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Wade Esley was born in the Winter of 1970 in the Southeastern United States. Since finishing his university education in the early 1990’s, he has worked as a computer programmer to support his family. Throughout his life he has dabbled in the visual arts, music, film, and writing. In 2015, he finally took the plunge and released his first novella, “Down the Rabbit Hole”, for public consumption.
Here is a short sample from the book:
CHAPTER 1, Frat House Blues
Friday, September 12, 2008
Erica paused for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she tried to adjust to having a cock in her mouth. Only a few moments ago, she held it in her hands, slowly parted her lips, and slid her mouth over the head. It felt much bigger in her mouth than it looked—even only a few inches from her face. It felt thick and warm as she nervously moved her tongue over it, and her jaws hurt a little. Her mind raced, trying to take it all in. She could hardly believe she was finally giving her first blowjob. It was as if she were standing outside herself, watching a stranger nervously taking one more step into her adult life.
Josh was popular on campus. All of the girls wanted him, but he was here with her—not them. Erica smiled to herself as she remembered the first time she saw him in her freshman English class. She knew at once that she wanted him. Now she had him…in her mouth. She had given Tim, her high school boyfriend, a few hand jobs, but this was different. What in the world am I going to do when he starts to come? she thought. What will it taste like? She thought. Will I be able to swallow it? Or will I throw up on his shoes? His pubic hair tickled her nose.
She pulled back slightly to avoid gagging as he pushed his hips forward, and looked up at him anxiously. Again, slowly but firmly, Josh pushed his hips toward her face…and his cock further into her mouth. Erica held stiff and motionless for a few moments, and then relaxed as she realized that she was not, in fact, going to choke on his dick. She felt his hand gently touch the side of her face, and she began to move her mouth slowly up and down the shaft. With the flat of her tongue, she could feel its texture, its veins, its warmth; and her nose was was filled with his musky smell. Trish didn’t tell me about that, she thought. His smell turned her on. Looking up at him, his eyes were closed. He quietly moaned and whispered her name. She smiled to herself and moved a little faster.
Erica’s mind raced. Trish is going to want details, she thought. But, she was nervous. She couldn’t remember exactly how she ended up on her knees or exactly how Josh’s fly got unzipped. Erica adjusted her position a bit. The floor was hard. If she had known what she was getting herself into, she would have worn jeans.
The cock in her mouth seemed alive. It pulsed and thrust toward the back of her throat. It seemed to get harder and harder as her inexperienced mouth sucked and licked. His hips were pushing faster and harder toward her face, and his hand…once gently caressing her cheek now pulled firmly at the back of her head. She started to panic as the thought sunk in. No turning back.
Just then, there was a loud thump at the door. Startled, she pulled back. He snapped at the would-be-intruder—”Go away!”. The party outside continued…unaware of what she was doing behind that locked door. Without hesitating, she took his cock back into her mouth. At that moment she recognized the tingling between her legs. Oh, my God, she thought. I am so wet. She had been so focused on Josh’s dick, so distracted by her own anxiety, that the sensations in her own body caught her by surprise.
She squeezed her thighs together, and unconsciously began moving her hips up and down. “Oh, fuck…”, he said. She grabbed the base of his cock in her tiny fist and pumped it in rhythm with her hungry mouth. Erica’s pussy twitched each time he thrust his hips toward her face. “You’re going to make me come!”, he said, as he grabbed the back of her head with both hands. He forced it to the back of her throat with each thrust, and she gagged a little each time. But, it didn’t matter…she wanted it all. She wanted it in her mouth. She wanted it in her pussy. She would swallow it down her throat all the way to her hungry cunt if she could.
Erica was no longer worried, no longer nervous. The lust in her mouth and the heat between her legs consumed her. The party outside was a muffled echo. She could hear only his moans of pleasure and the wet sounds of her mouth getting fucked. Josh’s back arched, and his hips lunged forward. Erica was startled slightly by his release…but mostly it turned her on. She felt dirty. She felt dirty and sexy. She squeezed and sucked harder with each spasm.
After a few seconds, he stood still…pushing her back slightly. “stop…don’t move,” he whispered. Gazing up at him, Erica pulled slowly back…sucking gently as his cock slipped from her lips. She swallowed and gasped. As she milked the last few drops, licking them up one by one, his dick was already getting soft in her hand. Josh took a deep breadth and smiled at her. “That was great,” he said…reaching down to tuck his now nearly flaccid penis back into his pants.
Josh was relaxed as he reached a hand out to help her up. Erica felt confused when he avoided her kiss, and hugged her tightly instead. He rested his hand on her ass as he whispered in her ear, “Let’s do this again, sometime.”
It was the ‘sometime’ that made her feel sick to her stomach.
Erica trudged down the steps of the frat house. Her mind twisted. Goddammit! I really liked him. Tears streamed from her blue eyes and wet her round cheeks. Her head slumped, but her dark curly hair couldn’t hide her obvious despair.
“Erica!” I yelled from across the room. In the distance between us, young horny bodies pressed against one another. The drunken horde moving rhythmically with the heavy bass. As I pushed through the crowd, I felt a hand on my tit. No use worrying about it, though. Could have been one of any number of guys—or girls for that matter. I could tell Erica was upset and pushed onward.
“What’s wrong?” I yelled over the din.
Sobbing, Erica didn’t reply.
“Did Josh hurt you?” I asked.
Erica nodded her head from side-to-side. “No—It’s just…I though he was different. I really liked him—and…” she trailed off.
I put my arm around her shoulder and led her toward the door. We stopped briefly and I grabbed two full cups before leading Erica outside. The October night air was cool and crisp. I handed Erica one of the cups of beer and took a sip from my own.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yeah. I mean, I will be.” Erica said softly as another tear streamed down her face. “I just thought he liked me.”
I said nothing. I knew Josh was only interested in one thing from Erica, and it wasn’t her kind heart or her winning personality. Erica was truly beautiful, but not in the hot-way guys like Josh are into. I took another sip from the red plastic cup. “Well, at least you didn’t fuck him.”
Erica didn’t respond.
“You didn’t fuck him, did you?” I pleaded.
“No. I didn’t fuck him.” Erica assured me. “But I could have—maybe I should have. We’d be together right now if I had.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears began to stream down my face as well. We hugged each other, both sobbing and laughing at the absurdity of it all. “He’s not the one for you, Erica.” I consoled her.
“Maybe not, Trish, but we could have had fun for a while. I’m just so fucking tired of being alone.”
I held her tighter. “You’re not alone,” I whispered into her ear.
“No…I know, but you know…I am a woman. I mean, I have needs, Trish. I’m still a virgin for Christ’s sake.”
“So what? Look, Erica, I can’t lie to you, fucking can be great. But, sometimes it comes with a lot of other shit.”
“That may be, but I’d like to decide for myself.” Erica dried the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand. “Maybe, I just need to get laid—without all of the emotional hangups, you know. I could go back to the party and find Josh.”
“Fuck Josh?” I asked with disgust. “No. Fuck Josh!”
“You’re right. Fuck Josh!” Erica agreed.
We laughed and walked, hand in hand, across campus to our apartment.