Hot Sex in a Rickshaw

The story below represents several firsts for me: it's the first time I've participated in a blog prompt challenge, it's the first time I've posted a full-length story on this blog, and it's the first M/M/M/F story I've written. You can blame Oleander Plume's "Pick a Prompt" contest for this irreverent naughtiness—although it exceeds the requested word count. That's okay; this was just for fun, so I hope you enjoy it.
 
Warning: This story contains unprotected sex between multiple partners. If that offends you, please save the hate mail and read no further.

Obligatory Disclaimer: This is erotic fiction; in real life, please practice safe sex!

UPDATE (7/17/15): 

Due to some very exciting news that I'll announce soon, I've removed the whole story except for a brief excerpt. Not to worry, the whole story will be available in the near future and I'll let everyone know the details as soon as I can. In the meanwhile, please enjoy this taste of "Rickshawing with Rick and Shawn!"

 

Excerpt of "Rickshawing with Rick and Shawn"  
Copyright ©2015 Ria Restrepo
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Writhing in his lap as Rick tormented her with his wicked fingers, Gia hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes or that she had a death grip on Shawn's leg until his hand urged hers to unclench. She looked over and could barely make out his smile in the darkness as he guided her hand to his exposed cock.

Gia gasped in surprised, but Rick said, "Don't worry, we've agreed to share."

"What?"

"We've both wanted you for a while now, but we couldn't decide who would make the first move." Rick eased another finger inside her, making Gia whimper. "So we agreed to share—unless you have a preference, then the other will be a good sport."

Gia couldn't believe it. That was what all the whispering had been about? Did she have a preference? They were both unbelievably hot. Shawn was good-natured most of the time, and happy-go-lucky. Rick had an intensity that was sometimes alluringly dark and mysterious.

"I want both of you," she said between panting breaths.

"Good," Rick said. "Me first."

That's all for now, folks! Please stay tuned for more!

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You can read more hot stories inspired by Oleander Plume's contest here.

All the best,
Ria ;)
www,riarestrepo.com
@RiaRestrepo on Twitter

My (Slightly Biased) Review of Spy Games

Spy Games: Thrilling Spy Erotica by Jillian Boyd
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Spy Games: Thrilling Spy Erotica is a scintillating collection of eclectic espionage-themed erotica. Admittedly, I'm a little biased because my own story, "Undercover Desires," is included in the anthology. It is an honor to be amongst such a fine group of talented writers. Let me tell you a little about each of their stories.

Ashton Peal starts things off with "The Sound of the Chime," in which we experience how isolating spycraft can be. Stuck in her routine of spy protocols, Chime develops an illicit flirtation with Operator during their weekly phone calls. Then one night things go too far and everything changes. Will she be the good little spy she was trained to be or embrace human connections where she can find them?

In Anna Sky's "Clean Lies," Ciara enters a hotel suite disguised as a maid to install a high-tech device to steal information from a Scottish multimillionaire. When she's caught in the act by the devilishly handsome rogue, she can either preserve her cover as a naughty maid and submit to a spanking -- and maybe more -- or she can get away while she can. What's a spygirl to do?

"A Great Conspiracy of Spies" by Slave Nano is a fictionalized account of spy activities during Queen Elizabeth's reign against Mary, Queen of Scots. The intriguing story is revealed as a series of letters between Sir Francis Walsingham, Her Majesty's spymaster; Gilbert Gifford, the spy in Mary's court; and Anne Bennet, the lady in waiting Gifford seduces to gain information. However, has Gifford really secured Anne's affections, or is she working as a double agent?

"Harper" by F. Leonora Solomon deals with a woman, while on a trip to Paris, who is lured into the spy world by an irresistible man in an exquisite suit. Will she be his escort to a sex club to help him take down a sex trafficking ring? How will she be able to keep her hands off him in his suit?

In "Undercover Desires" by Ria Restrepo, an FBI agent goes undercover as a Dominatrix to get some critical information, but while being followed by henchmen, she runs into a guy she hasn't seen since high school. The seemingly mild-mannered librarian not only helps her catch the bad guys, he also uncovers her secret desires.

"Lady Isidore's Change of Heart" by Zak Jane Keir is a steampunky tale involving sky yachts, aeronauts, and "Carnality Pulsation." Having escaped a balloon racing disaster with minor injures, Lady Isidore learns that sabotage might've been involved. She joins forces with Roger, a longtime admirer, to hunt down the culprit. When their orgasm-powered car runs out of juice along the way, a lady has to do what a lady has to do!

"Playing with Mr. Rhymes" by Ella Casias is a sultry tale of an operative using her feminine charms to gather information to arrest an arms dealer. But how can she resist the seductive appeal of Mr. Rhymes? Who says business can't be a pleasure?

In "Old Spies Club" by Emily L. Byrne, a retired spy reunites with a longtime nemesis and former lover in Italy. Suspicious but curious, Nash finds her attraction to Gia is as strong as ever. But can she trust Gia enough to put their old rivalry behind them and start anew?

Last, but certainly not least, is the beautifully written and intense "Mid-Life Career Changes" by Jessica Taylor. An assassin becomes obsessed with her target, a Russian mobster, while surveilling him for several months. Will she let her feelings for him get in the way of doing her job or follow her finely honed instincts?

