It’s interesting how vulnerability shows up differently in all of us, but it’s there, just the same. Even the cockiest among us can have self-doubts at times, especially when our very existence is at the mercy of someone else, someone who controls our narrative with the movement of a pen or a keystroke, someone who can both expose us for who we are and, at the same time, allow us to become something more.
What if the mind of the creator of her own erotic universe, not the actual universe, allowed her characters to make their own choices? Have their own ideas? Drive their own narratives? What if a brigade of redheads decided to have a little chat inside the brain of the author to confess their own opinions about their characters and storylines? Wouldn’t that be a story worth telling? I certainly hope so.
It was Grace who decided we should all meet. Of course, it was her. She’s the brilliant-minded one among us—organized, sophisticated, and clever. Imagine my surprise when she asked me to join the group!
I’m Freya, the new kid in town. And by town, I mean the dangerous neighborhood known as the mind of techgoddess, where all her many characters roam free. Techgoddess (the t is not capitalized, but the story mods will insist it must be so at the beginning of a sentence), or Katarina, better known as Kat, has a thing for writing about redheads. Makes sense. She is, after all, a red-haired woman; they always say write what you know, right?
The fact that I got an invitation to the bonfire made me a little giddy, if I’m being honest. After all, these other women are each part of their own lengthy series. I’m just the main character in a love story about a dragon. I think the others are wondering if I had sex with Dreki while he was in dragon form, which I did not! If I had, there would have been no love story genre for my tale; into monster sex or sci-fi, my story would have gone!
Anyway, as I got ready for an evening in the woods with the rest of the copper-locked crew, I perused the confirmed attendees of the guest list: Grace Remy Stewart from The Last Escort (and three other stories – see why she’s in charge?), Reina Kelly Stephens from The Office Whore, Olivia (last name unmentioned) from Hot Wife Hotel, Libby (also without a last name) from Embracing the Hot Wife Life, Valencia Welton (better known as Val) from The Cocktail Party, and me, Freya (last name unknown) from Redemption.
I feel my brow furrow while questions swirl around in my head.
Why do some characters get last names, while others don’t? Do the ones with only first names matter less? Did our author not plan for the character to be more than a one-off? I shrug. Does it really matter? I can’t imagine readers caring about such a detail.
Also, why do I get to be the narrator of this story? That one I have an answer for: because Grace said so, and who am I to argue with Amazing Grace? I’ve heard it said many times that she’s a force to be reckoned with, so, yeah, I’m a little intimidated by her even though I have stood up to a fire-breathing dragon.
After showering (this is where some readers will pause for a moment to picture me naked as the hot, steamy water rinses the suds from my creamy breasts, and rightfully so—my breasts are spectacular), I dressed casually in a cute top and cut-off jeans. I left my long hair naturally curly, swiped on some mascara and lip gloss, and slipped on some strappy little shoes. I was ready to hang with the Redhead Brigade, a group of formidable, sensual redheads from the mind of our decadent author!
Who knows how I got there (the magic of storytelling, I suppose), but when I reached the bonfire, one thing was clear: our author has a type. I’m not saying we are clones or anything. For goodness' sake, I’m 20, Libby’s 24, Reina’s 25, Val’s and Olivia’s ages are unknown, but I’m guessing late 30s based on their storylines, and Grace is the matron of the bunch. I’m guessing she must be at least 40 by now, since I think she turned 37 a couple of books ago. But I’d have to go back and check, and who has time to read every part of every Mac and Grace story?
Perusing my fellow gingers, I laughed. We all looked like we could be sisters with long, curly red hair, blue eyes, sensual lips, and ample bosoms (much like our author).
They all looked at me, wondering what I did to deserve an invitation to this soiree. Before I could answer their questioning stares, Grace spoke.
“Thank you all for agreeing to meet. I decided it might be fun to all be in the same place at the same time since we collectively make up a big chunk of Kat’s story catalog. I’ve asked Freya to join us since she is the most recent redhead to join the techgoddess stable of hot, seductive redheads. She’ll be narrating this story because, well, because she’s the youngest of us and the most recent redhead to be dreamt up in Kat’s head.”
And, let’s face it, because Grace said so, I thought.
