Caught In The Act
Thank you very much for hosting me on Erotica For All today. It’s a pleasure to be back.
Have you ever been caught in the act? By act, I mean, having sex. I haven’t, but with two young kids, it’s something that is always in the back of my mind. I don’t want to traumatize them.
But what about by friends, or even your parents? Does that possibility add to the excitement of it? Maybe…
What if you’re on the other end? You’re the one catching the couple in the act. I’ve been there. No, it wasn’t my parents. Thank goodness! But still a bit traumatic. It’s been a while since I was in high school, but that was hard to forget.
What if the situation is different and you catch two strangers going at it? What if you were asked to join in?
Well, that’s exactly what happens to Cael in Crash Landing.
Here’s an excerpt:
He rushed to the right, his rod too hard to wait. The slurping, sucking, and cries of pleasure continued as he reached the entrance behind which the action took place. The door ajar, he dared a quick glimpse into the room. With a gasp, he stepped back into the hall, but could not take his eyes off the sight in front of him.
With her rounded pink ass and swollen sex folds in full view, a woman went to work sucking off a man. The musky scent of her desire wound through his nasal passages and drew him closer. She rested on her hands and knees on a platform, while the guy kneeled in front of her. But unlike any beings he had ever seen on the vids of Earth, the guy had blue skin. Not his deep, almost indigo shade, but lighter, closer to the color of the water he’d landed in. Long blond hair flowed over his shoulders, onto his muscular chest.
The man held the woman’s shoulders with his webbed hands—yes, webbed hands—drawing her on and off his dick. “You have the mouth of an angel.” He threw his head back and thrust faster and faster between her lips.
The sight stimulated Cael. They weren’t trying to make babies; it seemed they were having sexual relations for pleasure. He yearned not only to bury his face in the wet pussy in front of him, but to taste the man’s blue dick, feel it inside of him. Back on Narien, he’d crafted his own devices made from the soft, flimsy bark of the totmos plant, to experience the pleasure both men and women felt in the stadium, why they cried out during mating, but never seemed injured. And learn he had, anxious to be ready when he reached his thirtieth year and was allowed to mate. He’d turned that age a half year ago, with no one on his ship to be his partner. Would he finally have an opportunity?
When the man lowered his head again, his brilliant blue eyes flashed open, fixing on Cael.
Oh shit. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop watching.
The man slowed his movements to long drawn out strokes, but didn’t stop. “It seems our guest has finally woken up.”
“And?” the woman mumbled around his cock.
“He appears healed.” The man winked at him. “And from the hard-on he’s sporting, very anxious to join in.”
What would you do in his situation? Would you join in or run away?
As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with him?
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.