I highly recommend this anthology and encourage you to get lost in these diverse, thrilling, and highly arousing tales of intrigue.

For some excerpts from Spy Games: Thrilling Spy Erotica you can visit our Facebook Page.

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Spy Games Out Now!

I'm thrilled to announce that the Spy Games Anthology edited by Jillian Boyd and published by House of Erotica is now available as an ebook from Amazon US, Amazon UK, and All Romance. It contains my short story "Undercover Desires" and other thrilling reads from Ashton Peal, Anna Sky, Slave Nano, F. Leonora Solomon, Zak Jane Keir, Ella Casias, Emily L. Byrne, and Jessica Taylor.

You can read an excerpt from "Undercover Desires" below (in my previous post) and other great excerpts on the Spy Games Facebook Page.

And a big Thank You to Rachel Kramer Bussel for announcing the Spy Games release on her Lusty Lady blog and for mentioning "Undercover Desires." You Rock!

Happy reading,

Ria Restrepo
www.riarestrepo.com
@RiaRestrepo on Twitter

"Undercover Desires"

The following is an excerpt from my story "Undercover Desires" coming soon in Spy Games Anthology from House of Erotica Books.

Nick hadn't even touched her yet and moisture was already gathering between her thighs. Rissa did what he said, supporting herself with her forearms, her breasts brushing the desktop. She knew she made quite a sight—backside front and centre, her skirt barely covering it, her legs slightly apart to maintain her balance.

Rissa jumped a bit when Nick's finger made contact with the back of her thigh. It was a flame licking her skin as it travelled upwards from the edge of her stocking to the hem of her skirt. His body closed in on hers, his chest touching her back.

“This skirt is very short,” he said softly in her ear. “But it'll have to come up if you want the right sound.”

Was she doing this to preserve her cover? Or to see how far it went and where he'd lead her? She didn't know anymore. Nor did she care at the moment.

Want to read more? Well, you'll just have to buy the book when it comes out. Please, stay tuned!

All the best,

Ria

www.riarestrepo.com

@RiaRestrepo on Twitter

Stupidity is Color Blind

Let me just say up front that I am half Hispanic (Colombian) and half white mutt (Irish, Scottish, Belgian, German, etc.). I've never fit into any one racial/ethnic group. I was never white enough, I was never Hispanic enough, and I was definitely not Asian, Native American, or African American/black (whatever the politically correct term is these days).

I never knew where to sit in the lunch room at school. See, the friends I made in my various classes were like my own United Nations, but when they went to lunch, they all self-segregated into their various racial/ethnic groups. This always amazed me. Being of mixed ethnicity, I just didn't get it. (This was back in the 80s, so maybe things are different now that more people are multi-ethnic.)

Sometimes, I'd sit with my black friends and some of their black friends would look at me like I had three heads. I knew they were thinking, "What the heck is this white chick doing here?" And this was repeated with my Hispanic friends, my white friends, etc.

Eventually, in high school, I joined the band, so I fit in with that motley crew, and then I joined the math geeks. Once I went to college, I thought all this racial nonsense wouldn't be such a problem. Surely people of higher learning wouldn't generalize based on race, creed, or color. Oh how wrong I was.

The university I attended, along with regular dorms, had "specialty" houses. One house was geared towards Native Americans, another towards African Americans, and so on. I lived in just a general coed dorm, but a few of my friends (which again were a patchwork of nationalities and colors) lived in the African-American house.

One day, I was visiting a few of my friends in the African-American house when they were having a house meeting. My friends invited me to sit in, not realizing all hell was going to break loose. See, the university was considering a new policy to integrate all the houses and many of the residents of the African-American house were not happy about it. And that's putting a polite spin on it.

I remember one young lady saying something like, "I have to deal with them all day; I don't want to have to come home and deal with them at night!" Now, if it had been a white person saying something like that, they'd have been labeled a racist. But because the comment came from a black person or a person of color, it was acceptable.

The meeting turned into a massive bitch session about how awful "white people" were and I just sat there wanting the floor to swallow me up. I was the only white face there, so it wasn't like I wasn't noticed. My friends felt horrible and later apologized for bringing me. Of course, I told them it was okay and not to worry.

It's true, "white people" have done a lot of horrible things and I'm not going into a list of atrocities. But so have many others of various colors and nationalities. To make generalities about any group based on the actions of some is wrong.

The reason I'm bringing this up is that, yesterday, Twitter was buzzing because a white female writer (I'm not naming names or going into details) wrote something insensitive, and perhaps even ignorant, that offended many people. I am by no means condoning what this writer wrote, but I felt that some of the backlash that followed was just as bad as the comment that set the whole thing off.

Several "women of color" tweeted comments saying negative things about "white female writers." Being half white myself, this offends me greatly—to be labeled negatively simply based on my color. That's racism too folks.

It is a simple fact that stupidity comes is all shapes, sizes, colors, nationalities, religions, etc.—it's color blind. So, the next time someone says or does something stupid, how about we call them on it and address the action, not the person's color, or nationality, or religion, or sexual orientation, or anything else that insults a group of people who have done nothing wrong?

Okay, I'm getting off my soapbox now.

All the best,

Ria Restrepo

www.riarestrepo.com

@RiaRestrepo on Twitter