Libby glanced around the bonfire as she sat cross-legged in tight jeans that hugged her hips and ass perfectly (gotta add some descriptions for the visual readers among you). “Shouldn’t there be more of us?” she asked as Olivia handed her a beer.
Reina sighed heavily. “Well, of course, there should, but not all of us could be here.”
“Why not?” I asked naïvely.
“Well, that sweet girl from The Last Dance obviously couldn’t be here. What was her name?” Liv asked as she took a swig from her own beer bottle.
“Her name was Natalie Benson Travis. And, sadly, she passed away at the end of her story,” Grace said somberly.
“That’s allowed?” I asked in a panicky voice, not realizing that we, the characters, could be so vulnerable as to die in our stories.
“Cancer took both her and her husband, Seth. That series made many people cry. But it was such a good love story,” Grace commented.
“Where’s Chelsea, from Dancing With A Stranger?” Val asked. “I’m guessing she’s too busy working to be bothered with socializing.”
“I’m happy to report that she and Will got married and are on their honeymoon. Once they both agreed that neither one of them was to blame for her late husband, Liam’s death, they took a chance with each other. Chelsea must truly be in love,” Grace sighed. “She took a month off from work.”
“Damn, she must be! Good for her! What about Quinn, from the Forbidden series?” Libby asked.
“I heard she, ummm, may have summoned that sexy Selkie, Ronan, so she and Sean could have a girl,” Reina said sheepishly. “So, while we are all just talking about sex, Ronan is filling her tight pussy with that long, hard shaft.”
When I frowned, Olivia laughed. “What, did you think Redemption was Kat’s first foray into folklore? She did a three-part series with that sexy-as-fuck Selkie. Oof, that sizzled! It was like the world’s longest foreplay and seduction.”
Suddenly, I felt inadequate compared to these other women. “My story had well over 3,000 words before there was any sex in my story with Dreki,” I said, holding my chin unnecessarily high and making a mental note to myself to step up my off-scene sex life.
“Sorry, kid, I haven’t read it yet,” Liv answered.
“Too busy fucking every man, woman, and object in sight?” Libby asked with obvious snark in her voice.
“Oh, as if you haven’t enjoyed some hot group sex. You even fucked your…”
“Nope! Please don’t say it! We don’t want this fun little story to end up in the wrong category,” Grace warned.
“Fine!” Liv said. “But can I ask Freya if she fucked Dreki while he was a dragon?”
“It was in the Love Stories genre, so I’m guessing no,” Grace said, raising an eyebrow as if to caution the others to let that subject go.
“Has anyone noticed that we are all exceptionally good at sucking cock?” Liv asked out of the blue. But she wasn’t wrong. And it helped steer the conversation back to the intended discussion.
“Well, why shouldn’t we be? Write what you know, isn’t that what they say?” Reina asked, repeating my own thoughts from earlier.
Liv rolled her eyes. “I’m telling you right now, there is no way in hell that Kat has done half the stuff I’ve done in Hot Wife Hotel. She sure as shit hasn’t been hogtied and gangbanged on a yacht.”
“No, she hasn’t,” Grace admitted. “But she’s entitled to have a vivid imagination. Although she’s written some steamy true stories, not every story needs to be real to be realistic. She never worked as an interpreter for a sleazy foreign dignitary or traveled around Europe as an escort, but she wrote those storylines pretty convincingly.”
“I feel like there are more of us missing,” Libby said.
“Let’s not focus on who isn’t here, the point of this little get-together was to talk about our sex lives, right?” Val asked.
“Yep. How’s the open relationship going for you, Val?” Reina asked, genuinely curious.
“It’s actually going quite well. My husband, Anton, travels a lot, so Derek and I have been fucking up a storm. Admittedly, though, what I enjoy most is the ferocity of Anton’s lust when he comes home. Banging Derek on the side has really taken our sex life to the next level!”
Reina shook her head. “Kudos to you, but I’d be too jealous to share.”
“Open marriages aren’t for everyone. Derek has his moments when it’s tough for him to accept that I don’t belong to him. But he enjoys this pussy enough to push away thoughts of doubt that creep in from time to time. He’s got a good thing going with me, and he knows it. I’m good for him both in the bedroom and the boardroom,” Val laughed.
“Hey, isn’t that Grace’s line?” I asked, somewhat more defensively than I meant to.
