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Friday 21 January 2011

Story extract - Kinky Girls

A preview of my story Retail Seduction which is in Kinky Girls! Xcite Books
How exciting to be included in a book with some of my favourite erotica authors!

Retail Seduction


Selena traces the soft fabric over her arm. It feels so luscious and rich she puts it to her cheek then looks around furtively before winding it around her hands and wrists lifting it closer to her neck.
‘Can I help you?’ The assistant appears from nowhere making Selena jump.
‘Oh, em, yes, where are the fitting rooms please?’ The puzzled looking assistant looks quizzically at the black velvet scarf which is the only item in Selena’s arms.
‘It’s over there by the lingerie at the back of the shop. You might want to take some other garments in as well madam?’ Selena nods quickly and grabs the nearest shirt. She makes her way to the changing rooms and tugs at the scarf which has wound its way tighter around her wrist constricting her hand. It feels good and she takes the tag offered by the changing room assistant.
‘Just the two items?’ Selena nods again afraid to speak in case her voice has the tell tale quiver that would alert her and everyone else to her arousal. It always takes her by surprise; it can come from nowhere but when it does, her need is so great, so overwhelming that she has to find a place to go, and fast. She scurries to the furthest cubicle and pulls across the heavy curtain. Damn it, she thinks, the only changing rooms in town without a lock…

She exhales deeply and fully and looks at herself in the mirror. That’s better. Her posture is erect but relaxed and her head is tipped back slightly so she is looking down at herself. She breathes in and fills her lungs, her chest, her breasts. She loves watching her own body as it begins its erotic arousal. Her lips are full and red and she watches her tongue glide over them moistening them. She takes the scarf again and pulls it tight between her hands and snaps it taut. As she watches her reflection she imagines she is watching herself through Jim’s eyes. She slowly lifts the velvet strap up past her chest pausing to drag it across her nipples, she smiles as they spring to attention yearning for her to touch them again but she resists and slowly continues the journey to her neck. She lifts her head high and tips it back further tilting it from side to side to examine her slender neck. She rubs the fabric back and forward over her throat, teasing herself. She feels heat between her legs and watches her feet as they move apart, her heels gliding easily over the lino flooring. She has a skirt on; it is longer than she usually wears as she had treated herself wearing suspenders and stockings that morning. She pushes her back into the wall and slides down it slightly to try and ruffle her skirt higher. She manages to get it a couple of inches but not enough to see the thick black band at the top of her nylons. It frustrates her but this is part of the game to herself. She can’t make it too easy... 

Saturday 15 January 2011

Under The Desert Sky - a teaser...

For your pleasure, here is a short teaser of my story The Sculpture which is included in Under The Desert Sky anthology from Xcite Books
Hope you enjoy! T x x


Jason gripped the chisel as he always had and pounded it repeatedly with the mallet against the oak block. Every time he glanced at his subject heat rose in his jaw and he quickly took his focus back to his tools.
Pound, pound, pound. His left hand jarred around the thick handle as the blade slipped deliciously through the hard grain of the wood. Jason practically wailed at the innuendos surrounding him. It was all Deborah’s fault. She had insisted her friend Quentin should have a hand sculpted bust made for his ridiculously opulent mansion.
Jason had met Quentin a couple of times before and hadn’t really thought much about him, just that he was a friend of Deborah’s. Now though, standing before him with his torso exposed, Quentin was an awesome sight. Jason almost felt as though he was cheating him, using humble oak to carve out his form when alabaster would have been far more appropriate.
The rise and swell of Quentin’s pecs with the darkened tight nipples made Jason clench his jaw and grip the chisel tighter. The more he tried to see Quentin as an object he just had to copy, the more he felt his rod quiver in his jeans.
‘Could you keep the pose, please?’ Jason hoped his voice hadn’t dropped any hints of his rising arousal as Quentin rubbed his upper arms.
‘Sorry, mate,’ called Quentin peering round the barely touched block, ‘it’s just I’m getting a bit of a draught from somewhere.’
Jason couldn’t believe it; he was practically in melt down, sweat dripping down his forehead and off the tip of his nose. He wiped himself on his sleeve. They had been together over an hour and Jason had only formed the most basic of outlines.
‘Can you hold it for just a bit longer,’ he said, his eyes boring into the wood, ‘I’ll just get the basic shape sorted.’ If Quentin had answered Jason didn’t hear it through the blood thundering in his ears.
‘Jase ... Jase?’ Quentin’s voice finally made it through to Jason. ‘Don’t you think it might work better if you actually looked at me?’
Jason blinked and shook the hair out of his face and slowly made eye contact with the Adonis in his studio. He had never felt so aroused and intimidated by anyone before. All he wanted was to do a good professional job and get paid. He didn’t need this!
‘Listen, mate, if you’re not up to this today, we can reschedule.’ Quentin reached for his shirt and started to pull on a sleeve.
‘No, no!’ Jason panicked and before he knew what he was doing flew over and pulled the shirt from Quentin’s grasp. For a second the world stopped and Jason felt horrified. He stared into Quentin’s eyes, ‘No, I mean, I don’t have any appointments for ages.’ He released his grip on the shirt but Quentin pulled it tight, catching his hand with the fabric and pressing his chest into Jason’s.
‘Good,’ whispered Quentin...


To buy the anthology please visit Xcite Books!