She walked into that bar dressed like a fantasy, and three strangers on a stag do decided she was exactly the fantasy they’d paid for. She didn’t correct them.
I’ve written nine confessions before this one, and I thought I knew where my own limits sat. Turns out I was wrong, because it took a saggy Travelodge off the North Circular and a case of genuinely spectacular mistaken identity to show me a taboo I hadn’t touched yet: a father and his son, both wanting me in the same room, on the same night, and both getting exactly what they wanted.
Let me set the scene properly. I’d spent the day in a Shoreditch studio getting photographed in the filthiest schoolgirl outfit Ann Summers has ever sold me: pleated micro-skirt, no-bra boob tube, backseam fishnets, and heels so high I was taller than half the men in the building. The shoot ran late. I never packed a change of clothes for afterwards. Rookie mistake, and one I’m eternally grateful for.
So I checked into my room still dressed like every man’s idea of trouble, went down to the hotel bar for a drink, and got mistaken, instantly and completely, for the stripper a fifty-eight-year-old lorry driver called Barry had booked for his son’s stag do. Three seconds, that’s all I had to correct him. I didn’t use them.
What I found at that table was the saddest, sweetest stag do in London: a groom eight weeks from his wedding who didn’t want a stripper at all, a best man fresh out of a divorce who needed this more than anyone realised, and a father who hadn’t been touched by a woman since his wife died four years earlier. I looked at all three of them and made a decision that had absolutely nothing to do with the two hundred quid Barry thought he was paying me.
This is where the book earns its trigger warnings, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise. Because before that night was through, I’d had every one of them, individually, in every configuration a budget hotel room can reasonably contain, and then I put father and son together, inside me, at the same time, and watched two men who share a surname discover exactly how far they were willing to go for one night that didn’t have a single rule attached to it.
If you’ve read my other confessions, you know I don’t fade to black. You know I don’t tidy things up for comfort. This one’s got the full spit-roast, the anal, the double penetration, the guilt written plainly across a groom’s face while his body did something entirely different from what his conscience was telling him. It’s got a father proud of his son in a way he never expected to feel in a hotel room with his trousers off. It’s got me, fully in control the entire time, even when I was the one on my knees.
The taboo here isn’t incest, and I want to be completely clear about that, because it matters to me and it should matter to you. There is nothing sexual between Barry and Colin. The taboo is proximity: two men who love each other, related by blood, sharing the same woman, aware of each other the entire time, and neither one looking away first. That specific, particular wrongness is what makes this the hottest thing I’ve written in the whole series so far.
I wrote this one two years after it happened, and I’ll be honest, it took me longer to get down on the page than most of my confessions. Not because I regret a second of it. Because I kept getting distracted remembering the details, and a girl can only get so much writing done when she keeps having to stop and, well, you know.
This is Book 10 in Lily’s Naughty Adventures. You don’t need to have read the other nine to enjoy this one (though if you have, you already know exactly what you’re getting, just with more of it). Every book stands alone. Every book is a full, complete confession, start to finish, no cliffhangers, no holding back.
I’m Lily Corbett. I’m twenty-seven now, I write filthy confessions for a living, and this one’s about the night I decided a stag do needed considerably more than a stripper. It needed me. Available now on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. You know what you’re here for. Go on, then.
Book 10 in Lily Corbett’s “Lily’s Naughty Adventures” brand new series of confessional hardcore and taboo erotica. 21k words
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Trigger Warnings
Content Note: This book contains explicit adult content intended for readers 18+. Themes and scenarios include:
- Explicit sexual content throughout, including group sex (MMMF)
- Infidelity / cheating themes (a character is engaged to be married)
- Father and son engaging in sexual activity with the same woman in close proximity (no sexual contact between the two men)
- Significant age gaps between characters
- Anal sex, double penetration, and oral sex described in explicit detail
- Alcohol present in a social setting (protagonist remains sober throughout all sexual content)
- Mistaken identity / sex work roleplay themes
- Casual, consensual sex between strangers
- Strong language and explicit terminology throughout
All characters depicted are consenting adults aged 18 or over. This is a work of fiction.