“Grace isn’t the only corporate badass here, honey,” Val quipped. “And to answer your earlier question, I’m in my early 40s, darling. What are you? 16? 18? Should you even be drinking that beer, child?”
“I’m not a child! I’m 20!”
“Relax, there’s no drinking age in Kat’s brain. She can imbibe if she wants,” Grace said pointedly. “And you’re right, I’m not the only corporate badass. But I am the one who has been the primary focus of three and a half novels so far.”
“Fair point,” Val said, grabbing another beer. “And you really don’t fuck around?”
“Jeez, do you even read her stories?” Liv asked, annoyed. “She doesn’t need to fuck around. Mac has a big, fuckin’ dick and still burns for her after all this time.”
“Speaking of burning, I Still Burn For You had a redhead, right?” I asked. “Was she not invited?”
Liv shot me an annoyed look. “I’m sure that Virginia declined the invitation. Hard to blame her. She’s in a wheelchair and uses assistive technology to communicate. A bonfire would probably not have been very fun for her. She sure got the raw end of that deal when James left her for Marilyn.”
“On the contrary, Virginia had planned to attend,” Grace remarked. “But she met someone and they had plans.”
“She met someone?” Reina asked. “But she…”
Grace grinned slyly. “That girl may not be able to speak, but she can do other things with that mouth, apparently. And, while the waist down feels nothing, she told me that her nipples are enjoying her new beau’s attention, though her heart still aches for James.”
I blushed as my own nipples stood up like perky little party hats.
“Speaking of nipples, I’m thinking of getting mine pierced,” Liv announced. “But Kat seems reluctant to let me. I had hoped for another chapter from her, but she’s been busy writing love stories and folklore, and shit that makes people cry.”
“You’re just jealous that she discovered that there are readers out there who enjoy more depth to their stories than just a hot redhead sucking and fucking. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Hot Wife Hotel is a decadent series, and I’ve masturbated to some of your escapades at times, but what do we really know about you, Olivia, besides the fact that you enjoy making Steve horny as fuck while he watches the whole world bang his wife? Or that you love taking Darko’s big cock up your ass?” Val asked with her nose in the air.
“Says the woman who fucks her employee and calls him lucky. That’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen,” Liv retorted.
“Ladies, please! Enough bickering. We are all intelligent women who are good at and enjoy sex. Kat writes our stories differently because variety is the spice of life. Readers don’t want every single one of us redheads to be the same. I mean, yes, a lot of the sex scenes are described similarly, with our men capturing a nipple between their teeth, stimulating our hard little nubs, making our hips rock involuntarily, and our backs arch while they empty their seed deep inside us, but some of us are monogamous, while others are not. It helps Kat appeal to different types of readers,” Grace explained.
“Some guys don’t care, though,” Libby offered. “Some just like knowing a hot redhead is spreading her legs and it doesn’t matter if it’s just for one man, a couple of guys, or the whole damn football team.”
“Who fucked a football team? How did I miss that story?” Liv asked.
“No one, yet, but maybe if you ask nicely, Kat will let you have that as your next storyline,” Reina said cheekily.
“Bitch!”
“Slut!”
“Ladies, please! Stop with the nastiness. We are, for all intents and purposes, like one big happy family. So, let’s stop being bitchy with each other and talk about what we like about how Kat writes our scenes.”
“Or what we don’t like?” Libby asked.
Val scoffed. “What’s not to like? We always cum hard and end up sated.”
“Except that one time early on in The Last Escort when Mac came and left Grace less than thrilled with the experience,” Olivia reminded the group.
Reina jumped to the rescue, “To be fair, he was McKinley then, and kind of a dick. Grace helped him become a better man.”
“Kind of like you did with Chad?” I asked.
“Yes.” Reina smiled sweetly. “Although Mac and Chad were broken in different ways, I’d like to think Grace and I have that fix-your-man thing in common.”
“I agree that you fixed Chad; I don’t believe that Grace fixed Mac. I think she just helped him find himself and learn what his priorities should be,” Val suggested. “Much like McKinley was, my Anton is far too invested in his work. The biggest difference is that Kat allowed Mac to grow and change over time. She took what worked with Chad and Reina and made it even better with Mac and Grace. She made them only have eyes for each other, which appeals to many readers. But that techgoddess is a crafty bitch; she also realized that a good number of guys enjoy cheating stories. And while my series doesn’t actually involve cheating, my enjoyment of sex on the side offers the titillation of fucking another man’s wife.”
