Lust Bites

by Alison Tyler

My world is ripe with guilty pleasures. I have so many, I can hardly keep track…. You might think all of my guilty pleasures are sexual, but I tend not to feel guilty about what I do in bed, or against a tree, or bent over a car. Those are actual pleasures. My guilty ones are those I don’t like to admit….the ones that make my cheeks go pink… My true guilty pleasures tend to be more about sugar and shopping than shagging. And I’m ready to confess them all. Or at least the first three. Not only will I confess, I’m also going to link to excerpts from my blog that feature these guiltiest of pleasures.

Deep breath for courage, here. My name is Alison Tyler, and I buy boots…

Christ, do I buy boots… What made me think I needed turquoise. And purple. And the black ones. And three pairs of red ones. And the ones with the patches… and the zippers… Of course, boots can lead to sex. Wearing kick-ass boots definitely enhances an erotic mood.

I’d chosen a short plaid skirt, tight black t-shirt, black boots with silver buckles, fishnet stockings. Under the skirt, I had on ruby red satin panties, same color as the red in the plaid skirt. Same color as the lipstick I’d chosen, lipstick that quickly stained the rim of my tiny cup…

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Which leads us neatly to my second very guilty pleasure…

Lipstick… just look at it… With the money I’ve spent on tubes of merlot-colored gloss, I could have gone to Paris. Twice.

I think the prettiest I’ve ever felt has been mornings after I’ve been up all night. Makeup smeared, lipstick all but kissed off so that only a scarlet stain remains…

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So yes, lipstick can also lead to sex. Hmmm. And this was all supposed to be about how my guilty pleasures have nothing to do with sex. But what about my guilty pleasure number three? Tee-shirts. There’s nothing all that sexy about tees, is there?

“What am I using on you in your little fantasies?” Jack murmured next, prompting me.

“Your belt,” I said. “The one you wore today. You don’t even have the time to get something else. You come right through the door and you bend me over and I get to hear the sound of the buckle and then the sound of the belt pulling through your loops.”

I was touching myself now. This was my porn. “And you start on top of my clothes.”

“What are you wearing?”

I actually had to look down, I was in such a daze. What was I wearing? Faded 501s, black mules, vintage Rolling Stone concert t-shirt, so old there were holes throughout the near translucent fabric.

“Jeans,” I told him.

“I start on your jeans?”

”Yeah, for the first few licks, and then you reach around my waist and unbutton them, slide them down my thighs.”

“You’ve got on panties?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And I use the belt on you through your panties?”

“Yes, Jack,” I said, “but then you pull them down.”

“I don’t make you do it?”

“No, Sir. You pull them down yourself…”

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Yeah, there was a t-shirt in there.
Somewhere.
I think.

Well, damn. I guess all of my guilty pleasures do involve sex in some way or another. Who would ever have thought?

Now, how about you? What pleasures make your cheeks turn pink? Share if you dare. And if you want to make one of my guilty pleasures your own, visit 80stees.com. Through Saturday June 9th, enter lustbites at your point of purchase to receive a 20% discount! You know I’m going to be buying this one…, and this one… oh, and this one…


XXX,
Alison