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As promised I want to share some more content from my new book Cuckolded On His Birthday in the form of random soundbites to whet your appetite. You’ll have to download the book to see where they fit in the story!
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What am I thinking? I’m a happily married woman. Mario is a business transaction, a delicious, young, hot, sexy, big cocked business transaction.
“What do you mean you haven’t finished with me?” I reply lifting my head up with puppy dog eyes and kissing his lips, my tongue sliding inside his warm mouth.
“Fuck me hard so they see I’m your good little girl and I know how to pleasure my man.”
I know everything about Jason and his cock, the way he likes to fuck, how long he takes to cum, what it tastes like and where he likes me to wear it and yet tonight I’m learning something new. I’m learning that he can delay his gratification for a long time when presented with the opportunity to watch his wife being fucked like a slut.
“Don’t worry Babe, you’ll take my cock when I’m good and ready. You like getting wet for me don’t you. Let’s see how wet your pussy is shall we?”
“Do you like everyone seeing what a dirty little whore you are Babe? Do you like them seeing your fucking amazing tits and your tight little pussy being used for my pleasure?”
“You’re mine, never forget it. I own you and I will fuck you however I want, whenever I want.” He whispers in my ear, still pressing me against the glass as he enters me roughly.
“Wow, I wish I could cum like that and give my gorgeous wife what she deserves. I’m so glad she invited you over so I could see a real man take care of her. I’ll never take her for granted again when she wants to play with my pathetic excuse of a cock.”
“I think we need to strip you down and see exactly what the little slut is hiding under that sexy black dress. Stand over there and take your dress off nice and slowly. I want you to keep your eyes on me at all times, do you understand?”
“That is a very fuckable little slut right there. I’m going to enjoy filling you with my big fat cock. Speaking of which, I think it’s time for you to show me what a good little slut you can be. Come here and show me how you get my cock hard.”
“No you face that pathetic excuse of a man. I want him to watch as a real man violates his wife. I want him to see what you look like when you cum for the first time. So he knows that until now you’ve been faking it with him and his pathetic little cock. I want him to watch me fill you with my thick creamy cum and know there is nothing he can do to stop me.”
“Do you like that Jason? Do you like seeing your wife being filled with my big fat cock? I’m going to fill her pussy with cum and she’s going to love it. Look at her, she can’t get enough of my cock. I bet she doesn’t fuck you like this, I bet she doesn’t take your cock like this. She’s my slut now and there is nothing you can do about it.”
“Go and show Jason what a good girl you are Kasey. Show him what his wife’s pussy looks like filled with a real man’s cum.”
“Jason I’m almost there, so you can take over now. I’m going to cum so far down this little slut’s throat she’ll be burping cum bubbles for a week.” He moves to the right and let’s Jason get into position before sliding his thick cock as deep into my mouth as it will go.
If you want to read more, I posted another teaser here.
On the third knock she opens the door and in he walks, naked as was previously agreed. With a crack of her whip and a barked “sit” the man takes his place on the chair in the middle of the room.
The latex of her body suit creaks as she crosses the room; unsteady on her unfamiliar heels, nerves rising in her stomach. Unsure of how she should start she cracks her whip and the two men whimper.
She picks up the blindfold and throws it in the man’s lap “Put this on, I can barely look at you.” She barks as a moan emanates from the corner.
They had discussed boundaries before the meeting, no names, no kissing, no touching. He’d agreed to all the terms in exchange for humiliation and of course, being watched.
She never really understood the desire behind cock teasing and humiliation, his cock wasn’t even that small, but she wanted to satisfy her husband and as it was important to him she agreed to give it a try.
She nervously laughs as she ties the naked mans hands behind the back of the chair, as per his request.
“Oh you poor little man, look at that tiny little cock. What a disappointment you must be to your wife to be constantly unsatisfied by your cock. I bet she has a man on the side or at the very least a big thick dildo and vibrator that can give her a good fucking when she needs one.” She takes a breath as both men moan.
