When you have an anthology all to yourself, you get into the annoying yet gloriously unusual situation of having so many quotes to share you don’t know which ones to pick. So, I thought that today I would pick another excerpt from a different story for you.

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The last excerpt you received was from a hot, sunny summer story. Today’s excerpt comes to you from the much chillier autumn which is rolling in pretty quickly now that the end of August is approaching. This particular story is called Leaf Lessons.

“Oh hush, woman.” Mark held his wife’s hands above her head. “We’ve got ages and I want to make a collage.”

Helen looked confused as her husband lifted her top and eased it up and over her head, revealing her bra and the large apples trapped inside. He slipped her trousers down and off her legs, along with her knickers. It left her exposed, the crinkly edges of the leaves prickled her skin.
He rolled her to her side and unsnapped her bra, then pressed her gently back to the floor. The leaves rustled as she settled, almost masking the deep growl that escaped Mark’s lips as he surveyed his wife’s naked body.

He picked up a red leaf, long and classically shaped, and laid it on her rounded stomach, like an arrow pointing down. He then picked up two yellow hand-shaped leaves, large and bright. He laid these gently over his wife’s budding breasts. The soft touch made Helen gasp with need. He filled in the rest of her skin with leaves of varying size and shape. He found a leaf skeleton, fragile and see- through and placed it over Helen’s pussy.

“That’s gorgeous,” he said, “but there’s something missing.”

He picked up a shiny brown conker and shifted the arrow leaf on her stomach down a bit further before popping the brown nut into the dip of her belly button.

“That’s cold.” Helen exclaimed.

“Hush, you. Canvasses don’t speak.” Helen went quiet. She always enjoyed it when her husband was dominant; she just wished he’d hurry up and fuck her. Her need was growing, but she was also painfully aware that her mother was due soon.

“Still not right.” He muttered and sifted through the leaves around him. “Ah ha.” He picked up a spiky ball, and smiled wickedly down on Helen from between her spread thighs. She gasped as he laid it on her neck and rolled it down over her leaf covered flesh. He watched as the leaves shifted and moved under the motion of the Horse Chestnut pod. He listened intently to the gasps and moans of his wife as he ran it over her nipples, down her stomach and over her thighs.

“Perfect,”

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Travel Delight is a new short story from me and is due to be released in October. You will be able to get hold of it from Total-E-Bound but for now here is the blurb and a hot little excerpt to whet your appetite.

One Hot Summer’s day he became her Travel Delight.

When Janet met Guy her whole corporate and predictable world crumbled. The exciting young American whisked her away on a summer holiday that she would never forget, an expedition to find her sexual self.

They started in York where they discovered the delights of the Minster and their exhibitionist lusts. In London they visited the Queen and found the secret delights hidden in the Shadows of Hyde Park. And in Paris, the City of Lovers, Janet made the most important decision of her life. Should she stay with Guy and discover more of her adventurous nature or should she return to the career she had worked so hard to build?

The most important decisions in life are always the most difficult to make.

Here’s an excerpt:

“So, what changed your mind?” He asked and slipped into the seat beside her, trapping Janet between the window and his lithe body.

“I need an adventure.” She replied, “And you made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“Yeah, I do that.” He laughed and Janet noted the redness of his cheek as he did and this sign of softness melted her heart.

“Did you enjoy Manchester?” She asked him as she settled into the journey.
“Sure, it was a cool town and I met this gorgeous woman, too.”

“Oh yeah,” Janet laughed, her smile lighting her eyes, “What was she like?”
“Well,” he leaned in close,” between you and me, she was hot. I totally wanted to fuck her.”

“Oh,” she was flustered by the audacity of the revelation and his mouth so close to her skin.
She didn’t have much experience with men, but she was pretty sure that Guy and his direct approach was unusual. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. This was utter madness, yet her heart wasn’t beating faster with fear, it was arousal that it pumped around her body.

Even through the icy blasts of air conditioning the sunlight through the window warmed her skin as the urban streets and buildings began to melt away and craggy hills and green fields dominated the view.

“The view is amazing.” Guy’s voice broke into her thoughts and she looked from the window towards him. It became apparent that he had been looking at her, not the view out of the window and as their gazes met and melded, Janet’s arousal took over her body and she pressed her lips to his.

They were hot and hard but they gave way like soft butter as the pressure from her lips built. His hand cupped her face, gently holding her in place, subtly taking charge. Their lips parted for a moment and she drew breath, a moment of panic hitting as her sensible side exerted itself. She had just kissed a stranger, and passionately at that. But before she could pull away from his touch or think things out further his lips had captured hers again and his tongue was begging entrance to her mouth.

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Today’s excerpt comes from one of the 5 stories contained in Curvaceous, my print anthology.

Naughty Rendezvous is available in ebook but the version in Curvaceous has a whole new sexy scene in it.

“So damn hot,” he groans, nipping at my ear and down my neck into my cleavage. As he nibbles on my breasts, my arms loosen and fall down to the bed beside me. My body flows like hot butter and I surrender to the melting heat of his kisses.

He must have been waiting for my arms to slacken. As soon as they hit the bed, he shifts his weight and grasps one, pulling it above my head. Swaying the other way, he captures that arm, pulling it above my head also.

“Leave these hands here,” he orders, looking down on me with the most delightfully lustful gaze. “Or will I have to tie them there?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, once more playing the game, the nervous excitement screwing up inside my stomach, the anticipation making me light-headed.

His lips return to my neck, my cleavage and lower down onto my stomach. I’m so exposed as he rolls the duvet down behind him. With my arms stretched above my head, I am displaying every curve of my body to his sight.

