Nina, The Fallen Ballerina – Today @ KinkyLiterature

Ad - Stripping Nina 480x319The great folks at Kinky Literature are featuring one of my latest smut stories, Nina, the Fallen Ballerina today. If you write erotica, you have to be on board with Richie and Randi at Kinky Literature. As an author of erotica, I know how hard it is to find someone that features erotic stories and doesn’t spray their keyboard with Lysol after they email you.

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Nina The Fallen Ballerina_Cover200x300Here’s a little blurb on Nina, the Fallen Ballerina to whet your appetite and cause you to turn lose of some coin of the realm. If I can jerk off to my own stories, then you can also!

Nina, The Fallen Ballerina, (36,000+ words) is a sexy tale about a beautiful young woman who trained all her life to be a ballerina. However, as she grew up, she realized that she was never going to achieve her dream.

Ballerinas are typically small tiny girls, and as Nina grew into a picture of her mother, she was tall and lanky, not ballerina material at all. Frustrated, Nina threw herself into her college studies and graduated with an MBA at age twenty-four.

Once again she was thwarted in her dreams. Working in an office with a sexist boss, she found herself unfulfilled and unhappy.

Just when things couldn’t get any darker, she discovered a job listing for exotic dancers at The Fox’s Den. Could this be her destiny? She asked herself as she interviewed with the club’s manager Linda.

Maybe it was the first time dancing naked on stage or the way Linda kissed her that Nina felt she was home at last. It seemed natural to fall into the casual sexual attitudes at The Fox’s Den, and Nina found herself passed around like a joint at a hippie party.

Nina, The Fallen Ballerina, is an adult’s only HEA story that features a lot of girl-on-girl action as well as explicit bareback straight, oral, and anal scenes.

This story like all of Larry Archer’s eBooks are well written erotica stories with vivid descriptions of explicit sexual situations for men and women. As always the story is written in the humorous style that Larry is known for.

Grab yourself a copy of this scorching hot tale from the good folks at Kinky Literature: http://kinkyliterature.com/book/1691-nina-the-fallen-ballerina/

Nina, The Fallen Ballerina is also available from Amazon KindleSmashWords, and soon available at most publishers, such as Apple iBooks, Barnes and Noble, Nook, and Kobo.

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NOTE: Nina, The Fallen Ballerina, was released in conjunction with a companion story Hot Brides in Vegas by noted author of erotica Lisabet Sarai. For information on Lisabet’s book, click this link: http://kinkyliterature.com/book/1692-hot-brides-in-vegas/

For more on Lisabet Sarai, visit her web page: http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html


Excerpt from Nina, the Fallen Ballerina

* * * WARNING Contains Explicit Language and Descriptions of Sexual Activity * * *

Linda’s hand was between Nina’s thighs, and her little finger was softly rubbing Nina’s mound through her panties. It took Nina a second to realize what Linda was doing to her and stroking her labia, from side to side, was one of the most erotic things she’d ever felt. She tried to figure out how Linda had gotten her skirt pulled up without her noticing but the sensations pounding her brain was making it hard to think.

Then halfway thru the song, Peaches spun around, and the skimpy top somehow disappeared and the next thing Nina knew, the top fluttered down on her head. As the soft material draped itself around Nina’s head, she could smell Peaches’ perfume. Without taking her eyes off of Peaches, Nina slowly pulled the flimsy material off her face and held it to her nose, while inhaling deeply.

Completely ashamed of herself for being so brazen, she was surprised at the reaction from the others sitting around the stage, everyone grinned at her, and a number clapped their approval. She wasn’t sure what to do with Peaches’ top but took a leap of faith and continued to breathe in the aroma of Peaches’ body and perfume.

The material was so soft and just the idea that a few seconds ago, it had been draped over that fabulous body was so irresistible. Nina rubbed the filmy top against her cheek as emotions, she’d never felt before flooded her body.

Nina could see the light sheen of perspiration on Peaches’ boobs causing her to fantasize about licking it off and wondering if that would be allowed. Her mind was in overdrive along with her body, and her sex was calling to her for satisfaction.