The naked man on the chair visibly hardens at her teasing and it begins to settle her nerves. She was unsure when it came down to it that she would be able to satisfy both men’s desires, but so far things were going well.
“Look at your little boy cock; you should shave your hair off and stop trying to make it look like a real mans cock. You’re fooling no one. Are you even getting hard? I really can’t tell.”
“I’m sorry Miss but this is me when I am hard.”
She laughs out loud as she hears a shuffle and moan coming from the corner, the man bound to the chair squirms in the seat, his cock beginning to moisten.
She feels herself begin to flush as the blood flows to her pussy, hearing her husband pleasuring himself for her is building her arousal, knowing she will be well rewarded once the session is over.
“If you were my husband I would make you watch as I fuck myself with a nice big thick dildo and only let you have its sloppy seconds. Why should I go unsatisfied just because you have a tiny cock? I still have needs.”
She cracks the whip on the bound mans lap as he squeals with delight.
“Thank you Miss.” He smiles in response.
Next time the crack of the whip hits the shaft of his tiny erect penis and he yelps in pain, before thanking her again.
She recognises the changing in her husband’s breathing, the tell-tale sign that he is close to his release. She walks over to the darkened corner and bends in front of him, cracking the whip against the floor as he bites his lip staring at her rounded arse wrapped in tight latex.
Unsure of what is happening the man in the chair begins to shift nervously sensing that she is behind him.
She teases the whip across his shoulders and then drags the leather across his lips as he sticks out his tongue to lick it.
“Good boy.” She says as she slaps the side of his face with the tip of the whip.
“Now I want to see if you can be a really good boy and give me a nice big load out of that tiny little cock. I want to see that I’m rewarded for my efforts and that I haven’t wasted my time. I know it’s hard for you to be a real man with that tiny cock but I want you to try really hard for me.”
The man squirms in the seat, desperate to touch himself and bring his release as she teases his tiny hard cock with the strains of the whip, dragging it across the throbbing head and slapping his thighs.
She begins to rub her nipple sensing that her husband is close and knowing it will take him over the edge. He wanted to enjoy thinking a strange man was arousing her when really he is all that fills her mind. Everything she does is for him; even teasing the naked stranger is fulfilment of her husband’s fantasy.
She brings the whip down hard on the head of the man’s cock, he stifles a moan and it begins to spurt cum like a dysfunctional fountain, little more than a pathetic dribble and the sad little man sits smiling with cum in his lap.
A moan and gasp in the corner signals her husband’s release and she crosses the room to kiss him before walking back to the naked man and untying him.
“Thank you Miss. I hope you weren’t too disappointed with me. I did try very hard to impress you.” The pathetic little man says as she unties his hands.
All she can think about is getting him out of the room and claiming her reward.
“I can see you were trying to impress me but sadly you failed in that respect. Luckily my husband has a nice big cock and he’ll fuck me like I deserve when I get home. You’ll be a distant memory by the morning.”
She watches the naked man walk to the door and pick up his bag before leaving.
As the door closes big hands wrap around her, unzipping her suit and sliding inside to test her arousal.
“Hmmm my naughty little whore, you’re all mine now.” He whispers as her husband delivers her reward.
I close the door behind me, collapsing headfirst into the cushions on the sofa as the giggling starts, finally stopping long enough to pull myself upright in the chair. I glance at the clock on the wall and watch as the hands turn to 12. A smile breaks out across my face.
As I go to stand I realise how much my body aches. I need to have a shower and wash the night off me but I don’t want to just yet. I raise my arm to my face smelling him on my skin and breathing it in deeply.
Walking slowly to the bathroom, every step a painful effort, I’m almost unable to bend to turn on the bath taps, and have even less energy to stand in the shower. In the bedroom I catch my reflection in the full length mirror.
Last night I was a tempting beauty wearing my new corset and suspenders with only a trench coat to spare my blushes as I walked through the streets. My reflection now is not quite as polished.
