Sexy story excerpt from Alessandra Torre's Undertow

The seventh good bit. In this erotic excerpt from 'Undertow' by Alessandra Torre, one woman's fantasy involves two men at her beck and call. This hot menage sex story is presented by thegoodbits.com.

"I roll back over, the room dark, and wait for sleep to come. Minutes tick and I only grow more awake, frustration growing with each passing moment. Finally, my hands itching and legs squirming, I close my eyes and let my fingers move, traveling lightly over my body and slipping under my boxer shorts, the cotton band yielding easily to my hand, my fingers sliding along the thin strip of hair, moving more, my legs spreading, knees bending, my body quivering as I gently run my digits lightly, so lightly, over the lips of my sex. I keep my eyes closed and let my mind wander to my favorite fantasy, the one that takes me quickly to the edge and down the cliff that is my orgasm."

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A USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Alessandra Torre is also a New York Times bestseller six times over. She has been a Bedroom Blogger for Cosmopolitan.com, has had a feature film made from her bestseller Hollywood Dirt, and created Alessandra Torre Ink—an author’s community and online school with over 10,000 members. .

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:04):
This is the Good Bits. This excerpt from Alessandra Torres
Undertow is brought to you by the Goodbits dot com.

(00:25):
I awaken to the sound of my cell. It rings,
the sound dulled by sheets and pillows, and it takes
me a moment to place my surroundings to identify the ring.
I grope through the bed and answer the call. Our
conversation short, a few I love us, and then a goodbye,
his voice muffled the signal pore as Stuart boards the plane.

(00:49):
I roll back over the room dark and wait for
sleep to come. Minutes tick, and I only grow more awake,
frustration growing with each path pas moment. Finally, my hands
itching and legs squirming, I close my eyes and let
my fingers move, traveling lightly over my body and slipping

(01:13):
under my boxer shorts, the cotton band yielding easily to
my hand, my fingers sliding along the thin strip of hair,
moving more, my legs spreading knees, bending my body quivering
as I gently run my digits lightly so lightly over

(01:37):
the lips of my sex. I keep my eyes closed
and let my mind wander to my favorite fantasy, the
one that takes me quickly to the edge and down
the cliff. That is my orgasm. It starts as much
as it normally does, with me on my knees, both
of them before me. Stewart wipes his mouth, his eyes

(02:01):
on mine, piercing blue that mirrored the man to his right,
the man that unbuckles his pants slowly, his fierce gaze
pulling my eyes. My stare traveling from one man to
the other, from one possessive glower to a second. Paul's
belt buckle clinks as it is undone, and his zipper

(02:24):
is pulled down, his hand reaching in and pulling the
object of my desire out. He's beautiful, standing there, his
t shirt stretched tight over his muscular frame, his jeans
low and unbuckled on his firm hips, his hand wrapped

(02:44):
tight around his shaft. Stirret moves, walking slowly around my
still frame, stopping behind me, his hand brushing the back
of my neck as his fingers find the pull of
my dress sipper. He unzipped me slowly, my eyes held
by Paul's as he strokes his cock and watches his

(03:08):
eyes dark. Stuart's hand slide the loose straps of my
dress down, and I am suddenly before them, my breast swollen,
my nipples hard against the rough lace of underwire cups,
the cloth of my panties pleasurable when I scorm against them,

(03:29):
Stuart pulls me back against him, his hands cupping my breasts,
his firm fingers massaging and squeezing. Paul. That's out a
soft groan when Stuart's mouth comes down on my neck
and his fingers tug the lace of my brow down,
exposing my breast to Paul's eyes. Paul steps forward, his

(03:51):
hand continuing its slow, steady movement. My eyes drawn down
and I focus on the delicious glimpses. I receive his hand,
exposing and then covering the rigid, stiff length of his cock.
He bends slightly, his soft wet mouth, taking an exposed nipple,

(04:15):
his tongue lightly running over it before sucking it gently
into his mouth. Stuart's hands slide lower over my panties,
and he firmly grips my hips, rocking me back against
his body, his arousal hard against my ass u I

(04:35):
moan when I feel it, his breath catching against my neck.
Paul releases his cock, it landing with a heavy thud
against my stomach. Bulse of his hands moving to my breasts,
his hands reaching around and unclasping my braw his fingers

(04:55):
covering the area where Stuarts just were. Then kneels, his
mouth making a wet trail down my stomach, his teeth
grazing my skin, biting me gently as he moves. They
switch places, Stewart's hands returning to my upper half, his

