   |  Warning: Last Call (7,100 words) contains ill-advised trash talk, lusty logistics, and an awkward reunion.  I leaned over toward him, lips pursed, intending for nothing but a brief kiss, the kind I would give a girlfriend I hadn't seen in a long time. But he had other ideas. I probably should've seen it coming. He held the back of my head, and swiftly pulled my mouth toward his, opening it up with his tongue, which quickly darted to its destination in my cheeks. Aside from the initial awkwardness, he was a good kisser. I reluctantly opened my mouth wider, letting my tongue join with his. I could hear catcalls from his buddies, which encouraged him that much more. The next thing I knew, I had been lifted off my barstool, and my body was pressed against this stranger. He started to rub his hands up and down my back, and the feedback from the corner got even louder. I became lost in that moment, so as his hands eventually cupped each cheek of my ass, my hands did some exploration of their own, traveling south until they rested on the crotch of his jeans. There was already some activity going on. Although I expected to feel something, it jolted me back to reality. I had done too much. |
 | Warning: Double Dipping (10,100 words) contains bureaucratic booty calls, winter coat seductions, and number crunching for three. He just stared at me; it made me self-conscious. I wondered if I had done the wrong thing. Maybe this approach would only make the situation worse. The silence grew longer, and my confidence rapidly shrunk. After a while I started to feel rejected. He finally spoke, defrosting the chilly air of failure that engulfed me. "Ummmm...Victoria...I don't understand what's going on here." I laughed, trying to sound confidently sexy. "What does it look like?" "It looks like we were talking about work one minute and you stripped down naked the next." "I didn't have to strip down. I came in this way." Now he was the one laughing. "Okay, so you came to my house naked to talk about work?" I moved closer to him. I had to go in for the kill. It was now or never. I had to blow his mind that night, so he would forget about the whole investigation thing. If I didn't give Richard the best sex he'd ever had, it was just a matter of time before my money grab caught up with me. And then there was no telling what would happen if it all got exposed. "I came here to talk about you...about us." I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his as tightly as I could. I could feel his heart beating fast, and I knew it was just a matter of time before a bulge in his pants would make an appearance and rub against my exposed flesh. He gulped and nervously responded. "But...I thought you had a boyfriend." I firmly planted my lips against his neck. "Aren't you enjoying this?" "Um...yeah...but...." I continued kissing up and down his neck, tickling his skin with my lips. "Isn't this good, Richard? Doesn't it feel good?" I got my answer when I felt his erection grow against my body. I knew I had him. But the question was, would this be enough to save me? The fact that he didn't throw me over his shoulder immediately and usher me into the bedroom to ravish me made me have my doubts. "Wait, Victoria, I really don't understand why you're here. I mean...why all of a sudden—" "Shhhhhh...don't crunch the numbers on this, Richard. Enjoy it," I whispered in his ear. |
Although I’ve been writing fiction since I was a teenager, I fell into writing erotica because, like many people in this space, I saw the surge of indie erotica after Fifty Shades of Grey was published. I thought I would give it a shot and the result was my first story, Supernatural Seductions.
The fact that my first toe dip into the erotica pool was a paranormal story is no coincidence: I have been both fascinated wholly and frightened witless by the otherworldly since I was dragged to see the original Amityville Horror in the movie theater as a child. Horror movies and novels became my primary go-to entertainment source for many years, and although they made for many sleepless nights, I couldn’t stay away from them.
I also can’t resist a strange story. Or a story with a twist. (I have The Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock Presents to thank for that.) I know that some of my stories can be downright weird…and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Much like life, the path I take from Point A to Point B is not always a straight line and orgasms are often part of the journey my characters take, not always merely the destination.
I see myself as a literary flesh peddler—that is, like a talent scout, I get the characters together and let them perform. They present themselves to me, tell me who they are and what they want to do, and I give them the stage to do it on. Naked, of course. Some characters are bold and brazen and tell me exactly how they want to navigate the story, while others are more quiet and reserved, causing me to give them stricter direction in their scenes. In the end, I hope this all results in a fun and sexy story that turns you on as it takes turns you may not have expected—but leaves you satisfied on multiple levels nonetheless.
When I’m not writing my quirky erotica, I’m being quirky over on Medium, where I write erotic poetry, sex and relationship tips, flash fiction, and summaries of sex research. This is a great complement to my erotic stories because it allows me to explore sex and relationships in a different way—and hopefully help readers laugh, learn, think, get horny, and find information they can use in their own relationships and sex lives.
I love this strange little corner that I’ve created for myself and whether you read my fiction or my work on Medium, I hope you enjoy it too. I am tremendously thankful for each and every one of my readers because you are giving me your most valuable asset—your time. You could be doing anything in the world right now, but instead you’re spending this moment with me, and for that, I appreciate you.
With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,
Kiki Wellington
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Kiki Wellington is one of my favorite authors! I love all her books. My favorite is her book series 'Portal'.
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you so much, Audrey! I really appreciate it!
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