If it wasn’t for Kira I wouldn’t have gone to the party last night. Since my relationship ended I’ve been lost in a dreamlike state. Wondering how I will live without the part of me that is missing. In my heart I feel we will find our way back to each other at some point in the future, too far away to see.
“So what are you going to do in the meantime? It’s not like he’s sitting at home pining after you, is it? He’s probably shagged half of London by now.” She said one night when the ache of missing him was particularly bad.
She was supposed to be coming to the party with me, but at the last minute she met a gorgeous guy who had a body you wanted to lick stuff off all day long. I couldn’t blame her for taking the opportunity to meet him. What if she had said no and he met someone else, I would never forgive myself.
But the thought of attending another party on my own wasn’t exactly appealing. I had no idea how I would get myself into the costume I’d chosen without help, so we reached a compromise.
She would come to my house to get ready and help me into my costume. The party was on route to her date at a restaurant in town so she would drop me off and pick me up later if it suited us both.
So there we were in my bedroom, Kira trying to shoehorn me into this corset, that turned out to be ever so slightly too small and made my ample assets slink over the top just a little too much.
We laughed constantly as she wrestled to fit me in. Although how I managed to laugh with my insides being wrangled and squashed I had no idea.
Once she finally managed to squeeze me all in, I stood in front of the mirror, not recognising the woman who stared back.
My immediate thought was how much Roman would have loved that outfit. I blushed at the thought of his deep brown eyes gazing back at me, holding my stare as he lead me to the bedroom for a night of dirty fun.
I got the idea of wearing the corset from a book I was reading. On the nights Roman stayed over he would lie with his head on my chest, as I read out loud, waiting for that moment I would feel him fall into a deep sleep against me.
I suddenly remember turning on the bath taps and run into the bathroom, catching the water on the brink of overflow. I try to put my arm in to grab the plug but it is too hot, so I go back to the bedroom to wait for it to cool.
Standing in front of the mirror, I twist and turn to take in the corset from all angles, enjoying the bright blue of the silk against my pale skin. The corset gives my figure a nice shape, bringing out my hourglass curves and making my breasts look huge.
I smooth the ruffling of the silk around my hips, trimmed with ribbon and lace and admire the way the front and back hang down into a skirt.
I trace my fingers across the black lace trimming the cups of the bra and catch my fingers in the centre bow, sliding my hands down the black embroidery trailing down my rib cage, tracing its outline down to the ribbon bows on my hips that scallop the skirt.
I turn to see the back, laced in black ribbon over the blue silk, finishing just above my pert bum in a spiralled blue silk flower. Beneath that is a layer of fine black lace shaped around the curves of my bum, laid on top of two layers of ruffled of blue silk scalloped to trail down the back of my shapely thighs.
I finished the outfit with black lace top hold up stockings, with a hint of blue ribbon traced through the cuffs and to set it all off, calf length black leather and suede boots with a high heel, long since removed to save my aching feet.
Standing at the mirror in the harsh light of day, the reflection staring back at me is no longer sexy and ready for action. It’s more drunken mess. My mascara stained face, tangled tendrils that were once perfect, smudged makeup, an aroma of sex and male musk but I can’t help but smile. I look and feel like a used up whore and I couldn’t be happier.
Under the skirt of my corset I was wearing a matching blue silk thong, edged in black ruffled lace and as I take it off I notice it is stained with last night’s exploits.
I look down at my once pristine stockings; now sporting more than one ladder and I realise the elasticity of the cuffs has gone leaving them sagging down my legs.
I begin to pull at the ribbon lacings to release myself from the corset, walking back to the bathroom to ready the water. This time I manage to pull the plug and drain just enough so I can submerge myself.
I hunt out some bubble bath I had been given for Christmas and pour it liberally into the water, swishing with my hand to activate the bubbles.
Finally I manage to release myself from my bindings, letting out a deep breath and feeling strange at having the full use of my ribcage once more. I set the corset down carefully on the bathroom chair, wanting to treat it like the delicate and beautiful thing that it is. I have no idea how I am going to clean it but that is a worry for later.
