as he pounded in.

“It’s been fun breaking you in.” Chance said pounding faster. Emma fingered her clit more quickly, she was panting, tighten, feeling the flood of the euphoric surge her body. She bit her lower lip trying to stop herself from screaming out. Her body trembled violently. It has been too long since she had an orgasm. Her legs weak, she slid into one of patio chairs careful not to make any noise.

She couldn’t see them now. She was still breathing hard. But she heard their bodies slapping together. Chance moaned loudly. The slapping stopped. He must have come.

She let her head fall back and enjoyed the satisfaction an orgasm brought her. Her breathing was normal. Then she remembered her car was parked in the drive. She quietly hurried to her car and drove away. Thank god for electric vehicles.

Emma kept her knowledge secret and made no attempt to make sexual advances toward her husband. Nor did he show any interest. The question was there marriage salvageable based on what she knew. Gary was cheating on her even if it was not with another woman. Was it just sex or did he love this blonde thick dicked man named Chance? And why could she not stop thinking of him? The memory of her orgasm filled her with sexual longing. She wanted to be fuck. She wanted a huge thick dick to fill her. She wanted to feel the warmth of a sizeable capable tongue penetrating her, licking her and sucking her. She believes she wanted her husband’s lover.

She remembers his massive thick cock.  His hand grabbing, pulling Gary’s hips, shoving all his mass into him.

“Emma?  Are you okay?” A quick gasp escaped her lips as her pussy filled throbbed. She blinked a couple of times and nodded. “Was it that good?”  Sharon asked with a grin.

Emma  cleared her throat, “I’ve gotta tell someone.” She whispered. “I can’t  get it out of my mind.”

“What is it?” Sharon’s warm brown eyes looked concerned.

Sharon was a few years older than Emma, like a big sister to her. Emma was Sharon’s first employee. They had worked side by side for eight years.  Sharon had seen Gary court Emma then had gone to their wedding. She was a close family friend. And she was Emma’s best friend.

“Can we go out to  happy hour after work?” Emma asked. “I really need to talk about something. I can’t hold it in much longer.”

“Sure,  sure.”

She met Sharon at a local bar frequented by college students. The tavern served horderves, $1.50 well drinks and allowed vaping. Through the crowd, she saw Sharon’s slim, tall figure make her way to Emma’s  table.  The place was packed. She had ordered about of well drink for each of them, because she didn’t know how long it would take for the waitress to get back around to them.

“Lot’s of guys were checking you out.” Emma teased.  And they were. She was a  blonde beauty. Clear, smooth skin, large brown eyes and full lips that often smiled at strangers.

“I’ve about ten years too old for them.” She rolled her eyes. As horny as Emma was feeling now, she would quickly accept taking one of them to the bathroom stalls with her. She wanted to have that orgasm again. Over and over.

“You’re not a cougar yet, Sharon. Look at these hard bodies.” Emma’s eyes roamed around the room and stopped at a table with a blonde man fiddling with his drink. Her heart sped up, heat flooded between her legs. It was Chance.

Sharon noticed Emma’s  demeanor change and looked at the man that had caused it. “Who’s that? You know him?’ Sharon asked looking at Emma with concerned again.

“No, but that is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Emma replied.

“What is it? Tell me.” Sharon pushed.

Emma let out a long breath reluctantly turning her attention away from Chance. “Gary is having an  affair.” She blurted out. “With that man.” Emma jerked her chin in the direction of where Chance was sitting.

“You are fucking kidding me.” Sharon hissed. “No way.” She said then took an of her drink.

“Yes, he is. I saw them.” Emma confessed. She knew what Sharon was going to ask and answered before she could. “Gary doesn’t know I know. That day I came home early, they were fucking in our living room. I watched the whole thing.”

“Sweet mothers of god. No wonder you have been acting strangely. For a minute there, I thought you may be pregnant.” Sharon said, “I can’t believe Gary would do that to you. That bastard!”

