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Wylde Thang Books
Lylah Wylder
So keep your eye on our website. We'll share one of Lylah's dark fiction stories and you can see what you think. Drop her a note. She'd love to hear from you.
And she's working on a new book that we're hoping is ready to go by mid-2025. I've read her outline. It sounds like a keeper.
Lylah hails from the mountains out west, where the imagination wanders and the spirit soars. If you're out in the Rockies, and happen to see a woman rocking on a porch, grinning and talking to herself, keep walking. Nothing to worry about, it's just Lylah plotting her next book
Whatever you do, don't stop and ask her a silly question. Where do you think the plot for her next book came from?
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We at Wylde Thang Books are pleased to introduce our newest writer, Lylah Wylder.
Lylah is a dark horse amongst our unicorns here, but that just makes her more alluring. She enjoys reading erotica, but loves writing her own brand of dark erotic fiction. Because, in her own words, love, hate, sex, and death are the four horsemen of a life well-lived.
Like most writers, Lylah has always been a storyteller. Unlike most writers, her stories make her readers ask "Who hurt you?" and "What is wrong with you?" And their next question is inevitably, "When are you publishing your next story?"
Lylah, an accomplished writer, enjoys sharing her work with family, friends, and those they talk her up to. And they've talked her up to a few dozen faithful followers. 😉Her work has been mostly personally published, so it's up to us to make her work available to everyone else.
"This took me by surprise. I had no idea where this story was going, it was built solely on the thrill of blindly trusting your lover. And look how well that turned out for our heroine."
~ Lylah Wylder, on her short story Worth Every Penny
He'd paid more than his fair share, now it was her turn.
A quick look at the king-sized bed in the honeymoon suite and I grinned. Everything was in place. This was going exactly as planned.
She was so excited when I brought her in here earlier. Ha! She has no idea what I have in store for her.
Soft footsteps carried me across the plush carpet to the flawless beauty on the bed. Long ebony hair shone in the soft light. Natural curls brushed the silk and lace she wore. Captivating forest green eyes hid behind the black velvet blindfold I’d slipped on her earlier.
I knelt in front of her. She didn’t move. A naughty grin stole across my face. The blindfold was doing its job.
“Okay, you can’t see anything, right?” I stuck my tongue out at her, waiting for a giggle. She shook her head, silent as I’d directed her to be. “Okay, remember, stay quiet and we’ll head down to where the surprise is, okay?”
She nodded again, slipping her arms into the purple trench coat I help open for her. Even in enforced darkness, my beautiful love buttoned up her coat and tied the belt. I placed a soft kiss on her lips and grabbed her hand.
Fingers linked, we headed down to the banquet hall. I led my fiancée down plush carpeted hallways, telling her how, after months of looking, my search for the perfect wedding venue was a success. She was oblivious to the expensive paintings we passed. Stares of admiration and consternation followed us as we moved through the hotel.
Through a side door. Down a back corridor. Behind a drape. Up six steps. I removed her trench coat, leaving her in the deep crimson bustier, garter, stockings and matching four-inch stilettos I’d left for her.
“Oh sweetheart, panty-free. My favourite. Lovely.” I kissed her cheek, put her favourite ball gag in place, and removed her blindfold. Eyes bright with excitement, she knew the fun was about to start.
A nod from me and the curtains opened. Crowd gasped at her reveal. The auctioneer licked his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing. He straightened his bolo tie as the crowd devoured her with their gaze. My eyes met those of a man as broad as he was tall, purple silk suit stretched across his shoulders and a lilac tie draped over a silk-covered lavender belly. He nodded. I grinned. His gaze flitted to the not-so-innocent beauty by my side.
He licked his lips and leaned over, pointing and telling one of his men she was the one he wanted. One leg crossed over the other knee, he leaned back, scratching his clean-shaven chin. He winked at me and I laughed. Laughed and pulled her to me, her back to my front.
My hand splayed over her belly, the other rubbed over her full breasts. The man in purple adjusted himself, squirming in his seat, as his dark beady eyes ate up the path I skated down her body. I cupped her sex, one finger sliding between her folds. She dropped her head back and I licked up the side of her neck, savouring the tremor shooting through her.
“Darling, haven’t you said you’d always wanted to be auctioned off?” I whispered in her ear, the kiss I laid on her shoulder making her shiver. She nodded, reluctant but excited, as her glistening lower lips proved. She clenched down on the finger I pulsed into her core. Her arousal coated the fingers I squelched from her and licked clean. The crowd cheered as she shuddered in my arms.
“Be a good girl, now. Pirouette for the crowd.” She did as I directed, eyes glowing when she turned back to me. Cheeks pinkened as a deep, bourbon-smooth voice filled the room.
“Up next, the stunning, adventurous, and mysterious… Snow White. No longer innocent, she loves sucking cock and rough sex. Rougher the better, in fact.” The auctioneer’s gaze ate her alive as he quickly adjusted the erection he tried to hide before stepping towards her. “At five-foot-seven, she is a wet, curvy dream waiting to become your reality.”
“Let’s start the bidding off at… $200K.” And his rapid-fire trilling out of the bids began. Stunned, she gazed at me in horror.
“I only hope you fetch more than that disgusting douchebag you were cheating on me with.” I looked her up and down, cock hard at the sight of her glorious tits and perfectly groomed pussy. “He almost wasn’t worth bringing in. But the $250K I got for him should come in handy. Goodbye, love. Have fun!”
I left her behind, a grin on my face and waving cheerily as she screamed at me from behind her ball gag.
The auctioneer’s voice followed me out of the room, calling, “That’s $1.3 million. Do I hear $1.4? Going once, going twice… gone! To the man in the royal purple suit.”
Perfect. He’ll treat her exactly as she deserves. I laughed as I planned how to spend my windfall.
✍️If you liked Worth Every Penny, drop Lylah a line, on the contact us page, and let her know. She loves to hear from her readers! 💌