“Hey, didn’t Kat write a story called Another Man’s Wife? Where’s that redhead?” Libby asked.
Grace giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. “That series was a true story; Kat is that redhead.”
Liv inquired about some of the others. “Alisha? Kelly?”
Grace shrugged. “To be honest, I was only going to invite redheads who were part of a series.”
“So why am I here?” I asked.
“Well, Freya, because your story was so magical and inspiring. The rest of us have tamed men; you tamed a fire-breathing dragon. That’s pretty fuckin’ impressive,” Grace admitted.
“Okay, but just to be clear, I didn’t fuck Dreki in dragon form. He was a man when he…”
“But I’ll bet you wanted to,” Liv interrupted. “My God, we are a distractible bunch of broads! Must be our author’s ADHD rearing its head. I particularly like the variety of sex Kat has let me have with both men and women. I’ve been played with, prodded, tied up, sucked, fucked, dominated, and used, and nothing seems to break me. Hell, I even got to go on the road with that sexy guy, Jay, and be a Trucker Fucker.”
“You do have the most freedom,” Libby agreed. “No real woman could ever take as much physically or emotionally as you do and still keep coming back for more. But, no one needs you to be real, do they? They all love that Olivia has no limits and no holes left unfilled, no matter how outrageous the scenes.”
“Jealous?” Liv asked.
“Nope, I couldn’t keep up with you if I wanted to. I’m content to be Kent’s hot wife and fuck his friends and the occasional…”
“Quiet! Do not even think of bringing up that occasional…thing.”
“Relax! Jeez!”
“Let’s go back to our unrivaled oral skills, shall we?” Reina chimed in. “I mean, all of our men have large packages, and yet, we can make our nose touch their bellies and tongue their sacs. How is that even possible?”
“I don’t care,” Olivia laughed. “The fact that we can take huge dicks down our throats is one of my favorite things about Kat’s writing. I’d be willing to bet that a lot of male readers would agree.”
We all laughed. Liv wasn’t wrong. What guy doesn’t love to imagine a sexy redhead with blue eyes and big tits taking him balls deep in her slutty little throat? But I digress…
“I love that we all swallow. A blow job isn’t a blow job if you’re gonna spit that stuff out,” Libby added. “And I like that Kat occasionally lets men cum on my tits. That’s really fuckin’ hot.”
“Don’t you mostly fuck old dudes? Do they still have enough jizz to cover those girls?” Val asked.
“Kent’s fishing buddy, Mark, and his brother, Tony, might be older, but they’ve still got swagger.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep! Not to mention the talented tongues!”
“God bless Kat for giving us men with talented tongues!” the group agreed.
“Oh, God, yes! Fuck, I love it when Chad can’t get enough of eating my pussy.”
“Good thing he gave up the Blonde Bore Whores, huh?” Val said, smirking.
Reina shot Valencia an annoyed look but didn’t bother to respond. I smirked. Reina sure didn’t need to feel intimidated. After all, Val’s Cocktail Party was merely a 5-part series, but The Office Whore has 59 parts, and rumor has it that Kat is working on Part 60. At least I think I saw it floating around on her flash drive. But I’m not gonna mention it to her in case I’m wrong.
When it appeared that Reina wasn’t reacting, Val turned to me.
“Some of us like to be spanked. What are your thoughts on that, Freya?”
I felt my face get hot. “Um, I, well… isn’t spanking a punishment?” I asked naïvely.
“It can be, if you’re a naughty girl. Are you a naughty girl, Freya?”
“Jesus, Val, lay off; she’s only 20,” Grace scolded. “She was a virgin when she met Dreki. She’s still learning how she likes to be touched.”
“Relax, I was just teasing her. I’ve read a few spanking stories featuring the rest of you lovely little sluts.” Val said. “Olivia’s session with Ian had me rubbing out a quick one when he said, ‘I want your pussy dripping, and I want you to beg me to fuck you. In the process, I hope to make your ass as red as your hair.’ That one made me squirt. I’ve read some of your chapters, too, Grace; I know you enjoy a good, hard spanking. But I’ll bet no one enjoys it more than Reina.”
