Caning the maid is an excerpt from my first full length novel The Bookshop. It is a complete scene, not just a teaser, so won’t leave you hanging but hopefully you will want more.
Warning: This story is about BDSM punishment and has an explicit lesbian sex scene.
It’s 1908 and Amelia Slone is on the trail of an organisation that seduces women, lures them in with promises of sexual gratification and has kidnapped her friend. To infiltrate The Order she must awaken her own desires.
I love writing humorous stories about mature women exploring their sexuality. Add in a horny and frustrated demon and who knows what will happen
She is stretched naked across the altar as he approaches.
If you like the idea of giving or receiving a good caning this fetish story is for you.
The first thwack lands and he marvels at the way her buttocks respond. A ripple of flesh speeds out from where the strap touches her. It is like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She does not flinch or cry out. She knows the rules just as he does. He brings his arm back and the strop whispers through the air again, landing harder this time.
I like creating stories about women exploring kinky sexy for the first time. The idea of seeing something private and then receiving an invitation to watch is enticing. And there’s always the next step…
I watched the removal truck trundle back down the road and turned to look at the boxes piled in my new home. How could one woman accumulate so much and lose a husband, all in thirty-six years? I suppose the first thing to do is to find the kettle and the dildo, since I was now officially single.
I like writing about women exploring kinky sexy for the first time. In this spanking fetish short story a woman explores her deepest desires as the door to a new world opens .
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I love writing about the supernatural. But what if it’s really there – just in another dimension? This is the prologue to my book The Iron Tongue of Midnight. The prologue was originally written as a short story and then I decided to keep going.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
Lovers to bed; ’tis almost fairy time
William Shakespeare – A Midsummer Nights Dream
Rebecca dreamed, tossing and turning in the heat of the night, her dark hair flowing in waves across the white pillows. The sultriness of the air glistened on her pale skin. In her dreams, she saw legions of men, each with tantalising blue-veined hard flesh standing out before them. Her arms reached out, she wanted them, wanted to touch them, feel them inside her.
Sometimes it’s just fun to write about people enjoying unexpected sex.
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She was wearing a pair of sexy, satin shorts and a white T-shirt. There were a couple of points pushing at the thin material that caught my attention as there was no bra holding them back.
I’m still not sure whether the girl Celia encounters is real or not. You can make your own mind up.
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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.