A sexy short story. A middle aged woman satisfies her longing in the moonlight
I was awake, lying naked, uncovered, on the bed; the hot humid air felt like a suffocating blanket, confining me, holding me down. My husband lay snoring beside me in a deep, dreamless, sleep; his naked body flowing over the bed.
Celia Donnington is known as The Ice Maiden in her office. Watch her thaw as she enters a world of BDSM at Hardend House. When she does will she become Mistress or slave?
Warning: Contains scenes of sex, spankings, whippings and BDSM fiction
Keep your knickers on
Ever get really confused as to what is allowable on erotic fiction book covers and what is not?
A woman daydreams of BDSM – will her dreams come true?
Her fingers curled around the handle of the crop, beneath its leather skin it felt firm and unyielding. She had to place her thumbs along the shaft to force it to bend, just a little, into an elegant curve as she tested its strength.
She imagined it hissing down, moving with such speed and force that the friction of the very air caused it to flex. Then, at the bottom of the arc, contact with the anxiously waiting flesh, the abrupt stop causing the hard shaft to flex in the opposite direction, melding itself onto the round contours of the obediently bared behind.
Two mature ladies decide to have a little fun – and end up having a lot in this very naughty short story
Diana gazed out of the window of her penthouse flat. The agent’s blurb had eulogised the sea views from the living room, but it was the view from the kitchen window that she found most stimulating. In the sunshine, four floors below, a group of young men were lounging around the pool, light glistening off their muscular bodies and conspicuous bulges in the front of their trunks. Occasionally one of them would dive into the pool to cool off and, as he emerged the wet material would cling to his body leaving very little to her imagination.
‘What I wouldn’t give to feel one of those again,’ she said.
Is Celia’s encounter real or a ghost from the past in this erotic ghost story?
The evening sun crept through the leaves of the trees that crowded around the old churchyard, dappling the long shadows on the path ahead with warm patches of light. The church tower loomed above Celia as if reaching toward the setting sun. She turned off the path and felt the long grass brushing against her toes through her sandals. The air still felt warm after the heat of the day and the scents of wildflowers and dry grass floated on it.
Writing a book is easy. OK so I know it’s not but, if you thought writing was hard, marketing your book as a new author is going to drive you toward madness.
We are all either inherently lazy or short of time
As writers, if we are awake, we want to be writing or living life; even if that just means drinking wine and having sex. There are a lot of people out there who want to sell you their books about how to market your book. Anything that promises a quick fix is going to be attractive (if you are looking for a quick fix stop reading this and go and write a book on marketing your book).
‘You need to set up an author email list. It’s easy – right – err no’
Having been monkeying around with another email provider for a year and still unable to figure out how it worked I was starting to loose hope that I could ever set up an author mailing list; at least without having to pay a professional $150 dollars an hour. Being honest, as a new writer with one book and a lot of short stories published that’s probably a month’s, OK a years, royalties. What I needed was an e mail provider that was easy to use, cheap (preferably free to start with), and that could be integrated into my WordPress sites. There followed a lot of research into marketing and email list with several false starts.
Welcome to a world of spankings, submission and sexual slavery that seethes below the respectable veneer of Edwardian London
A wild and adventurous ride!
Warning: This erotic novel contains scenes of spankings and submission
Free Sexy short story by Simone Francis
‘I’m sixty-one and I’ve just had my first kinky sex with a man I only met this morning,’