I frowned. “Except maybe Emmy.”
“Who’s Emmy?” Liv asked.
Reina rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Olivia. You must have read the Dark Needs series. Emmy fucking loved when Paul took a cane to her ass.”
“How did I miss that series? Damn! Where is Emmy?”
“She’s at the hospital.”
“Hospital? Oh, my God! Did he go overboard with the caning?”
“Good God, no; she just gave birth to their second child. Paul sends their regards; mom and baby are fine.”
“Aww, that’s cool. Good thing she dumped that asshole, Alexander, who treated her as if she were just a body to use, what a dick!” Reina remarked. “And, by the way, I do really enjoy spanking, but I enjoy shower sex even more. The feeling of my tits pressed up against the cool tile…”
“Does Kat ever write stories without redheads?” I blurted out, suddenly feeling as though we gingers were a dime a dozen or an overplayed commodity. Plus, I needed to change the subject; I was getting far too aroused for my own good.
“Isn’t Cece Miller, from Sex-TV, a blonde?” Val asked.
“Nope, she’s a ‘fiery redhead’ but she has emerald-green eyes, not blue like the rest of us.”
Libby chimed in, “Dirty Diana is a blonde. She’s a hot-to-trot flight attendant. Her story was a salacious little series! That scene in the cockpit where the pilot admitted he wanted to shove his cock into Diana’s tight little ass gave me a whole new appreciation for the Mile-High Club!”
That brought some naughty giggles.
“My sister-in-law, Aislynn, is a supermodel with long, jet-black hair,” Grace offered.
“She’s not the main character, though,” Reina reminded her.
Grace just nodded. “True. I’m sure there must be other non-gingers; Kat has over 500 erotic tales! But I feel like we’ve gotten off track again. Does anyone have any complaints about how Kat writes their sex scenes?”
Olivia raised her hand. “I have zero issues with my sex scenes except that I would really like more of them. Kat lets her imagination run wild when she writes my stories, but it’s been a year and a half since there’s been a new chapter for me. I’m tired of you hogging the limelight, Grace.”
I felt a little sorry for Olivia. I’d be upset, too, if I were part of a series that just stopped without any warning. So, I decided to be kind.
“Okay, I’m probably not supposed to say anything, and I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I did see the beginnings of a rough draft called Olivia’s Submissive Vacation on the flash drive when Kat was trying to decide what to write next.”
“Seriously? How close to being completed is it?” Liv asked hopefully.
“Well, um…” I realized now that I should have kept my mouth shut.
Grace shot me a look of displeasure. Ugh! The last thing I wanted was to be that irritating little sister who fucked things up with my big mouth. Suddenly, I wished Dreki were a dragon again and could swoop in and fly me outta here.
“Let’s just say, don’t get your hopes up. It’s only 51 words long at this point. But never say never, Liv; it has potential,” Grace said kindly.
“That’s not even long enough to be a good micro! Ugh!” Liv looked pissed. “This is your fault, Grace. She was happy writing smokin’ hot wank material until she got the idea that she wanted to write deeper characters. People fucking love perfect Grace Remy Stewart, you’re so bloody smart and sophisticated! Well, Kat was starting to show people that I had a keen business sense as well. I talked Darko into making me a partner at Hot Wife Hotel. But after that, she had a whole party bus of horny cocks fuck me till I couldn’t walk when Steve was supposed to be treating me to a night out on the town, then she left me hanging. That vacation story was supposed to be scorching!”
Reina came to Grace’s defense. “Olivia, I know you’re disappointed, but this isn’t Grace’s fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. Kat is allowed to grow as a writer. And who are you kidding? I read the Party Bus Gang Bang episode of your series; you were in heaven being used like a slutty little whore.”
Liv shrugged. “You’re not wrong about that. I was sore as fuck, but I loved every minute of that gangbang. The men all told their wives they were playing Dungeons and Dragons while I was serving them as a party favor cum slut on that Party Bus. It was one of my most decadent Hot Wife Hotel storylines. But that was March of 2024. and I feel, I don’t know… left behind.”
“We all do,” Libby interjected. “Except Grace.”