Nina took a breath before she could stop herself as Peaches strutted up to her, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Stepping down on the drink ledge, which ran around the stage, Peaches slowly squatted down with her knees on either side of Nina’s head.

For the first time, Nina found herself face to face with another girl’s sex. She felt Peaches’ fingers in her hair as the dancer slowly pulled her head between Peaches’ legs. The whole time, Peaches was doing a bump and grind routine right in front of her face. She could smell the aroma of the dancer’s pussy so close that it almost made her eyes cross while trying to focus on the clearly visible lips behind the translucent thong.

What am I supposed to do? She asked herself as she subconsciously licked her lips and stared at the spreading wet spot on Peaches’ bikini bottom. Is she as turned on as I am?Nina asked herself as she was being dragged closer and closer.

Peaches held Nina’s head with two handfuls of hair and rolled her hips in front of the woman’s face. With every movement of Peaches’ hips, the front panel of her thong was rubbed across Nina’s nose and mouth. The aroma of Peaches’ sex was making it hard to think, and she was sure that she could taste the womanly dew on her lips.

To make matters worse, Linda was breathing in her ear and offering encouragement. “Don’t worry, no one can see you between Peaches’ legs, give it a try.” Then Linda started chewing on her earlobe, and Nina’s world grayed out.

Nina could feel Peaches’ fingers tightening in her hair as she tentatively stuck out her tongue. Maybe just a little taste, she told herself as Peaches removed one hand from her hair and used it to pull her thong to the side.

She felt like she was watching a porn movie, except with her nose pressed to the TV screen. In fact, a porn movie with smell-a-vision, which caused her brain to throb from the visual, smell, and taste that was assaulting her.
Nina knew it was wrong but couldn’t stop her wandering tongue from licking in between Peaches’ swollen lips. As she lapped up to the erect clitoris, Nina leaned forward to carefully suck the stiff clit into her mouth. She could hear Peaches moaning as the dancer’s pussy was ground against her face and mouth, while Peaches continued to twist her fingers in Nina’s hair.

She had her nose completely inside Peaches’ cunt, and all she could smell was pussy juice as the wetness traveled up her nose. Nina tried to pull back, but every time she tried, Peaches would tighten her fingers in Nina’s hair to tug her back in.

Linda kept panting in Nina’s ear, and every breath felt like a hot poker spearing its way to the center of her brain, followed by a wet tongue. Nina was pretty sure she climaxed at some point, but her brain was refusing to work, and the fog would not lift from around her head.

Finally, as the song ended, Peaches picked up Nina’s wet face and kissed her deeply. She could feel Peaches sucking her own juices off Nina’s face, and Nina sucked on the tongue, forcefully stuck in her mouth.

Hopping up from a squat, Peaches strutted to the center of the stage and ripped off her bikini top to fling it at Nina. The top hung across Nina’s head until she finally realized it and reached up and tugged it off.

Nina crumpled the top in her fist and brought the damp material to her nose and breathed deeply. As hard as it was to believe, the bikini top smelled even better than the wrap Peaches had been wearing. She tried to imagine how the thong would smell, but just the aroma of sweat and faint perfume was enough to make lightning flash behind her eyelids.

Opening her eyes, she looked across the stage at the guys who were applauding Nina as she breathed in Peaches’ scent. Nina was sure that they also knew what she was really thinking about breathing in and it wasn’t her sweaty top.

The wet sloppy kiss she felt in her ear, somewhat brought her back to earth, and Nina grinned weakly at Linda, who had somehow gotten her blouse unbuttoned and was tweaking her erect nipples.

“Are you ready to get up on stage and do it yourself?” Linda asked as she twisted one of Nina’s hard nipples.

“Yeah, before I chicken out!”

 

About LarryArcher

Larry Archer's the name, smut's my game. I am a writer of erotic literature that's generally always HEA (Happily Ever After), which typically involves no regrets sex. I write in a humorous style with a plot and suitable for reading with one hand. My stories are full of sexual situations that are often taken straight from our swinger lifestyle in Las Vegas. If you want to enjoy erotica, where every page is dripping with action, give me a try.
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