The Taste Of Him (LGBTQ+)

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Summary

Sable has a cunning plan. Sable's out to get a man. More sexy than your wildest dreams, But Sable isn't all she seems... Mature Content / Trigger Warnings: Please read, before you start this diction. First, this is a work of fiction. Then second, just to make it clear, This tale is fifty shades of queer. Next, I should warn you this, for sure, Some of this content is mature, With characters out to seduce, Plus sexual trauma and abuse, Defilement, lust and violation, Perverted sins and exploitation. On top of these licentious needs, Indecent acts, and sordid deeds, The language used might be offensive, Though frequency is not extensive. Please heed the warnings I’ve supplied. The risk is yours. Enjoy the ride. Acknowledgement @MichaelBN : For Michael’s help with cover art, Which helped to set this book apart, This gratitude I hold within, Extends as heartfelt thanks to him.  

Status
Complete
Chapters
21
Rating
5.0 4 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1 - Seduction

My hair was neat — my style just right.

My bodice loose, my corset tight.

My nails were filed, my lips were plush.

My sculpted cheekbones stained with blush.

I straightened out my pretty dress,

Composed and ready to impress.

Dark kohl encircled both my eyes,

Suspenders clipped upon my thighs.

I smiled in awe at my reflection,

A smooth illusion of perfection.

To act demure would be no use;

Tonight my aim was to seduce.

Compelled by lust beyond control,

I’d play the part, perform the role,

By casting sultry spells again

On unsuspecting village men.

With confidence I walked alone

On paths of rugged cobblestone,

Beneath the moon’s cool silver glow,

Past shadows stretched out long and low.

My goal was clear; I set my sights

Toward the lambent tavern lights.

Piano music swelled within,

And hearty laughter drew me in.

Tobacco smoke a swirling haze,

Within the hearth, a steady blaze.

The clink of glass, the stench of ale,

A den where drunken oafs prevail.

The tavern hummed with idle chat,

Some danced a jig while others sat.

The gamblers cursed, the maidens teased,

While revellers did as they pleased.

I leaned against the wooden wall,

And let my eyes survey it all.

With only one thing on my mind;

A sitting duck, I need to find.

My standards low, I cared not who.

Not fussy. Any man would do.

Then eyes met mine and looked away.

I smiled. I knew I’d found my prey.

I sat beside him. He just stared.

Disarmed, confused and unprepared.

I locked my gaze, took off my cloak,

Then bit my lip before I spoke.

“I see I’ve caught you on your own.

Why are you sitting here alone?

“Is this the sight you’re waiting for?

You want to see a little more?”

His gravel voice was thick with lust,

A drunken slur, eyes on my bust.

“I’d trade my soul to see more skin.

It’s worth the price for such a sin.”

I’d hooked him in, like those before.

“Let’s see if I can tempt you more.”

Hitched up my dress so he could see

Suspenders clasped above my knee.

He dropped his gaze. His eyes grew wide.

His silence spoke. Nowhere to hide.

His stance revealed I’d claimed his fate,

His searching fingers took the bait.

A whispered touch across my thigh,

With hungry look, and yearning sigh.

“Let me inside your underwear,

I need it more than I can bear.”

I kissed his lips and stroked his knee.

“Then let me take you home with me.”

My finger roamed beneath his chin.

“I need to feed the beast within.”

With tightened lips, I pulled his ear.

He groaned and downed his pint of beer.

“Your teasing makes me want to play.

My dirty slut, just lead the way.”