Red Hot: Chapter One - Sex Stories

Red Hot: Chapter One

... the sprawling complex lent a naughty, taboo feeling to the atmosphere, making it a perfect gathering place for the rebellious, goth types, and others prone to wildness. One of the first places to shift toward a members-only privatization, when recreational drugs were legalized, The Darkness was a bit Boho, a bit Goth, and a very happening place. An orgiastic rave broke out nearly every night, the top-quality booze and drugs facilitating uninhibited attempts at finding willing flesh for the night’s pleasure. It was Gwen’s sort of place.

Gwen was neither popular nor unknown at The Darkness; she was a familiar face among scores of frequently-attending members. Sometimes, she’d just dance or mingle; at others, Gwen was prowling for a hard cock or wet cunt along with all the others. Sexually, she didn’t know what she craved, but the vast and varied perverted miscreants that frequented the club in search of hedonism offered a full menu for every taste. However, before she found her partner for the night, she had to stop at both bars.

On either side of the towering cathedral, a long, ornate bar. One was devoted to obscure, rare, and very expensive liquid refreshments, the busier one dedicated to herbal-infused edibles and smoke. The rowdy, party-like atmosphere affected everyone, and every sort of debauchery imaginable was taking place in the various nooks and crannies, on the balconies, and even on the dance floor. Patiently waiting her turn, she first loaded up “house ...

... hookahs,” single-use water pipes sold exclusively for on-premises consumption. One of her favorite drinks was the Atom Bomb, a highly intoxicating drink that was sweet, tart, and glowing with the glow-stick stirrer left in the glass.

She saw him as he approached. As she was leaning over the bar, shouting her drink order to the harried bartenders, he slowed his pace as he walked by, staring at her perfect ass. He was cut, sexy even, so she shot him a demure, knowing smile, acknowledging his interest, then turning her head to allow him to approach. If a guy wasn’t courageous enough to approach her, he wouldn’t be confident enough to handle her sexual kinks.

“Did it hurt?” he queried, raising his voice over the driving, bass-heavy music. His handsome features were smiling, a veneer of poise over his face.

Gwendolyn smiled at that, quickly making her face neutral. “What?” she began. “When I fell from heaven or last night when my lover savagely fucked my ass while flogging me with a cat-o-nine-tails ad telling me what a dirty, perverted slut I am?”

“Um,” he stuttered, flustered.

“Well, you’re hot enough. Tell you what.” Gwen paused and looked him over.

The young man was good-looking enough, and he had enough of a swell in the front of his casual pants to appear to be somewhat hung, but she’d just gotten there and was in no hurry.

She continued. “I haven’t decided whom I’m hooking up with, yet. I’m going to go sit over there,” she pointed, “and then dance a little. ...