The Haunted Dice by Melissa Keir
Shawna was looking for something to spice up her sex life. She’d been married to Rob since high school graduation. Things just hadn’t been the same over the last couple of years. Worrying about losing Rob, Shawna was determined to do something. She’d heard about a new sex shop that opened in town. As she approached the store, the crumbled and shabby exterior gave Shawna goosebumps. “What kind of place is this? It seems like a drug den rather than a classy sex store.”
Shawna took a quick glimpse around the interior of the store. She appeared to be the only person in the store. “That’s not too strange, considering the shape of the outside,” she mumbled under her breath.
Walking around, only one item caught Shawna’s gaze—a box of dice with different sex positions on them. As Shawna picked up the box, a shock tickled down her spine. She felt as if she HAD to buy these. Shawna rang the bell by the register and a creepy old man walked out of the back room. The older gentleman looked like one of the walking dead. A fission of fear crossed his face when he saw what item Shawna was purchasing. Shawna noticed the look and hoped that he wasn’t going to come on to her. She quickly paid and left the store.
When she arrived home, Shawna excitedly ripped open her packageexamining the intriquitely designed dice. They felt warm in her hands. Rolling the dice, she let them fall on the bed.
Just as she did, five men appeared naked on the bed. Each man was more gorgeous than the next. Without talking they reached out and grabbed Shawna working in unison to remove her clothes as they used their hands to bring her pleasure.
Crap Shoot, Lila Munro
“Karma Sutra dice?” Leila said, glancing at the two best looking men in the universe. The men who’d befriended her from day one in a new town. The men who were so very, very gay and she couldn’t stop having fantasies about. “And this applies to me how?”
“I, we, have a confession,” Leo said, waving a hand between him and Dal. “See, we’re not exactly a hundred percent gay. We like girls.”
“Well, not all girls, just certain girls,” Dal added. “But not recently, for a while anyway…”
“You,” Leo interrupted, Dal. “We want you. And the dice? We thought they might break the ice. Poor judgment.” He tossed them over his shoulder and they made plinking noises as they scattered across the hard wood floor. “We’re attracted to you and we’ve wanted to ask for a while, if the answer’s no, fine. Back to status quo. But if you’re interested, we want to be more than friends.”
Leila sat stunned and swallowed a few times, looking at them wondering if she knew these men at all. How had she missed this? Oh, because she was too damn busy staring at their asses to see what was in their hearts.
“Both of you? Together?” she whispered. “Want me?”
“Yeah?” Dal seemed to shrink and Leo whispered a curse while running one hand over his bald head, the thing Leila found most attractive about him.
Leila stood then straddled Leo’s lap, lacking her fingers with Dal’s. “So, show me how something like this works…exactly.”