Blurb:
What if there
was punishment when you didn’t dream the right dreams? That’s the dilemma Leah
Kent, and her professor, Al Foster must face—dream right, or take the
punishment. The Psychology of Dreams 101 is a wander into the sexy and dark
unconscious as Leah takes a Psychology of Dreams adult education class, only to
discover that the required dream journal leads to some seriously kinky night
journeys. But not all dreams are pleasant ones, and some have far-reaching
repercussions in the waking world.
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X Rated Excerpt:
“Now then, let’s
see if we can’t ease the pain in you lovely little bottom before we get on with
the spanking, ” Dr. Clyde said before Leah could ask what he meant by his
remark about them never getting out of the dream. He rummaged and rattled
through the surprising abundance of the desk drawers until he came up with a
tube of something she couldn’t see in her bent-over position, but as he
unscrewed the lid, she immediately smelled peaches. There was the sound of
something squirting, and then she felt the doctor’s large palm spreading cool
lotion against her burning butt. She sighed and clenched at the pleasure of it.
“There now. That feels better, doesn’t it hon? Just what the doctor ordered. We
don’t want that lovely ass of yours too wounded just yet. Your punishment has
hardly begun, after all.”
“Peach?
Seriously?” Al said, coming closer to observe and sniffing as he did so.
“Yup! And it’s
edible too,” Dr. Clyde said. “Taste. Not like that, Dear God, Al, put the tube
down, and use your imagination. You’re in a dream for fuck sake! And you,” he
turned his attention back to Leah, “you lie still. You’re being punished. You
don’t get to see what’s happening. You have to trust the dream, trust that what
happens next is all a part of the experience.”
“Enough of the
psycho-babble, already, Derrick. We get it,” Al protested. There was a
shuffling of male bodies behind her, and Leah felt a different set of hands,
clearly Al’s hands. They were not quite as large as Dr. Clyde’s, but they were
slightly calloused. She wondered how someone who taught courses on dream
psychology got calloused hands. He gently cupped her hips, careful not to touch
her wounded left ass-cheek. Then she felt the humid heat of his breath just
before his warm wet tongue pressed against the place where her thigh met her
left buttock.
“Oh God!” she
managed, as the unexpected, but delightful, sinuous lap of his tongue up the
rounded contour of her ass cheek moved inward, closer to the cleft that she
knew would taste nothing at all like peaches. Meanwhile the doctor droned on
that though at one point in our evolution, we liked the scents and odors of the
body, at present that was less the case, and scented and flavored lubricants
and lotions for sex often made the partners more comfortable with their
personal smells.
“I like her
smell,” came Al’s muffled reply. “It’s her I want to taste, not fucking
peaches.”
“Wait a minute,
you can smell me? I mean I’m sure you can smell me now, but … before?”
“I ha’ a
‘en’ative nothe,” came the slurped reply against her ass, and she decided right
then and there that she was just fine with that.
“I fail to see
how eating her out is going to help ease the pain at all,” Dr. Clyde observed
as Al licked and slurped and nibbled ever closer to the ache at the center that
had nothing to do with the spanking.
“It’s my dream.”
Leah protested, wriggling and squirming to open her legs against the restraint
of the panties around her knees. “If I want him to do … that, then surely he
should do that.”
“It’s hardly a
punishment though, is it?” the doctor said, stepping back and folding his arms
across his chest observing Al’s efforts from the edge of Leah’s peripheral
vision.
“Who the fuck ca
-- res?” she managed with a little gasp
as Al fingered her open to make room for his very talented tongue.
She was just
getting into it, just beginning to think that maybe Al’s tongue was prehensile
when she heard a grunt and opened her eyes to discover the good doctor had
moved closer, and he was now observing with his trousers open, his gaze locked
on what Al was doing to her bottom and his fist locked around his heavy
erection, which pointed accusingly at her ass as he shifted his hips to free
his balls. Not that she wanted him to stop or anything, but she was just about
to comment that she failed to see what his cock stroking had to do with her
punishment when the sudden absence of a warm tongue from her nether region and
the sound of a zipper opening told her that, in solidarity with his fellow
male, Al had just freed Simba. She pressed her legs tightly together and
wriggled just enough for the binding panties to drop to the floor. Then she
kicked them aside and she was free too, opening her thighs anticipating more
than Al’s tongue when the damn doctor called a halt to all activities.
“Now what?” Both
she and Al growled at the same time.
“You’re not
supposed to fuck her, Al. You’re supposed to spank her, punish her, make her
repentant.”
“Oh I am,” she
managed breathlessly. “I’m very repentant. I’ll never write down fake dreams
again.”
Dr. Clyde
ignored her. “Look, in the dreams, you’re both being punished. No one gets
satisfaction until the punishment is complete.”
“Seriously?”
Leah said, and Al cursed profusely. Under different circumstance to hear such
foul language from the mouth of her mild-mannered instructor would have shocked
her, but at the moment, she was inclined to agree with him completely.
“Well, I suppose
I could have some satisfaction,” the
doctor added with a little shrug of his broad shoulders, and the movement made
his dick look like it shrugged too in its anxious agreement. “After all it’s
not my dream and I’m not being punished.” Cock in hand, he insinuated himself
between Al and Leah and with a quiver of anticipation, Leah wriggled against
the table as he fingered her open.
“Wait a minute,”
Al said. “This is Leah’s dream. What if she doesn’t want you to fuck her? What
if she just wants to get on with it?”
“No, no! That’s
all right. I’m good with it. I’m fine.” Leah just wanted someone to fuck her and soon! Since it was her dream, why not the
good doctor? He was certainly ready.
“That doesn’t
mean you can’t put your cock in her mouth if you want,” Dr. Clyde said to Al.
“I suppose that could be considered punishment. It could certainly be
considered humiliation in most BDSM circles, if done under the right
circumstances, or so I’m told,” he added quickly.
“What if I put
my cock up your ass instead,” Al said, shocking both Leah and Dr. Clyde as he
yanked at the waistband of the man’s expensive trousers.
Before the
doctor could protest, Leah added her own bit of profanity to the blue language
hanging in the air. “It’s my dream, damn it! So just put your fucking cock in
his fucking hole already! I don’t see how that can affect my punishment. And
when you do, I want to see, so Doc, if you’ll just hand me the mirror.”
“Wait a minute,
Al’s the Dom, not you.”
“Shut up, Doc!”
both she and Al said at once.
“It’s my dream,”
Leah repeated, “Besides,” she added quickly, “I’ve never seen a man fuck a man
before.”
“Come to think
of it, neither have I,” Dr. Clyde said. “Do you think you can angle the mirror
so I can see too.”
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About K D Grace/Grace
MarshallVoted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology. She enjoys spending time in the gym – right now she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. She loves to read, watch birds and do anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
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