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- Herausgeber: Berlinable GmbH
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Serie: Chicago Kink
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
What's new in Chicago? It's another cold winter night. So why not have a date at a kink club? Not ideal for first dates, but okay for a third. Third time's a charm, after all. And after two exciting, kinky dates, it's time to try something new: a bondage workshop it is. The feeling of sexual energy is in the room, but there is also an air of respect for learning in the workshop. Who's watching? Who's into being watched? As our male protagonist ties the girl – his slut – up, he can feel the attention starting to shift; all eyes on them. Lucky him she's eager to be a good girl tonight. "Chicago Kink" is a juicy BDSM trilogy written by Desmond Blume, who once again excels at setting the mood for a sexy play session and casually flaunts his BDSM know how. A must read for everyone curious or looking to experiment and try something new – with a stranger, maybe? A compelling reading experience, even for BDSM newbies.
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CHICAGO KINK
Episode 3
Kink Club
Desmond Blume
Artcover: Velvet Susi
Copyright: BERLINABLE
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It’s our third date. I push open the door to Dorian’s in Wicker Park as the cold Lake Michigan wind blows down North Avenue. Dorian’s is a retro speakeasy, the front a record store with vinyl plastering the windows to the street. It’s Saturday night and it’s busy. I squeeze past a group of four and go through the dark maroon door that leads to the bar in the back. The bar is dark and dotted with high circular tables. The walls are lined with shelves of records. The stage next to the bar is empty. I take a seat at the bar and order a Boulevardier. The bartender smiles as I turn and see you walk through the entryway and start to look around. You’re wearing a short, black skirt and fishnet stockings. You knew this combination would kill me, and it does. I feel a stir in my cock already. Our eyes meet and I nod. You smile and make your way over to me.
“Don’t you look dashing tonight,” I say.
You take off your coat and sit down on the barstool next to me. I wait as you browse the menu. The bartender delivers my drink and I take a gulp of delicious amber whiskey laced with a dash of bitter Campari. I glance down at your legs. Your skirt is pulled up just enough so that I can see the lacy tops of your thigh-high stockings. I place my hand on your thigh and run my fingers over the fishnets. Fuck. So sexy. You give me a look out of the corner of your eye as your mouth curls at the edge. You order an Oaxaca Mule and then turn towards me. You ask me what the plan is for the night – as if you don’t already know.
“I thought we’d just get massages and have vanilla sex and go to bed early,” I say.
You laugh. I lean over and pull your ear into my mouth.