“That’s not entirely true; I’ve taken a back seat plenty of times. I’ve waited patiently while Kat has written stories about love, loss, heartache, and other deep topics. I get annoyed with the wait time between my chapters, too,” Grace said more defensively than I expected.
I inhaled sharply and got brave. “She couldn’t very well keep piling all that angst on your shoulders, Grace. To show character development, she needed to ease up on the constant conflicts she was throwing your way. So, I’m sure she needed an outlet for those emotions.”
Grace bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I guess you’re right. But I just wanted you all to know that you aren’t the only ones who feel frustrated at times.”
“My story was over in one part,” I said softly. “Readers have to imagine my happily ever after. But Grace, they have gotten to see you get married, give birth to two kids, and travel the world.”
“You rode on the back of a fucking dragon, Freya. And your one story is some of the best writing Kat’s ever published on Lush, in my humble opinion,” Grace said.
“She’s not wrong, kid; your story was fucking magical. I thought I might lose interest as it was taking so long to get to the sex part, but I didn’t. It was excellent, babe,” Reina said, patting me on the back.
“I’d love to take credit, but it was Kat who wrote the story, not me. She’s the mastermind behind our stories; she brings us to life,” I reminded the group.
“She’s right, we wouldn’t be here tonight; hell, we wouldn’t even exist if she didn’t imagine us in that crazy brain of hers. We are all lucky to have stories; there are some characters whose stories have yet to see the light of day,” Grace commented. “Take Aileen, for instance.”
“Who’s Aileen?” Libby asked, her brows furrowing.
“Exactly! She’s been hanging out on techgoddess’s flash drive since 2020, waiting for our beloved author to figure out how to make her story comply with Lush’s AUP,” Grace explained.
“Why doesn’t she just publish it somewhere else?” I asked innocently.
There was a collective gasp as these women looked at me as if I’d grown horns.
“Kat would never…"
“She’s been on Lush for 18 years…"
“Why would she want to start publishing somewhere else? She took a long-ass break in 2013 and had to basically rebuild a following when she came back in 2019.”
“Okay, I get it. Plus, she’s a story mod, so it makes sense that she would want to stick with Lush. Still, I feel bad for those characters whose stories never get published,” I said sadly.
“Oh, Aileen’s one of the lucky ones; her story is at least finished. There are a few characters whose stories are half-written, just waiting for Kat to come back and craft an ending to their tales.”
“Grace is right,” Reina said. “I’ve seen the file names on the flash drive. There’s Isabella, the home health care nurse, Kate, the slutty babysitter, and Alaina, the poor naïve wife who didn’t know her husband trained submissives.”
“Actually, that last one got published. Kat changed her name to Alisha and called the story Alisha Unleashed. She took second place in the Unleashed story competition and got an Editor’s Pick and some prize money for that one,” Grace pointed out.
“Good for her!”
“Yeah, it only took her 17 years to make the podium for a story comp,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes.
“You’re just jealous because the story wasn’t about you,” Libby scoffed.
“At least one of my chapters got a Recommended Read,” Liv snipped. “And it was that spanking story with Ian, which brings us back to the question. Freya, what are your thoughts on being spanked? You never answered.”
I looked Olivia straight in the eyes and said, “I’m not saying I’d never try it, but it doesn’t sound like something I’d enjoy. I’d rather lie on my back in the green meadow, spread my legs, and let my darling, Dreki, feast upon my sweet nectar.”
“Oh, barf!” Liv replied.
“Look,” Grace said, trying to redirect the conversation, yet again. “I think it all goes back to the fact that, while there are many similarities among us, the least of which is not our looks, Kat knows that we all enjoy different types of sex and readers like a variety of scenarios to read. Some want to read about Olivia taking a metal hook in her ass in a femdom session, some want to fantasize that Reina is their own personal office whore, dropping to her knees for Task #1…”
“What’s a Task #1?” I asked, interrupting.
“A blow job,” Reina said, grinning. “It’s Chad’s favorite task. Mine too.”
“How many tasks are there?”
“Twelve. You should really read the whole series, Freya. You might learn a few things to keep your new husband happy.”