“Gorgeous,” he growls as his nose nudges the curls at my crotch, then lower, trailing through the dew-covered down until he reaches the soft, ample folds of my eager pussy. He nudges my thighs wider with his shoulders, and I happily spread them for him. My arms above my head makes me feel as if I am surrendering to him, giving over everything I have for his pleasure.

I groan my frustration as his lips leave their promising trail and he sits back on his heels. I sense his eyes tracing over every inch of me. Feeling shame, I can’t help but drop my arms across my chest even though his caressing gaze is exciting me.

“I warned you,” he tuts as he slips off the bed and pulls the belt from his pants. All kinds of images flash before my mind’s eye as he strides across to me, his hard cock straining between his thighs. Relief floods me as he pulls my arms above my head and tightens his belt around them, just till the leather bites slightly into my skin, but not tight enough to cause me any real discomfort.

“Now, naughty girl, if those hands get in the way of my viewing pleasure again, I will be forced to take stronger action, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, my heart thumping in my chest.

“Good. I want to see you, to drink you in. I’ve imagined your body naked so many times and now I have the opportunity to see it, I don’t want to miss a single detail.”

His words soothe and arouse me. A little burn of embarrassment remains in me as he climbs between my thighs and views my body once again but mostly I feel lust. I long for more than just his gaze on my body, and as if he heard my unspoken plea, his hands reach down and stroke down the outside of my thighs, sweeping down to my knees. He raises my legs, with both hands at first, then as he moves to the side, he slides both knees over one arm and folds them back towards my chest.

I begin to panic as I picture my large arse on display, everything between my thighs displayed lewdly before him.

“Joe!” I yell, and he turns his head to look me straight in the eye. All protests melt away as I see the lust, the want and the burning desire imprinted in those eyes. There’s no disgust, no disappointment or any other negative emotion that I had feared.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“No,” I whisper.

“Pardon?”

“No, Sir,” I reply, again giving him permission to continue the game.

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Today, I wish I were back in Sunny Scarborough on my holiday instead of in grey Manchester and going for yet another hospital appointment.I feel like I live there at the moment, I have thyroid problems, finally last week they decided they’re going to remove it, so now, more appointments, woo hoo.

So, todays excerpt is from Sweet Surrender, my erotic Scarborough holiday romance short story.

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Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom. Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her on the tour of the town but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her personality than about the sweet, seaside town.

Here’s the HOT excerpt:

He lifted his head and their lips were once again united. She was surprised by the domination of that kiss. Considering their positions, she should be in charge and in command but no, even in this prone position he was boss. “You’re beautiful, Helen. Your skin is so pleasantly pale, your pussy so pink, plump and damp. Yes, I saw how much you were turned on, you naughty girl. You like exposing yourself, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer; his gaze stung. He looked up at her flushed face and as much as she wanted to scream Yes, the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. Before she could act or speak, he shifted his weight, throwing her down on the grass beside him. In seconds he had her pinned,, her skirt trapped around her waist as he ground his erection against her uncovered pubis.

“You like this, don’t you?” He asked again before capturing her lips for a kiss, if such a rough, dominant action could be classed as such. Again, he asked. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered as his lips slipped to her neck and his teeth began to nibble the sensitive flesh there.

“Yes,” she said, as his hands slid up and down her sides, lifting the dress higher, so she could feel his rough jeans chaffing her thighs and stomach, his erection straining to be released.

His weight shifted again and she was left exposed. He was kneeling between her spread legs, baring his camera.

Her hands darted for her tucked up dress.

“Don’t,” he commanded and as her fingers gripped the material he growled. “Please.” She let her grip loosen, nervously looking to her left and to her right. There was no sign of anyone else in the vicinity.

“You’re gorgeous,” he crooned. “Lift the dress higher.” Helen paused for a moment, her cheeks red, her nostrils flared. Her body was wound up with sexual tension but something deep in her mind screamed No! Her conscience was muttering about her reputation, about her vulnerability, about her being a grown woman. However, Helen chose to ignore that voice. She slowly lifted the dress higher, exposing the bottom cups of her red bra.

* * * *

“Stunning,” Tom gasped. His knuckles protruded as he held his camera tight to stop his hands from shaking. She kept surprising him, taking him off guard. Helen was a sexual beast caged up by propriety, rules and decency. Now that those bars were being slowly removed, she was blossoming.

“Let’s see those pretty tits.” He groaned, clicking the camera as she ran her hands over her breasts, easing down the cups and scrunching them up beneath her abundant boobs. She was sex personified; she bumped up her hips and gripped her flesh. Tom moved closer, his eye fixed to his camera.

“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispered as her fingers traced the outline of her large areolas. Deep peach on a background of dairy cream, the nipple was like a luscious raspberry, crying to be licked and bit. He controlled himself, not knowing her limit, suspecting he had already pushed her past it.

Her eyes were closed, and her mouth pursed into a kissable pout as her hands roamed from her breasts, over the verdant hillock of her stomach to the valley and river between her thighs. As she pressed her fingers through the curly reeds, he gasped and held his breath, daring to imagine that she would delve deeper, taking her fingers to paddle in the damp shallows of her wet slit.

He was kneeling and zooming in on her fingers as they pulled and pushed at the soft, pliable flesh and teased the hard rock of her clit, exploring her femininity. He could hear every breath, almost feel it like the breeze as it caressed his cheek. She panted and groaned, her pleasure slowly spiraling higher and higher. His cock was uncomfortable in his jeans, and he took one hand off the camera and reached down to his groin to rub the length of his straining manhood.

So escape to sensual Scarborough today.

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