Just as I go to climb into the bath a memory pops up in my mind of last night and I run to the bedroom to pick up my box of toys, I have a feeling I might be needing them.
I lay in the bath, the warm water lapping against me, relieving my aching muscles as I feel myself begin to relax.
I stare at the corset on the chair, a smile creeping across my face and close my eyes to relive last night. But as soon as I do Roman’s face fills my mind and I become instantly aroused, he always had that effect on me.
I picture him walking through the bathroom door as he had so many times before, slowly undressing before climbing into the bath with me and pulling me onto his lap so I can snuggle into his arms.
I can feel his big arms wrap around me and pull me into him tightly. We would lie like that for a while until the water began to get cold, just talking. He used to wrap strands of my hair around his fingers and play with it as we talked.
Then his big hands would start to explore my body, cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples as I ground my hips into his groin awaking his desire. It never took long for him to be fully hard and ready for action. He would lift me up so I could slide down onto him and build my own rhythm until we both climaxed.
I opened my eyes and tried to remember the last time he walked through the door but I couldn’t picture it anymore. The months we had been apart were beginning to dull the memories and although some still came flooding back like they were yesterday I was forgetting parts of them. It was like losing him all over again.
I shook my head to free the melancholy that was taking me over and closed my eyes once more. This time I was back in the drawing room of last night’s house party and someone dressed as Batman had just walked in.
I was hiding because a man dressed as a Wookiee kept pinching my bum and I needed some breathing space. I found the drawing room in the hope of calling Kira in the quiet to see if she could give me a ride home. I didn’t fancy sitting on the bus in my corset even if you couldn’t see it under the trench coat.
That was when Batman offered me a drink. “You look like you could use one of these pretty lady.” He said in a put on accent that made me smile.
“Thanks Batman, but haven’t you got some damsels in distress to save?” I said.
“I thought that was what I was doing.” He replied with what looked like a smile from what I could see of his face and that was how it started.
Suddenly I realise the water is completely cold and I need to get out of the bath as I am beginning to shiver. I stand up, grabbing a fluffy white towel to wrap myself in and go the bedroom in search of clothes.
I open my underwear drawer and take out my most comfortable bra and panties. My body is still aching from the corset and last night and it needs to feel comforted.
From the wardrobe I grab my leggings and an oversized T-shirt that Roman left behind and quickly get dressed, pulling on a pair of old socks and sliding my feet into my comfortable slippers.
As I bend to pick my handbag off the floor and find my phone my stomach rumbles and I realise I can’t remember the last time I ate.
I grab my laptop and phone and go to the kitchen in search of bacon. I set the laptop on the sofa and turn it on while shoving some bacon in the microwave and flicking the kettle on.
A couple of minutes later and I am tucking into a bacon sandwich with half brown and half red sauce washed down with a hot cup of tea. I feel my body completely relax and an excitement build inside me.
I have to tell Kira about last night while it is still fresh in my mind but I have no idea where she is or what she is doing. I decide to open an email and just type it all out. She will think I’m mad but she will love reading it when she gets the chance.
In my excitement I completely forget about checking my phone and just leave it on the table. I open a fresh email, take a deep breath and start typing…
You’re going to think I’m weird writing this instead of calling, but I need to get it all down before I forget and I have no idea when we’ll speak.
You know you dropped me off at that party last night? Well it was really boring and by really boring I mean I wanted you to pick me up by 10pm and I got there at 8.30pm.
It was weird being there without Ro, but I know I’m not supposed to be talking about him. You have to admit he would have been all over me in that outfit!
Anyway, I got talking to a nice guy dressed as Captain America, well until his girlfriend came and dragged him away, giving me a right dirty look. It wasn’t as if we were doing anything, we were talking about cheese for God’s sake.
