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So today is about your favourite BDSM stories you’ve read. Even the fetish stories. We want to know! And to get us started, we have a lovely tell all by Melinda Barron. She writes some uncommonly good erotic BDSM and stories with BDSM flavour that get people thinking about kink! So, come on in and join the fun! Everyone who has been participating- authors and readers alike are in a for a tarot reading from Mistress Cyn. (Yes, it’s a thing I do on the side for fun and for friends!) Now onto Melinda’s tale… or is that tail? *grins* Read the rest of this entry »

Stay With Me

By Melinda Barron

Copyright

? 2009 Melinda Barron, All Rights Reserved

?Please tell me again why I’m sitting in an old, dark house instead of in my warm, bright kitchen stuffing a turkey.? Quinn Nichols patted her eyelashes at the two men standing in front of her. Their hands were full of wires and equipment that did Lord knew what.

They’d explained to her repeatedly that one piece of equipment detected a ghost’s presence and the other recorded sounds they could listen to later to see exactly what the ghost had to say, but she was never sure which box did what.

?You’re here because we want you here,? Dev air kissed her, the smacking sound making her shiver. ?And you know you want to be here, too.?

?That’s right, bebe,? Fletch pulled a cord into the box he held. ?Who knows where the night might lead. Much more fun to play than bake a bird.?

?I don’t consider fiddling with boxes and wires playing.? Quinn lay back against the shrouded couch and watched her two lovers lift their eyebrows, first at each other, and then at her.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe this night could turn out to be fun, if they would hurry up and get their ghost hunting equipment set up. If there was one thing she could say about Fletcher Covair and Devlin St. Giles it was that when they were hired to do a job they did it. Whoever had asked them to see if they could seek out a ghost in this old Garden District home would know by morning if their property were truly haunted.

But once the settings for their work were in place, they would turn their attention to her. That could be the only reason they brought her along. This was their second Thanksgiving together, and the first one had been spent in bed, ending with them going to a restaurant for dinner.

Quinn had been determined not to let that happen this time. She was going to cook a real holiday meal, even if they didn’t get to eat until late in the evening tomorrow.

Quinn glanced around the living room as they worked. The old mansion had been empty for a few years, and Dev and Fletch had come in earlier in the day to dust the room they were in, and to set up a huge air mattress for them to sleep on tonight.

Hunting ghosts wasn’t exactly her ball of wax, but as long as her two men were around she was fine with anything. They would protect her from any spirit that happened along.

?How come ‘ya not nekkid?? She looked up at Fletch, whose gaze was focused on her breasts.

?I could ask you two the same thing.? She glanced around the room, only to see a naked Dev climbing into the bed. ?Oh, well, I guess it’s just you I could ask, then.?

Fletch pulled her into his arms, then kissed her with fervor, his tongue licking her lips, asking for permission to enter. She opened to him, savoring the taste as he slipped inside.

?Stop teasing me,? Dev said. ?I love to watch, but I want to play, too.?

Quinn giggled as Fletch’s hands started to work the buttons and zippers on her clothing. She tried to undress him as they walked toward the mattress, then stopped as they reached the edge. A soft, feminine laugh tickled her ears.

?Did you hear that??

?The only thing I hear is heart crying out for you,? Dev said, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her thighs. She tumbled down next to him, giggling again when Fletch pulled her jeans down. They both wiggled out of their clothes then Quinn sighed in pleasure as Dev pulled her back against his chest and Fletch spread her thighs.

When his tongue traced her slit she wiggled her hips, groaning as he dipped inside, teasing her hardened nub.

?How’s that taste, Fletch??

?Like heaven,? Fletch lifted up and offered his tongue to Dev. She watched Dev lick at him, then greedily suck him into his mouth, the kiss hard and passionate.

The woman’s laughter increased and Quinn shivered.

?Someone’s here,? Quinn said, surprised that she’d heard the sound. Just months ago she hadn’t believed in ghosts. But now she knew they existed, and sometimes liked to watch.

Dev was kissing her shoulder now and Fletch had gone back to driving her crazy with his tongue. He’d flipped positions so that the hard length of him was positioned near her mouth. She took him in just as Dev slipped inside her.

The ghost’s reaction was acute, the laughter at once turning in soft moans, increasing along with the intensity of the trio’s lovemaking. Quinn almost felt as if the woman were with them, stroking arms and legs as the lovers slide in and out of each other’s bodies.

Her orgasm built, and when it threatened to tumble over she slipped her mouth away from Fletch, afraid of biting him in her ecstasy. She moved her head and Dev took over, sucking their lover deep into his mouth.

The sight drove Quinn over the edge and she tightened on Dev as he thrust into her. She felt the warmth of his passion fill her and she could tell from the intense movement of Fletch’s hips that he, too, was climaxing.

When they all lay together, with Fletch flipped so they all faced each other, they stroked her hair and shoulders, holding her tight between them.

?I love both,? she whispered. The woman’s moans were still present in the room. ?I think the ghost liked watching us make love.?

?We didn’t need equipment to know she was here,? Dev said. ?Tell us, my love, do you like this house??

?Yes, why??

?It’s for sale,? Fletch said. ?The three of us could move here, or we could use it for a Ghost Seekers headquarters, something we don’t have.?

?I love our house,? Quinn said.

The ghost responded with a loud. ?Me!?

The three of them sat up and stared at the floating apparition across the room. A woman in Victorian dress, her hands held out toward them.

?We can’t promise,? Dev said to her. ?But we can tell you that someone will be here, you won’t be alone.?

?Thank you.? A smile appeared on the woman’s face and then she disappeared.

?She’s lonely,? Quinn lay back down. ?We’ve given her a reason to be thankful on Thanksgiving.?

?I’m thankful for the two of you,? Dev said, leaning over and kissing first her, then Fletch.

?Me, too,? she replied, when Fletch said, ?Me, three.?

?Then we’ll definitely make her Thanksgiving good,? Dev said, sitting back up. ?We know you’re here, and this house will be ours. You won’t be alone anymore.?

A giggle filled the room and the three lovers lay down and fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was definitely a day of Thanksgiving in the Garden District home.

Author Bio:

Melinda Barron loves to explore Egyptian tombs and temples, discover Mayan ruins, play in castles towers, and explore new cities and countries. She generally does it all from the comfort of her home by opening a book.

Melinda loves to lose herself between the pages of a book. The only thing she loves more is creating stories from the wonderful heroes and heroines that haunt her dreams and crowd her head. She believes love is for everyone, not just those who are a size 2. Her books are full of magic, suspense and love, in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Mel currently lives in the Texas Panhandle, with two cats, and a file stuffed with new ideas to keep her typing fingers busy, and your heart engaged.

http://melindabarron.com/