Grace sighed. “As I was saying, Kat’s readers have a variety of needs and wants. I think she does a good job writing different kinds of stories to satisfy those desires. She has some monogamous couples, some open marriages, and some D/s relationships in her vast catalog.”
“Grace is right,” Val said after having been quiet for a while. “Kat isn’t big on cheating stories, but my Cocktail Party series filled that gap since Derek wasn’t exactly keen on fucking another man’s wife. And Libby fucking Kent’s older friends not only appeals to the hot wife fans, but has some delicious roleplay as well as age gap stuff. Olivia is just a fucking rock star letting any man, or woman for that matter, enjoy using her body with very few limits.”
“What are limits?” I blurted out before realizing it made me look young and dumb. I’d heard them mention this term a couple of times now and was too curious not to ask.
“Limits are things we won’t do sexually,” Grace said patiently. “For example, I told Mac early on that I don’t do gross stuff. He asked me to define that for him, and I said if it goes in the toilet, it doesn’t go on me.”
“Oh! Yeah, I don’t think I’d like that very much,” I agreed.
“Doesn’t anyone think it’s odd that we all have the same limits?” Libby asked.
“That’s not true,” Liv said, frowning. “Grace and Reina won’t fuck anyone but their husbands, and I’m pretty sure Freya feels that same way. But the rest of us are open to sex with other people, and I’m amenable to girl-on-girl action.”
“At the risk of sounding more like an idiot, what is girl-on-girl action?” I asked, feeling a little foolish for my lack of sexual education.
“Olivia is bisexual; she enjoys sex with both men and women. Sometimes at the same time. Same with Reina.”
“Wait; I thought Reina and Chad were monogamous!”
“Oh, we are, except for those rare occasions when we play in our sex dungeon with our office manager, Karenna, and her girlfriend, Gemma.”
“Sex dungeon? Oh!” I said, my mouth gaping open. “I guess I have a lot to learn.”
What the fuck is a sex dungeon? I thought.
“Seriously, read all 26 parts of Hot Wife Hotel if you want a real education,” Liv said, winking. “And check out The Office Whore series. Reina does some pretty freaky shit.”
I nodded, feeling myself grow damp between my legs. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get home to my Dreki so he could satisfy my feverish needs.
“Grace,” I asked pointedly, “what is your favorite thing to do sexually?”
Grace blushed. “I’m not known for kissing and telling, but I love it when Mac starts slowly and then takes me hard, fast, and deep.”
“Oh, come on, Gracie, give us more detail than that,” Liv hounded her.
Grace took a swig of her beer, gave a sly grin, and said, “Okay, fine. I love when Mac seduces me by parting my legs, planting soft, wet kisses up and down my inner thighs, before licking my pussy into a frenzy of need. When I think I can’t take anymore, he sends me over again, then he pushes his big, thick, hard, throbbing cock into my hot, wet pussy and fucks me into next Tuesday.”
“Damn, that’s hot! What about you, Libby?”
“I love to roleplay a scene where Kent takes me over to see his Grandpa Mark (not a blood relative) and lets him fuck me like a naughty little slut.”
“Didn’t you blow the ice cream man, Lib?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t as much fun as acting like a 16-year-old and letting two guys in their late 60s/early 70s fuck me in front of my husband.”
My head was spinning; clearly, these women were in an entirely different league sexually. I felt so inexperienced.
Grace saw my facial expression in the light of the fire and said, “We got to witness Dreki take your virginity, Freya. That was pretty damn hot!”
I shot her a grateful look. Of all these women present, she was my favorite. I’d need to get busy reading her stories so I could learn from the best.
“So, there’s nothing I need to chatter about in Kat’s head besides we all want more stories and more sex?” Grace asked.
“Freya, you should ask for a sequel,” Libby suggested.
I shook my head. “I think the story is perfect just the way it is. I got my fairytale ending.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Val said kindly. Then she turned to Grace. “If you get the chance, will you remind Kat that she loved the characters in my story and suggested she might, at some point, write another story for us? It doesn’t have to be a whole new series. Maybe just a follow-up? Unless she was just placating her readers who wanted her to continue The Cocktail Party.”
“She might have been, but I can ask. Anyone else got a question or a gripe?”
“I’d like to see The Office Whore – Part 60 get written,” Reina said. “Even if it means the end of my series. However, she’s more than welcome to leave my story open-ended. I just think it’s weird to have 59 chapters; it’s such an odd number!”