“Sharon, we haven’t had sex in months. I don’t know what to do.”  Emma said rubbing her forehead. “I  had lost interest in sex. I’ve been too busy or tired of being interested in it. But after seeing  them together….” Emma blushed just thinking about how she made herself cum.  How could she tell Sharon she is now desperately interested in being with the man she saw fucking her husband?

“What?”  Sharon asked confused.

Emma took a deep breath, “I want him.”

“Then confront Gary and tell him you want him. That you….”

“No.” Emma interrupted her. “I want him.” Emma motioned with her eyes toward the man they were just looking at.

Sharon’s eyes widened and darted between Emma and the man across the room. “Are you being serious right now?”

Emma  looked her straight into her eyes and said, “As serious as a fuck.”

One side of Sharon’s mouth began to curve mischievously. “Why don’t we go over there and introduce ourselves?”

Emma felt like a schoolgirl going to talk to her big crush. Butterflies flapped against her stomach muscles making her giddy. She ran her hands down her skirt to removed the nervous moisture from them. Sharon spoke first.

“Hi, I’m Sharon and this Emma. We saw you sitting here alone and wondered if we could buy  you a drink?”

Light brown eyes moved from Sharon’s face to Emma’s. His eyes lingered on her a little too long making more uncomfortable about coming over to him. Then he flashed a killer smile at them.

“I’m Chance.” He pointed for us to take a seat. As we did, he continued to eye Emma.  “Do I know you?” He asked me.

Emma blink and her mind reel back to that afternoon he was with her husband. They had not known she was there. Chance hadn’t seen her, he was concentrating on fucking her husband. She shook her head, “No, I don’t think so.” Then looked at Sharon puzzled.

“I never forget a beautiful face. Are you sure we haven’t met?”

Emma closed her eyes and lifted my brows. Then opened them again. “Are you flirting with me?”

“You’re married, I can see that.”

“I’m going to get us some drinks.” Sharon said winking at me, “I’ll be back.” She wandered through the crowd to the bar.

“So? Why do you look so familiar?” Chance asked. Emma shrugged dumbfounded for words. Then asked, “How married are you?”

Her eyes flew open wide. Chance was … interested in her! She cleared her throat before answering. “I need to use the restroom….” She said looking him straight into his eyes, “You can follow me and find out.” She couldn’t believe she just said that.  She basically asked him to come and have a fuck with her in the bathroom.

He gave her a cocked grin and said, “Baby, lead the way.” Emma’s breathing came hard and her pussy pulsed, making it difficult to concentrate. She was going to have the thick cock she desired. All she could see in her mind was his dick. He was good-looking, tall, blonde and tan, but it was his bulge she now saw that grabbed her attention. He got up and moved his hand to his lump and adjusted it. “It wants you bad.” He whispered in her ear as she walked past him. His hand went to her, then slid down to her ass, he gave it a rough squeeze.

She leaked unto her panties. It wouldn’t take much tapping to make her cum. She was already breathing hard.  Her pussy throbbed for Chance’s cock.

Emma checked the ladies room, empty and pulled him in. He grabbed her face and brought his soft full lips to hers. His tongue searched and tangled with hers. His hand moved to her breast rubbing and squeezing it hard.  Emma’s hand traveled down his shirt and slid into his jeans.  Another gush of wetness came from her.  She breathed hard as his lips moved down to her neck.  He slipped under her skirt and panties.

“Ah, you really  want me.”  He stated while his finger found her clit.

“Oh, god…please….”  Emma moaned out. “Pull it out.”

He pushed her into the stall and locked the door. He unzipped his pant and release his hard thick dick.

Emma licked her lips as her eyes fixated on his shaft. Goose pimples flooded her skin sending a shiver through her. Her heart pounded faster with anticipation. She was finally going to feel his thick hard cock inside her.

“I know who you are.” He said stroking his cock. “I know who you are now.” He grinned then bit his bottom lip in the pleasure he was giving him.