(05:16):
hands turning my face to the right, and he kisses
me softly on the mouth, as his hands strung lightly
over my breasts, lifting and squeezing the skin, pressing them together.
My nipples sensitive each brush across their surface, causing me
to gasp to quiver, My legs weak. Paul's mouth is

(05:44):
soft and hot, his fingers skimming my panties down down
my legs, the wet cloth leaving spots of arousal on
my thighs, his mouth, his firm tongue following the past
of my hair. As soon as my feet lift and move,

(06:05):
discarding my panties to the side, he lifts a leg
over his shoulder, his breath on my delicate fold, his
tongue following this path, dipping into my sex, flicking over
my clit. His entire mouth, taking my sex in one
delicious cover. I sag, his shoulder supporting my weight, his

(06:35):
hands holding me up while he buries his face into me, moaning,
Stuart's cock replacing his mouth, his hand tugging me down
until I am bent forward, his hips thrusting into my mouth,
the firm shaft moving thickly down my throat. I gag,

(06:55):
and I feel Paul's hands tightened on my skin, holding
me place, the delicious drum of his mouth on my pussy,
making me loose, all focus on Stuart's cock. My movement
sloppy as my body grips an orgasm, close, my eyes closing,

(07:16):
as all sensors in my body tune into his mouth.
Stuart pulls me up, his wet cock sliding out of
my mouth, My eyes opening to find him looking at me,
his cock in hand. The possessive look on his face
I know well it is the look he always gets

(07:36):
when he thinks of Paul with me, when he thinks
of another man's hands on my skin, mouth, on my sex,
cock in my body. The incredible blend of want and arousal,
competition and conquest that burns through his eyes and causes

(07:57):
him to unleash holy hell on my hell. That feels incredible,
our sexual energy uncontainable, the combustion of two bodies moving
in slick, perfect percussion. And now, in this fantasy, I

(08:18):
finally have them both at the same time. They are
possessions at peak points, directly competing to bring me pleasure.
My fingers dip inside of me, cupping my sex, borrowing
moisture and dragging it up to my clit, my fingers
starting a steady circle around the pleasure point. I lift

(08:40):
up slightly with my hips, my eyes opening and focusing
on the dresser's mirror, the dim reflection showing my open legs,
my hand moving between them. I pull off my shirt,
running my free hands gently over my breasts, imagining Stuart's
hands on them, the scruff of his cheeks scraping them.

(09:01):
Stewart tilts my face up, stares into my eyes, and
I struggle to maintain eye contact. As Paul's mouth takes
me closer and closer to orgasm, My legs shudder around
his neck, pulling his mouth closer, my pelvis beginning to
thrust into his mouth as I grip his hair. Come, baby,

(09:24):
I want to see your face when you come, come
all over his face. I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut,
fighting the sensation. Stuart's hands put pressure on my chin
and my eyes burst open as it comes a swelling
surge of pleasure. My mouth making animal gottural sound, says

(09:47):
I come, arching my back and staring into Stuart's face,
his handsome smile curving in approval as he strokes his
cock faster and as soon as I finish, when my
moans subside to heavy breaths, he guides his cock back
to my mouth and I work on his cock, sucking

(10:10):
and pumping with my hands. As I feel Paul moved
to my legs, putting me on all fours and preparing
for entrance in my rear. My eyes flip open, my
legs shaking, and I watch my body twitching, my toes curling,
the reflection showing my face flushed and panting. I forego

(10:34):
my clit and thrust my fingers in and out, fucking fast,
my pelvis lifting off the bed as I finger fuck
myself to orgasm. It is strong, racking my body and
I clench every muscle. I have the thought of Paul

(10:58):
fucking me onto Stuart's cock. Stretching out my orgasm, the
waves of pleasure making me moan and thrash in the
sheets until there was nothing left to hold on to.
I still spent my fingers, wet and sticky stewarts sent

(11:23):
on the sheets all around me. I roll over, pressing
a button on the wall, the fans starting to spin
about me, pushing cool air on my naked skin, A
sudden chill coming over me. Reaching down, I pulled a
thick down comforter up over my chest and relax back

(11:46):
against the mattress. Thirty seconds later, pleasure aftershocks still flickering
through my body, I am asleep. To see what happens next,
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(12:08):
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produced by Olivia O'Flynn, with words by Alessandra Torre, production
by Bang Bang Studios, and title music by Patrick Grigg.