Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Yes, it's all about Marvin today. Here's an excerpt while you wait for Marvin's release! I hope you enjoy it!
Marvin and The Three Bears (from Ellora's Cave)
A scene in which Marvin faces Mama Bear...
Taking a deep breath, Marvin opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Lissa waited at the top of the stairs, her fingers tapping a hole into the wood banister. When she saw Marvin, she straightened and began the short walk toward him. The seductive sway of her hips and breasts captivated him, holding him steady until she was inches in front of him.
She tipped her head back and looked up at him, her ruby red lips opening, giving him the perfect image of her lips wrapped around his cock.
But somehow he didn’t think she was going to be quite as generous as Jeremy had been.
Marvin found himself unable to respond.
The edges of her mouth kicked up in an arrogant smile that rippled through his chest and sank into his groin. Never had a woman looked at him like that—wicked, sexual, powerful. Every sensation seemed to be a new caress to his cock.
He had a fuzzy flash of the Fairy Godmothers. Frumpy, grim, overworked. They all viewed him as a necessary evil—the one who assigned them tales and kept things in line. But never had they looked at him like he was a treat. Something to be savored. Tormented…just a little…just enough.
His chest seized up. With just one look she’d made his cock hard.
And being that he’d just discovered how deliciously painful that could be, how much he ached for release, he really had no choice when she turned and walked away…well, it was really more of a stroll, with slow, swinging hips and the potential for hot sex rolling off her back.
There was really nothing he could do. Nothing…except follow.
She opened her bedroom door and led the way. She stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at him, her eyes commanding his attention.
Forcing air into his lungs, he took a step forward.
Once he made that first step, his body took control and he followed.
He stepped into the bedroom. The bedspread had been straightened after his frantic attempt at dishevelment. All that remained were crisp corners.
And an array of tools. Objects. Toys. Implements. It all depended on how one viewed such things.
The band around his chest pulled tighter as he saw the “implements” displayed at the foot of the bed. A crop, a paddle and a short, cylindrical object. Butt plug. Even without much modern knowledge of the Real World he recognized the device. And thanks to Marlena and her lovers, he knew how it was used.