The Sappho Trilogy Book Package by Jonathan Biernot
The ‘Sappho Series’ is an erotic trilogy with no tendency towards pornography. Its subliminal theme is an elliptic love-story articulating, in an empathically realistic way that segues from fact-to-fiction, the explicit journey of a young, married woman emerging from an extra-marital affair through the various stages of her self-discovery. Sappho is an exotic, North American, mother of Greek descent who has never known another man beyond her husband.
Book 1, ‘About Sappho’s Initiation’;
‘Sappho, a beautiful, young, housewife and mother, is initiated as a willing submissive and coached from one experience to another before she becomes addicted to cock. This is the story of how a chance encounter changes the life of a vanilla, North American woman of Greek descent who begins to initiate, then seek out, things that, at one time, would have appalled her. Never once does Sappho say ‘No!’ nor does she hesitate when a new destiny emerges as she morphs into a magnet for powerful men.’
Book 2, ‘About Sappho’s Interim Affair’;
‘When Sappho meets Jackson in a local supermarket it gives her the outlet she needs to square her emotions. Then Jackson, a Black Investment Banker, introduces her to his twin brother, Johnston, and Johnston introduces her to his friends. This story catalogues Sappho’s race to discern her inner-self through an addiction to cock that is swiftly transformed to an addiction to Black cock.’
Book 3, ‘About Sappho’s International Role’;
‘Sappho knew what she was getting into but never imagined how things would turn out when she becomes embroiled with a Middle Eastern Arms Dealer. Sappho’s unmet goal, and insatiable odyssey, are commissioned to facilitate transactions in Africa, Europe, on an Island in the Indian Ocean and in corporate venues near her home in North America. Although never out of her depth, or in a situation with which she is unable to cope, Sappho soon finds herself enmeshed in the ruthless world of exploitation where she learns how the wheels of international arms trading are lubricated.’
The works are published in the USA as stand-alone novellas by Pink Flamingo Media, where they are selling-well in both Paperback and e-book versions, and are now released, for the first time, as a Book-Package-Trilogy.
Settling in and The start of Sappho’s Initiation
“You can go in if you want!”
Sappho was on all fours on the edge of the bed; her knees were about twenty inches apart and her legs were clad in black hold-ups; she was still wearing her high-heeled shoes. The micro-dress she’d been asked to wear was up around her waist and drawn down from the top; her breasts were swaying.
She’d been encouraged to depilate and arrive without underwear; Sappho’d obliged and seemed proud. Her backside was high and her spine was arched downwards; this pushed out her tits like a double bow-sprit and raised her shoulders and head so she was able to throw back her long, heavy auburn hair and gaze into the distance.
As it happened, I was already in: but she wanted me in her ass; the place I was kneading between my thumbs and about which we’d spoken.
“I’ll go in when you’re ready.”
“OK,” came her reply.
This was our first intimate encounter and she was wet and tight yet it was one of the most passionate experiences I’d known. Afterwards, the pressure of our kissing had reddened our lips and, as she stepped away, the semen flooding her pussy slipped out from her channel and fell onto the carpet.
“I like that!” she said, pointing to the globule and smiling…
Later, I suggested it was time for her initiation. Her asshole was virgin and it needed to be eased and lubricated: so, I tendered her; first, by stroking it to acclimatise the area to touch; then by poking my tongue into her brown starfish by way of reassurance; then by daubing some lubricant around her pore before working her sphincter with a finger, then a couple of fingers, until her muscles relaxed and she felt ready.
Her eyes watched me carefully when, as a courtesy, I put on a condom, explaining that squirting semen into her back passage wasn’t a good idea, and my entry began with a slow movement forward. As the progress continued the expression on her face changed from one of wonder and expectation to one of trepidation until she said, “Oh, should we try this again tomorrow?”
I knew if we stopped we’d never go back, so I said, gently, “Let’s carry on, shall we?” and, at that, Sappho relaxed: all the tension left her body and she lolled like a rag doll. This dissolved all resistance and opened her body to deeper, easier penetration but I continued to take it slowly…when after a good twenty minutes, I reached the top and my belly pressed against her pussy.
“We’re there!” I breathed.
“Yes, I know,” she replied, “and it feels good. I never knew it could go in so far but I like it!” …
Then: “Thank you; you’re my Master now: I’m your Sappho and I love you!”