Compulsion: Erotic Stories by Don Winslow
Webster defines compulsion as: A feeling of being irresistibly driven to perform some irrational act. This new collection of erotic short stories from acclaimed author Don Winslow presents lovers and strangers, ordinary men and women who are driven to the most extreme lengths by sexual fantasies whose terrible power they can neither understand nor control. Caught up in their unique dramas, they find themselves helpless, swept up in the awesome power of Eros.
Compulsion: A bearded lecher... cave man mentality... just a few descriptions that come to mind for women who know professor Marcus Wolfe. And yet, he's appearing in their dreams, stirring erotic compulsions that they seem completely unable to shake, not to mention the surprising physical transformations. Could there be something in his emails eliciting such a wild response? In Clinching the Deal, unspoken orders have become firmly embedded in Jessica's subconscious; now on his summons, she'll immediately drop everything, strip down to nothing but her high heels and wait for further instructions. In Justine's Pride, this ponygirl is the Master's favorite, but when he's out of town, she finds herself tormented by her Mistress. Wednesdays With the Lady Judge brings together an older woman and a college boy. He's just a 'kid', but he seems to have this horny judge clearly under his control. And in The Kiss, a terrified Barbara inexplicably finds herself captured, bound to a chair and at the mercy of The Collector. But then they kiss...
Over a dozen short stories all linked by a common theme: a sexual obsession which inexorably drives men and women to the outer fringe of human sexuality. In many of these stories, readers will find men asserting their dominance, and women exploring their submissive feelings. Whether it's the result of hypnosis, drugs, subliminal messages or just plain sexual chemistry, the results produce hot, sexy and turned-on women.
Paige Robbins spent a restless night, tossing and turning. The bedroom seemed insufferably close. It was hot and stuffy in the room; the tangled sheets were unbearably confining. She threw off the sheets, sat up abruptly to tear off her thin pajamas, freeing herself to sprawl out nude on top of the bed. She couldn’t resist touching herself, her breasts, moving a hand down her naked body to that place between her legs. Soon she was rocking, humping the hand jammed between her thighs, masturbating furiously. The orgasm exploded over her, intense and long, and deeply satisfying. In the blissful aftermath, she fell asleep, but the sexual fury was not done with her. That night she had the most intense wet dream she had ever had in her life! The next morning, the erotic dream stayed with her, continued to haunt her; a vivid memory that wouldn’t leave her alone.
In the dream, she was in her office. She was naked, or very nearly so, wearing nothing but pantyhose and heels. But it didn’t seem unusual for her to be naked; she was simply sitting there before her computer, her back to the door, when she heard a knock. Someone had entered, but she continued working as the unseen figure stepped up behind her. Dream-like, she rose to her feet, leaned over her desk, lowered herself to rest on her forearms, thrusting back her pantyhose-encased rear-end at the intruder. She remembered the feeling of hands on her hips, hands that slid around to lower her pantyhose, peeling them down over her jutting bottom, exposing her bottom to his eyes. She turned to look over her shoulder at the mysterious figure. It was then she saw the full face of the figure, smiling back at her with a wicked grin on his bearded face: Marcus Wolfe! His curled fingers had slipped into her pantyhose at each hip and were tugging the stretchy nylon down her thighs while she arched her back, presenting her naked buttocks to him, wagging her butt in lewd invitation. She shuddered at the thought of it; but a ripple of randiness slammed through her, obliterating her feelings of revulsion in its wake.
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