Her eyes flew up to meet his. Then furrowed questioningly. “I’ve never met you.” All she could think about was his dick. What the fuck was he talking about.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Your husband loves my cock too.” He gave a low laugh.

She didn’t know what to say.  Should she pretend, she didn’t know about him and Gary or get pissed? She wanted that rod to fill her. “I enjoyed watching you fuck him in the ass.” She admitted to her voyeurism.

“Then I think we should take this little party back to your place. And make your  husband watch us.”

Now that wasn’t a half bad idea. But Emma’s pussy complained it throbbed with want. Emma tried to steady her breathing. “Did I hear  you  right?” It was Sharon she had quietly let herself into the lady’s restroom. “Leaving without me?”

Chance laughed while putting his fat cock back into his pants. “So  Sharon you want to join us?”

He asked opening the stall door.

Emma couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Sharon was into group sex. Emma had never suspected it nor had she, herself, ever tried it. But she was so turned on by the desire she had for Chance’s dick she was game for anything. As long as it meant Chance would fill her.  And she said so,

“Okay, my place, but you,” Emma said as she shoved a finger into Chance’s chest, “are going to cum in me and only me.”

He slid his hand under her skirt again. His finger slowly moving on my clit. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck pressing against him hard,  making it easier to for him to shove two fingers and out of her. She moaned, but he stopped her with his mouth. Kissing her while his other hand squeezed her ass bringing her up and little more so he could finger her faster.

“I’ll wait outside,” Sharon announce.

Chance slid in and out of her, kissing her, squeezing her. “Do you want me to make you cum right now? I can,  you know. You fill me in you.” He whispered in her ear.  Then place his tongue into it. “You are so wet.  My  cock wants to come out right now and fuck you so hard.” He against her showing her how hard he was.  “Baby, I ask you do you  want to cum right now?”

Emma was almost there. Pressure built between her leg as his fingers slipped in and out of her. It wouldn’t take much, then he did it. He began tapping at her swollen hard clit. Each quick flick sent energy through her, building. “Oh,  keep it up to Chance….please.”

Emma’s  hips pumped against his hand, she was fucking the air with her hips. He was flicking, tapping at her faster and faster until white-hot sensation traveled down to her toes then exploded in her pussy. Before she could call out in a release his lips covered hers, and he stuffed his tongue deep into mouth, probing then sucking her bottom lip as she finished her last shudder. “How was it?”

Her arms still around him, she let him carry her weight until she came to her senses. “Can we still go to my place?” She asked against his chest.

He laughed, “Baby, that was just foreplay.”


Emma told Chance to go on ahead of them but not to tell Gary that she and Sharon were on their way. “Sharon isn’t this going to be weird? I mean we work together and now having sex….”

“Come on. I need it just as bad as you. Are you seriously going to deprive me?” Sharon said rolling her eyes while we waited in the car outside Emma’s house. Chance has already gone in.

“If you are sure? I intend to fuck Chance in front of my husband.” Emma explained.

“Will you let Gary slide in and out of me? Just for tonight. I need it right now.  I’m soaked.”

“You want Gary’s cock?” She didn’t know how she felt about that. She wanted to torture Gary for having an affair. And now, she was going to stand by while he fucked her friend and boss.

Sharon saw the concern on Emma’s face. “Hey, I don’t want Gary like that. It is just a fuck to me. But if you prefer we can tie Gary and make him watch.”

Emma liked the sound of that. Make Gary suffer a bit.


Emma and Sharon entered the house and found  Gary shirtless and Chance massaging his neck.  Gary turned to Emma with big eyes. “What is going on here?”

Sharon past Gary on her way to the garage, while Gary continued to gape at his wife. “Keep him in the chair Chance,” Emma ordered. “Don’t move Gary. I know all about you and Chance. I watched him fuck you. I watch you meet him at the hotel and go up to the fifth floor.  I  know why you have been working late and leaving early. All to be with Chance. Well, tonight things are going to be different.”