After that a man dressed as the Incredible Hulk came over to talk to me. I could see him walking over but wasn’t quick enough to get away. Honestly I have more muscles on one leg than he had in his whole body, and the green paint was sliding off him he was sweating that much. He kept staring at my breasts the whole time he was talking to me and he had really bad breath. But luckily I spotted Alan and he saved me by pretending to be my date.
Alan had brought a date so that cover didn’t last long and once a guy dressed as a Wookiee started pinching my bum I’d pretty much had enough and was ready to leave. I made an excuse to get away from him by mumbling something about needing the toilet.
Luckily I found this quiet room and slumped into a chair. I was just hunting for my phone to call you when Batman walked in and offered me a drink.
This guy looked like the real deal. He had a lifelike costume that must have cost him a fortune, it was thick rubber and the abs were perfectly sculpted. He was tall, slim built and he put on this accent that sounded a bit like Batman from the movies.
I asked him if he shouldn’t be off saving damsels in distress and he said “I thought that was what I was doing”. He’d been watching me and saw all the creepy guys hitting on me, so he thought I could use a nice guy to talk to.
He was really flirty but not in a bad way, but all I could see was his eyes. They were really beautiful, a deep hazel brown and reminded me a bit of ‘he who shall not be named’. I think a part of me wanted it to be him, I miss him so much.
Anyway, we sat talking for a while and then he asked if he could kiss me. He rolled back his mask enough to uncover his mouth and when we locked lips I felt a shiver down my spine.
He said it was the most electric kiss he’d ever had so I leaned in and kissed him again. I don’t know why but I ended up straddling him, and kissing him deeply as he wrapped his arms around me and we just sort of melted together.
You know me; I don’t normally kiss strange men, let alone straddle them in unfamiliar drawing rooms. I could sense he wanted me so I didn’t see the harm in seeing where it would go.
I mean I’ve practically been a nun since Ro left so I needed a bit of male attention if you know what I mean. My toys just haven’t been cutting it lately.
Before I knew it I felt his erection growing under me and it was good. But he stopped me and I thought this is it. This is the bit where he says his married, and just wants to fuck me like a whore and go back to his wife, but he didn’t.
He asked if I would sit on his face as he wanted to taste me I felt so wet. So he lay down on the floor and I went to sit on his face.
But then out of nowhere I found myself saying, if he was going to do that then it was only fair I got to taste his cock. I mean it felt pretty impressive through that costume and I had this sudden urge to taste it.
So he turns on his side and I unzip his costume, rolling it off him down to his knees and I swear every inch of skin that I saw was perfect. Those abs on the costume were nothing compare to the abs underneath it.
I mean you could lick them all day and not get tired. He was all sweaty from wearing the rubber and I just wanted to lick every inch of him I was so horny.
So anyway there I was lying on top of Batman, he’s still got his mask on rolled up to his nose and my arse is in his face and he really knows what he is doing. I mean Roman was pretty impressive when he went downtown but this guy was something else.
So I start the rub the outline of his cock through his boxers and I’m like a kid on Christmas morning. I’ve got this urge to be so nasty with it. I pull down his boxers and there it is.
I swear this thing was as big as a baby’s arm. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry it was so hard and there were these veins throbbing and the head was just OH MY GOD.
So that was it, I had to just go for it and I’m thinking I’ll never get that monster cock in my mouth. But after I licked it, and spat on it a bit, it started going in further and I can feel him moaning as he’s tongue is fucking me so I know I’m doing ok.
I start to play with his balls and these things were huge, they barely fit in my hand but he seemed really responsive. So I start running his cock over my face and running my nose along it and as I do I feel his fingers go inside me and I jolt.
I start to lose focus as he begins to finger fuck, lick and suck me, and I know I’m about to cum, and it feels so good, but I’m supposed to be playing with him, so I just start wanking him off hard until I’m almost screaming in ecstasy.
When he comes up for air he says “Please can I watch you suck my cock now?” So I turn round and kneel in between his legs and start going to town on his cock. I mean I’m trying everything and he’s just staring at me, his eyes never leaving mine, moaning at everything I do but he’s taking ages to cum.
