Sarah Ann Miller
Bad Girls Have Better Sex - Sex Stories
Kinky Erotic Short Stories
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Inhaltsverzeichnis
After 20 Years Of A Great Marriage
Good Behavior
Bad Girls Have Better Sex
By Sarah Ann Miller
Sex and erotic is important for every person. My short stories are for tolerant people. I write nasty and uninhibited stories.
My words are very vulgar. That's how I like it during sex. I do not know any taboo.
My stories tell of anal sex, group sex, femdom and cuckold, cheating, older women, young women with older men and much more. If you do not like that, you better read another book.
I agreed to this. No one had put a gun to my head, no one had promised any sort of money transaction. Hell, that’d make me a prostitute, right? Agreeing to have sex with a stranger was one thing, but taking money was just down-right wrong.
But, let’s not forget that this is no ordinary stranger that you might pick up at a bar. Not some cute guy that bought you a drink, not the cable guy…no, this fella is none other than an inmate at the State Prison.
Recent studies had shown major improvement with inmates that had conjugal visits with their wives, and those men usually got out early for good behavior. But, not all of the inmates were married. Some of their crimes were mild, and didn’t they, too, deserve a little treat for being good boys?
A few of the staff psychiatrists and the warden had come up with a trial program. They would get willing participates to agree to have sex with an inmate, then evaluate his behavior later to see how he was progressing. And, if the inmate knew that this would mean getting out earlier, plus get laid, why wouldn’t he want to agree?
And, it would really help with the overcrowding issue…
I appeared calm as I sat outside the warden’s office, waiting for Helen to show me to my room. Helen was an officer, obviously, and would have to stay in the room with me, just in the case that my partner, the inmate, got a bit too rough…or tried to kill me.
Lovely.
I could back out at any time…so, why was I still here? Because I was too intrigued, too curious, and damn it, I was soaking wet just thinking about it.
We walked down the corridor to the warden’s suite, where a room had been prepared. Helen was going over all the rules again, which were more for my benefit than the inmate, of course. Code words to use if I felt threatened…I nodded and asked about their choice for me.
I was told his name was Adam. Funny, I don’t even know if that was indeed his name, or if it was an identity given due to the program. He was chosen not only for his small crime, but also good behavior during his time behind bars.
The doctors had asked me if I had certain preferences…white, black, Indian…I had held back a laugh when asked that, and wondered if they were going to ask me if I preferred my mate to be well hung or average? Did I want normal sex, anal? I mean, hello…this wasn’t a dating service. This was what it was, a new program to get the guy laid, and see if he would be a good boy after.
Aren’t all men good boys after they’ve had a little pussy? Seriously? Geesh.
Anyway, Helen received the call that he, Adam, or whoever, was on his way. I didn’t know if I should remove my clothes now, or wait. I did take off my jacket. The room, beautifully decorated as you would expect a nice hotel room to be, had suddenly gotten very warm.
I could feel my pulse quicken as the door opened and Adam walked in. He was tall, over 6 foot, and lean with a swimmer’s build. I usually liked my guys to be a bit thicker. With proper exercise and diet, maybe Adam could bulk up some.
Not that I was going to see him again. Right? Get a grip.
Helen introduced us. I fought the urge to giggle as I wondered why I hadn’t insisted on being called Eve. But, as I looked into his face, into his piercing blue eyes, I suddenly didn’t care what my name was. He wasn’t at all what I expected. He was clean shaven, his dark blonde hair was well trimmed. He reminded me of that actor, Viggo Mortensen.
Hmmm, this was going to be interesting.
Well, it was show time, I guess. Helen had gone over all the rules, again, with the both of us, and all the while he had looked me over. And, from the small grin Adam was trying to control, he approved.
I hadn’t gone to any crazy lengths to dress up, though…Hell, the clothes were going to be coming off anyway. But, I did play up my best assets, my green eyes. Just a little liner, some soft purple to make the green pop…
Okay, I maybe tousled my shoulder length copper tresses a bit more than usual. Bought new jeans and low cut top in a deep purple, my favorite color.
Also, wearing a sexy bra and panty set wouldn’t hurt either.
Adam had already been unshackled and appeared to be waiting for me to make the first move. Neither of us spoke, perhaps afraid to say anything, or perhaps we just wanted to get down to…um, business.
I took the initiative, and walked forward, putting my hands softly on his face as I pulled him in for a kiss. Kissing was allowed, I had been told, and I was glad to hear of it. I may be dripping wet, but real foreplay was always a big turn on for me.
Adam smelled good, and I smiled as he placed his lips along my throat and very gently nipped. I gasped and felt him pull me closer to feel that, he too, was indeed ready.
Helen was in her spot,