Sharon returned with rope. “You are going to sit here and watch.” Chance grabbed Gary’s hand and pulled them behind the back of the chair.

“Hey, what do you guys think you are doing? Emma?” Gary fussed. Sharon and Emma made quick work in wrapping and tying up his wrists.

“Wait, let’s remove these.” Chance said unzipping and pulling off Gary’s pants and briefs. Emma and Chance tied Gary ankles while he protested.

“She is mine!” He was growling at Chance. “Don’t touch Emma. I mean it, Chance.”

“You may or may not feel how I felt when I saw you and him together.” She remembered the orgasm and the betrayal. The please and the pain. Emma went to the kitchen grabbed a dish towel came back and gagged Gary. “I didn’t protest when you were having fun.  And you not while I have my  fun.”

Emma boldly unbuttons her blouse and let the silk slip from her shoulder to the ground. The loss of fabric covering her skin chilled her. Gary quieted and watch.

Chance had already removed his shirt before she came in. He now moved behind her. The warmth of his hands made her shiver slightly as they traveled to her breast. He plucked the fronts snaps of her bra.  The elastic sprung back exposing her hard nipple tits. The pressure of his hand burnt across her skin as he squeezed her breasts then removed her bra.

Emma noticed that Gary was getting excited. He long dick stiffening. Sharon undress, she was breathing hard.

Sharon straddled Gary’s then seated herself, so his cock just touches her crotch. She held onto the chair moving her hips, so her thick blonde bush rubbed against her.

Chance whispered in Emma’s  ear, “Let her have all of him.  She needs it too.”  She moaned as his hands traveled back down to her hips pulling off her skirt and panties. She stood there naked and wanting. He picked up her panties and showed Gary, “You’ve been neglecting your wife. I’m  going to  fill her tonight.”

Chance moved behind  Sharon as she continued to rub against Gary. “Here, like this…”  He grabbed her ass, lifted it, then took Gary cock and placed it near her hole. “Sit on it. Go very slow.”


Emma watched as Sharon went down on Gary’s cock. She moaned loudly. Her head fell back as her long blonde hair hung loose. Chance stepped away, and I watch as she slid up and down her shaft. He was so hard. She moved up and down slowly exposing most of his cock then sliding back down on it.

Gary couldn’t do anything. She tortured him slowly. Sliding up and down, she slipped the gag off him, and he begged.  “Sharon, faster, please.”

“Shhh,” She bent down and kissed his lips still pumping slowly. Emma was becoming impatient, she wanted to sit on Chances cock.  His dick was also rock hard and so thick. She moved her hands between her legs and stuck her finger in as Sharon came down Gary’s long shaft. As she lifted, Emma pulled out and massaged her clit. She watched finger fucking herself. Her eyes glued to Sharon’s ass and Gary’s dick.

“Do you want your wife?” Sharon asked him.

“No,” Emma said, she wanted to fuck  Chance, “sit on the chair, Chance. Now.” Emma commanded. Chance moved the chair near Sharon and Gary and sat. He reached over and played with Sharon’s clit. She bucked her hips while she was halfway down Gary cock.

I straddled Chance’s chair and moved his hand off of Sharon and between my legs. “You are fucking dripping, just like in the restroom.” He observed.

“What?” Gary asked.

“I finger fucked her in the restroom today.” Chance laughed. “Now  I’m going to fuck  her with my cock.” He moved his hand to her waist guiding her down onto his dick.

Emma wiggled to fit him in. At first, she had to quick pump his purple head just to get him pushed in. Once he was in, Emma let gravity help as she slid down slowly. She had him all the way in,  her clit rubbed against him. He sucked on her tits as his hands guided her back and forth rubbing to and fro against him. “Feel that? Your clit loves this, your walls are reacting. You feel so good on  me.”