My jaw and arms are starting to ache, when I see his legs start to twitch, and I think ok he’s close so just go for it and he’ll be done. I shove this cock as far as I can in my mouth, and squeeze his balls tight, and I feel his load shoot down my throat as his hand goes into my hair holding me down.
I look up through my tear stained eyes and I swear this guy starts crying, and mumbling about that being the best blow job he ever had, and how no one can usually last that long, and just moans about his size. I’m just lying there thinking there are advantages to having a big mouth.
So then comes the awkward bit, what happens after you suck off a complete stranger and make him cry? I have no idea what to do; do I comfort him or get up and leave?
I go to get up off the floor and say goodnight thinking he got what he wanted, when he grabs my hips and pulls me down onto him. I fall into his lap and he starts kissing me and playing with my breasts.
I look to the door and realise its closed, but start to worry as we must have been in there a while. I start to think we are bound to get caught. But then how often can you say you fucked Batman in the drawing room, so I just went with it.
But then I started panicking, what if he doesn’t fit? I mean I’d never tried to fuck a cock that big before, what if I can’t do it? Then I start getting wet, like really wet and he’s kissing me and turning me on and I forget all about it.
He lays me back on the floor and looks deep into my eyes and says “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, I know what I’m doing.” I look down and his cock is standing to attention and all I can think about is what it will feel like.
I’m throbbing for him in places I never knew existed. Up until that point Roman was the best I’d ever had, he was perfect for me in every way, and it was like we were made for each other. I’d always been so satisfied but this was something else.
At first he just rubbed himself all along my pussy getting my wetness on him, then he started to dip his fat head inside me, and as he did I could feel him opening me up. Then he started to play with his fingers inside me stretching me a bit wider.
This time he managed to slide his head all the way in and I’ve never felt anything like it. He started riding me, sucking on my breasts and biting on my nipples, rocking hard into me with each thrust going a little deeper.
It was like nothing I ever felt before. It was hurting but the pleasure outweighed the pain. He wasn’t lying when he said he knew what he was doing. He was reading my body like he’d known me for years, he wasn’t just going at it and taking what he wanted. I mean it took Ro ages to read me like that.
Batman kept taking me close and then backing off so I would experience multiple orgasms before he caught up and we eventually came together. He literally made me scream, so I had to cover my mouth with a cushion off the chair but man was it worth it.
He pulled out of me and lay on his back next to me on the floor and my whole body was tingling. I could feel his cum sliding down my thighs and I was thinking of the mess we’d made on the floor but I didn’t care.
I still had no idea what he looked like, he wouldn’t let me take his mask off, he said he wanted to remain Batman and remember me as Batgirl and that sounded like fun. As it was going to be just for one night, I wanted to have a much as I could take.
I started to run my fingers along the shaft of his cock, just lightly touching him but I could feel him start to pay attention. His hand slid down my body into my thong, he hadn’t even bothered taking it off, he just pulled it to the side. His fingers started slipping inside me and pushing down on me building pressure and before I knew it I was straddling him on the floor.
I undid the top of my corset and took my heavy breasts out so he could play with them. I started to grind my hips in figure 8’s into his groin, as his hands explored my breasts.
Then I lifted myself up and brought myself down hard on his cock, I felt this pain shoot through me and God knows what my face looked like because he immediately said “Are you ok?”
I thought I was but when I tried to move it really hurt so he told me to sit up and he pulled out of me. He looked me straight in the eye and said I was a ‘silly girl’ and I needed to be much wetter if I was going to do that. Then he kissed me on the nose and started teasing me and making me wet again.
I sat grinding my hips on him letting him do whatever he wanted until I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed him inside me. But this time I was much more sensible and took him slowly until he was almost fully inside me and it felt incredible.
I could tell he was enjoying watching my breasts bouncing around as I rode his cock as he grabbed handfuls of my arse and it turned me on so much.
