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It's a strange thing about writing erotica, that many readers feel compelled to write back, often with experiences and fantasies of their own. After fifteen years in the game, Penny and I have collected some fine examples, which we'd now like to share, with a few names and places altered for the sake of privacy, but all the juicy details intact. Enjoy! Peter Birch

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	09 mai 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781781662489
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Contents
Front Matter
Title Page
Publisher Information
Introduction
Confessions Volume Two
The Knack
Blitz Bums
The Erotic Ethics of Spanking Girls
Strawberry Girl
Back Matter
Also Available
About House of Erotica

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Title Page
Peter Birch Presents:

Confessions Volume 2

Publisher Information
Peter Birch Presents: Confessions Volume 2
Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
Copyright © Peter Birch 2012
The right of Peter Birch to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Introduction
It’s a strange thing about writing erotica, that many readers feel compelled to write back, often with experiences and fantasies of their own. After fifteen years in the game, Penny and I have collected some fine examples, which we’d now like to share, with a few names and places altered for the sake of privacy, but all the juicy details intact. Enjoy!
Peter Birch

Confessions Volume Two

The Knack
There’s a knack to getting two girls into bed at the same time. It’s got nothing to do with tricks or chat up lines or anything like that. It hasn’t even got that much to do with who you are, and if it’s not good to look like Quasimodo, then it’s not good to look like Adonis either. It’s all down to how they see you.
Not that it’s going to work every time. Most of the time it won’t, but some of the time it will and that’s what matters. To get it right as often as it’s going to go right, I reckon it boils down to just three rules and having the guts to say what you want.
Rule One: don’t be the special guy. Most women want a man, and they want the best man they can get. Some men stand out, and girls talk, a lot, so in any group there’s usually one guy who’s rated above all the others. If that’s you, good on you, but I reckon I can do better. Okay, so he gets lots of girlfriends, or more likely he gets picked up by the queen bee and has to spend half his time dealing with her jealousy. Maybe he plays around, but that’s going to cause him a lot of stress. I don’t want that. I want sex, and the dirtier the better. That’s why I don’t want to be the main man, the one all the girls are after. I ant to be their friend.
Lots of guys complain that girls want to be friends but don’t want to go out with them. That’s fine by me. Who wants all that aggro? If you’re her boyfriend you have to take her out, and worry about other guys, and handle all that emotional stuff. But if you’re her friend, then there are all sort of interesting possibilities. Let me give you an example.
This was my first time, and I had no idea it was going to happen. I certainly hadn’t worked on it, and beforehand I’d always bought into the one guy/one girl myth. This is what made me realise there’s a lot more to life. I used to go to a holiday resort, a small place where everybody knew everybody else, pretty much. There were locals and there were summer visitors, most of who were regular. That meant there was a pecking order among the men, with the most attractive ones at the top. I wasn’t exactly at the bottom, but I wasn’t too far off it, and I used to be the one girls came to for male advice, because I was easy going and friendly. I used to hate it.
Nikki was the daughter of a local hotelier, and she was gorgeous, medium height, very pretty, lots of thick, soft brown hair, a lovely, feminine figure, and tits like footballs. She was a contender for the cutest girl around. Sam was her best friend, small, pretty in a sort of freckly, mousy way, a nice bum and pert little titties, but not rated especially hot. Both of them were well out of my league.
Which was why I was walking both of them back to Nikki’s Dad’s hotel at the end of one slow evening, not one, but both. If I’d been the top dog, or even close, Nikki would have wanted me to herself, or let Sam go with me. With me, they both came, because nothing was going to happen, right? That’s what they thought, and so did I.
We got to the hotel, around two o’clock in the morning. We’d already had a few drinks, and we’d been talking on the road. They wanted to grill me on what all the boys thought, and there was a lot of tell. So we opened up the hotel bar and Nikki poured out Martini’s. They went back to grilling me, and after a bit it started to get spicy. They wanted to know who’d done what with who, especially if there was any juicy stuff their friends had been up to but were too embarrassed to pass on. There was.
That’s how we got talking about oral sex, not so much cock sucking, but licking pussy. Neither of them had done it, and they were fascinated. I hadn’t either, but that’s one more thing, sometimes you need to be a liar, but no more so that the next guy trying to get into a girl’s knickers. I told them I had, and that my imaginary girlfriend back home thought it was the most amazing thing in the world.
Both of them admitted they’d like to try it, and well, we were all drunk, we’d been talking sex for hours, and I had nothing to lose. So I offered to show them what it was like. With almost any other guy he’d either have ended up with one of them or been turned down because they didn’t want to look cheap in front of each other an attractive bloke. Not with me. I wasn’t special, and that meant they went for it, both of them.
We did it in Nikki’s bedroom. She was the leader, and the bolder, so she went first. I remember watching her squeeze out of those skin tight jeans like it was yesterday, the shape of her hips, how soft her flesh looked, and best of all the way her pussy pouted out between her thighs. Sam was looking too, and I swear she was as mesmerised by her friend as I was, even if it was envy instead of lust, and who knows? Nobody said a word. I didn’t dare, for fear of breaking the moment, and they were giggling plenty but didn’t speak.
Nikki sat there, on the edge of her bed, jeans and knickers around her ankles, thighs apart to show off the sweetest little cunt. Down I went, and if I’d never done it before I’d read plenty. It worked anyway. She was in heaven from the moment my tongue touched her clit. There were no complaints when I slipped my hands under her bum, and when one of her hands went to her tits I suggested she get them out, telling her I wouldn’t mind, of all things! Out they came, so lovely, big and round and firm. She was holding them while I licked her, playing with her stiff nipples and giggling at Sam, at least until the pleasure got too much for her. Then she lay back on the bed, her thighs wide open, playing with her tits as I licked her out and felt her bum. I had to have those perfect titties in my hands, and took a risk, but by then she didn’t care. She let me feel, and she put a hand on the back of my head to make sure I didn’t stop until she’d come. When it happened her whole body went tense and she was grinding her pussy in my face and panting like anything, then when she’d finished she was saying “It’s lovely, it’s lovely,” over and over again.
Sam was a bit shy about it, but she wasn’t going to miss out, not after she’d seen what had happened to Nikki. She put her hands up her skirt and pulled her knickers off underneath, then let me put my head up it while she sat on the bed. I gave her the same treatment, licking as best I could and not pushing my luck until she was well turned on. Like Nikki I took her bum in my hands, but I’ve always had a thing about girl’s bumholes, so when she was just about to come I put my little finger in hers. She called me dirty, but that didn’t stop her coming.
I’d done them both and they were giggling and happy, Nikki still with her jeans and knickers around her ankles, although she’d put her tits away, Sam still knickerless. I told them what they’d done to me and took my cock out to prove it. They told me to put it away, but I begged them for a titty show to help me come. Sam called me dirty again, and a pervert, but they did it, sitting side by side on the bed with their tops pulled up to show off their titties while I tossed myself off on the floor. It only took a couple of touches.
Looking back, I wondered if maybe I could have pushed it further, maybe got a blow job out of them, even fucked them both. It never occurred to me at the time. I just had to come, and I was very aware of how we stood socially.