Sharon undid Gary’s ties Emma watched as he removed her from his cock. “Bend over and hold the chair,” Gary said. “Now I fuck you.” Sharon spread her legs and bent over, her hands on the chair. He came up behind her holding his dick then slipping a little found her hole. Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her a few times, “Oh, ah, yeah, that’s more like it.” He pounded into her, their skin slapping together.

Chance grabbed my hips and proceeded to move me up and down his cock at the same speed as Gary’s hip moving in out of Sharon’s pussy.  Emma accepted as Chances thick dick rubbed hard against her inner walls. Tingling traveled through her pussy down to her toes, she knew this feeling, a huge orgasm was about to be released. She pressed harder against him and moved faster, panting. “Oh, oh, yes.” She closed her eyes, as the current overtook her body, “Ah! Oh, ah! I’m cumming.” Her walls contracted as she still slid over Chances cock.

“Baby, I’m right with you. Fuck!” Chance groaned. She felt his enormous cock release several times, and hers convulsed around him. “I thought I could last longer, but you turned me on too much. I got too excited.”  He breathed, “Next  time..”

Gary slammed on last time into Sharon ass and stayed there, jerked and moaning in pleasure. Sharon slumped slightly from her orgasm.


One Sexy Man: CHANGING HIS HEART, Sneak Peek


Who is Professor Ronov Petrick?

Book 1: Paranormal: Beastly Voyeur

Copyright © 2017  by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved.

Paranormal: Beastly Voyeur, Book 2 SNEAK PEAK

“What is so unbelievable?” Professor Petrick asked standing feet from the other assistants and me. Awkwardness flowed through me, sending me back to grade school when classroom presentations made me feel like I was going to be sick. I wished he would take off those dark aviator glasses, because goosebumps were prickling up on my skin from the unseen stare directed, I know, at me. This was it, he was probably going to send me packing.

And God, how I  needed this job desperately. The pay was outrageously generous. It was the only reason I took the position, thanks to my friend Jessica.  She had found it online and gave it to me that day after my panic attack which stupidly sent me to the ER, hoping this would fix my overwhelming problems.

With large student loans hanging over my head, rent, car loan payments and two more years of school left. Which meant I would need to apply for additional mega dollars to pay for classes, this job was a Godsend. And know I might just get fired. Shit. If I do…oh, I could feel the cold sweat bursting from my pores. I grabbed my hands to stop them from shaking. My stomach had plummeted. I knew this feeling, I was ready to have a panic attack.

“I-I’m so s-sorry, Professor Petrick.” I stuttered. And I was sure my face was twisted into a look which revealed how I felt. “It’s just… uh,”

“What?” he asked softly as he pulled off his glasses. Startled by his gentle words, I looked up. Then stepped back in shock.

“You?”  I whispered and thought of all the people to be standing in front of me- it was him. The guy from the hospital. The ambered eyed blonde that stood talking to my doctor about his mother. Blood rushed to my face remembering the conversation I had had with my ER doctor. How I yelped incredulously at his first conclusion that I was pregnant.

“You remember me?” I watched as one side of his full lips lifted in amusement. My eyes shifted to his,  they were lighter than I remembered, stunning against his tan skin.

Oh, I remembered you alright, I thought. Now. Without his sunglasses.  I would never forget those eyes. So odd against the mop of light blonde hair.  What I expected when he removed the aviators were blue, any shade of blue. I stared at their beauty. “Anything wrong miss, uh.”

Bill spoke up, “Sara, Ronov, Sara Fields.”

“Sorry, again, I didn’t expect – you.” I signed, “I’ll pack my bags. My apologies, I should not have called you…”

“Professor Bigfoot.” He grinned. “I do have a sense of humor, occasionally.”

“Would, by any chance, this be one of the occasions?” I asked hopefully.

“Call me Ronov,” He instructed,  “Professor Bigfoot is a mouthful, do you agree?” I nodded in agreement. My ass was safe today, but sooner or later my mouth was going to get me fired, I just know it.