Month March 2017

Belonging: Book Two in The Everett Gaming Series

I sat patiently on the couch and kept my eyes focused on Sydney. As I stared at Sydney’s naked form, I began to wonder if this was the right thing. Yes, I knew Sydney wanted to scene with a good Dom, but now Anthony was fitting into the picture more. He at least should be. I really didn’t think we’d get to the point of the scene without Anthony saying something, but he was being stubborn. Matt tried talking to Anthony yesterday at lunch but that hadn’t gone well. He told Matt that he couldn’t give Sydney what she needed and I couldn’t for the life of me wrap my head around that notion. He’s a confident and capable Dom, yet he’s so sure that he can’t give Sydney what she needs. He’s refusing to see it.

Sydney knelt next to Anthony’s chair while he stroked her hair. They both were content being next to one another. Anthony sat expressionless but I knew it was his mask. He was lost and deep in thought. I knew Sydney was nervous about being naked in front of Evan, but if she was going to scene with him Friday she needed to get used to it. The sound of the doorbell caused the tension that was floating in the air to multiply.

“Relax, baby. We’re just talking tonight. Your posture is perfect.” I stroked her cheek before walking to the door. (more…)

Longing (The Masked Emotions Series Book 2) (Volume 2)

Marie let out a smile as Dom 241 disappeared into the shows for a half second and reemerged holding a flogger and the crowd let out a small applause. The three women, still on their hands and knees began to space themselves apart, giving Dom 241 ample space to walk between them.

‘Crack!’

The flogger seemed to wrap around the middle one, causing her to let out such a moan, that it caused many of the people within the restaurant to become dead silent. ‘Crack!’ the flogger hit the woman on the far right across her ass and pussy and although she didn’t make a sound, the way her body shuddered and the look of pure pleasure on her face was enough to see he struck her just right.

It was quiet, except for the light buzzing overhead and the occasional clink of the glass. ‘Crack- crack!’ the flogger hit the woman on the far left on her upper back and breast, causing her to jump slightly with each hit.  ‘Crack!’ the woman in the middle lets out a sharp yelp, followed by a satisfying moan as the flogger smacked against her nipple. (more…)

Storyville: A Time-Travel Erotic Romance

A week passed and I still hadn’t seen Jan Baptiste.  I was beginning to think I’d imagined him, due to all the moonlight-and-magnolias’ scenarios that had been clouding my mind. It didn’t make any sense.  What was he doing in the cemetery?  Was he a ghost?  How weird is that?!  On Saturday night, I heard the ragtime music again.  I wasn’t sure if it was coming from the cemetery or not.  I put my robe on and ran across the street to look through the fence to see if Jan was there.  As I was looking, I felt a cold presence behind me.  I quickly turned around, and there was my Jan.  I threw my arms around his neck and showered him with kisses.

He pulled away and said, “Come with me.  I want to show you something.”  I followed him around the fence and we came to a place that was opened enough for both of us to get through.  “Are you frightened?” he asked.

“Not when I’m with you.”

He took my hand and led me to a burial vault.  He pointed to one of the names on the family plot.

I asked, “That’s you?!  So you are a ghost?” (more…)

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