I always loved Ro spanking me; he used to know exactly what I liked. Afterwards it would be sore to sit for a while but it turned me on so much when I thought about it, so it was nice to have that again.
This time as he was getting close to cumming he pulled my legs around his waist and I gripped him tight as he rocked hard into me. We both came hard together and I fell back on the floor as I was so tired.
He pulled me up and I kissed him on the lips, reaching my hands to his face to take off the mask, I wanted to see his face. But he pulled my hands away and moved me off him.
He jumped up off the floor, pulling on his clothes and offering to help me dress. I caught sight of the time and it was the early hours of the morning.
I had no idea how I would get home and wondered if he would ask me to leave with him. He asked me to zip up his suit and said goodnight, kissing me on the cheek and telling me to get home safely before he left.
I sat in the chair wondering what to do next, a big smile on my face, my corset dress displaying wet patches and creases in places from our exertions. I must have fallen asleep because I heard a loud bang and woke up at 10.30am.
Suzanne was making a point of being as loud as she could to wake me, you know what she is like. She practically threw me out the house without even so much as a coffee. But she called me a cab so I can’t complain.
But you know what, something is bugging me about last night. I can’t shake the feeling I’ve seen Batman somewhere before but I can’t picture where. If you were there you would have known!
Can you believe I would be so reckless? Me your vanilla friend who you always tease for only ever being with one man? Well we can make that two now!
I better go, when you read this give me a call, no doubt you’ll have questions.
Oh and I want details about your date, speak later.
I hit send and turn on the TV, leaving the laptop open on the sofa next to me. I sit watching some old movie I’ve seen a hundred times, tracing my finger across my lips and feeling the warmth of Batman’s kiss.
It’s then I remember I haven’t checked my phone all day. I grab it from the table and unlock it seeing a whole load of unopened texts and missed calls, and one unopened social media message.
I open it assuming it will be Kira and hope I didn’t miss anything important but to my surprise it’s from Roman. I close the message unread and trawl through the texts and missed calls. Deleting numerous text offers for reduced pizzas and PPI claim calls.
Not wanting to spoil my day just yet, I decide to make a cup of tea before reading the message from Roman.
I sit nursing a packet of chocolate digestives, suddenly ravished with hunger and a hot cup of tea, flicking through the channels looking for something to distract me from the nagging voice in my head.
I’ve missed Roman so much I can barely cope at times, but something was stopping me from reading the message. In the months since we parted any contact we’d had brought me more disappointment and after each contact I had to deal with the pain of losing him all over again.
I knew the message probably wouldn’t be anything good and I wasn’t ready to face it. I tried calling Kira but it went straight to voicemail, she was obviously still tied up with her date, and knowing her that might have been literally!
I can’t put it off anymore, I take a deep breath and open the message:
Thanks for a great night Batgirl, I’ve missed you, call me sometime? Ro xx
My hands tremble as I read the message, how could I have been so blind?
Before my mind can begin to register what I’ve read the phone rings “Hi Kira, you’re never going to believe what’s happened”…
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Maybe you are looking for a new read to get you through your next business trip, summer vacation or to curl up with on a cold winters evening by the fire – why not have a look and see what is available.
I look forward to engaging with lots of new readers over the course of the next few months.
I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a good summer and a fair winter depending on where you find yourself. Whatever you’re doing I hope you are having fun.
In support of World Book Night you can download my books for free at Smashwords using the codes below:
Hotels and Spankings Code: ZF84E
Watching Football With Friends Code: GQ35P
Naughty Nine Anthology Code: MV84W
(Codes are valid for 23/4/15 only)
I’m curious to see whether people think being sexually experienced will impact on your ability to write erotic fiction that is realistic to readers.
Could someone who is a virgin write a sex scene so realistic that it would make you think they were writing about a personal experience?
Could someone who had never experienced BDSM write a story that encapsulates the ideals in a way that would make you believe they had?