“I wouldn’t mind another chapter or two, but I’m not sure how much more mileage she could get out of my story. There’s not a ton of character development going on in my series. And let’s face it, she wrote the part about me fucking my…”
“Libby!” all the other women shouted.
“Relax! I was going to say my town sheriff. She wrote that… never mind.”
“I really want to go on that vacation, Grace. Maybe see if you can plant the idea in Kat’s head to work on that part?” Olivia sighed. “Steve has shared me with so many people; it would be kind of nice to have a chapter with just the two of us.”
Grace smiled. “You’ve earned that. I’ll see what I can do. Anything else?”
“I want her to write an actual sex scene for your sister-in-law, Aislyn, and her new man, Andy,” Val suggested. “Unless that would be too weird for you, Grace, seeing how you and Andy had a high school crush thing going on.”
Grace rolled her eyes and laughed. “Let me think on that.”
“What about you, Grace?” I asked. “Is there anything you’d like Kat to know?”
I watched as the woman who usually knows exactly what she wants to say heaved a heavy sigh. Then she shrugged. “I’d love to have Dominic and Addie take their grandkids for a weekend so Mac and I can walk around our big, fuckin’ house completely naked, fucking wherever and whenever we want,” she admitted with a sheepish grin. “We still have a lot of rooms in that house where we haven’t had sex yet.”
“You guys should make one of those rooms into a sex dungeon,” Reina suggested.
“I don’t need that. We aren’t heavy into the BDSM stuff like you and Chad. But I must confess, I’d like more spontaneous sex outside the bedroom. That being said, it can’t be like that all the time. Hence the need for Mac’s dad and his wife to take the kiddos for a few days. I’m pretty sure Kat can make that happen. Maybe not in the next set of chapters, but the ones after that.”
We all nodded. If anyone has Kat’s ear, it’s Grace.
I finished my beer and said, “I want to thank you all for letting me be part of this get-together. It was a lot of fun, and a real, um, eye-opening experience.”
“You’re one of Kat’s redheads. And, while yours may be a stand-alone story rather than a series, at 7500+ words, you earned your place here,” Reina assured me.
Olivia grinned devilishly. “You know what would be fun next time? What if, instead of a bonfire and all this discussion, we just had ourselves a decadent orgy? Or better yet, let’s invite Reina’s twin, Sydney, and…”
Grace raised an eyebrow, as only she can, and said, “Knock it off, Liv, or I’m gonna tell Kat to forget about that vacation for you.”
“Bitch!”
“Slut!”
“Whore!”
We all laughed.
I raised my bottle and said, “I think we should end with a toast. Grace, would you do the honors?”
She smiled. “Sure. That’s a nice idea. To techgoddess, AKA Kat, for being and having a thing for redheads. May she continue to find new ways to titillate her readers with a variety of stories, and may the sex keep getting hotter.
“Cheers!”
Suddenly, I felt reluctant to leave.
“What’s the matter, Freya?” Grace asked as she poured some water on the dying embers of the fire.
“I had a good time. I wish you lived closer to me.”
“Sweetie, we all live in Kat’s mind. You can visit me anytime.”
“And if I have questions about sex, can I ask you?”
“Of course, you can.”
“Okay, because I have a question. Is it normal to crave sucking my husband’s cock? Does that make me a slut?”
Grace laughed, “No, Freya, you’re not a slut. It’s your husband’s dick you want in your mouth, so that makes you an incredible wife, and makes your husband really fuckin’ lucky.”
“Oh, whew, thanks! Because, oh, my God, that thing is huge, and I…”
“All our men have big dicks, Freya. It’s one of the perks of being one of Kat’s characters,” Grace laughed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mac is home waiting to seduce me and fuck me on the elevator.”
“What’s an elevator?”
Grace shook her head. “Go home, Freya. Make your man happy and make sure he returns the favor. That’s another perk of being part of the Redhead Brigade – endless orgasms!”
I smiled. I didn’t need to ask what an orgasm was; Kat made sure Dreki knew precisely how to make my body tingle. She’s a very… generous, descriptive writer!
(Picture several wink emojis here since the real thing can make the display look wonky). ;)
