Day 1- Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters: The Collector

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July 28  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

smile-winkWELCOME!!!!!

It’s Day One of my Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters- my annual dive into my own story archive!

Each day, for the next fourteen days, I will be posting an excerpt from one of my erotica publications- and I promise each one will be hot!

COMPETITION ALERT! At the end of the fortnight you’ll have a chance to win any of the stories featured you like in e-format! More news on Day 14!!

I’m kicking off this fortnight of flashbacks by sharing a short story from my very first solo paperback with you.

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The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2008) is a linked-anthology. It’s the story of a young woman on a mission to gather as many erotic stories as possible. Either by eaves-dropping, asking outright for, advertising for, or even indulging in some direct research herself, the collector assembles and documents some hot tales…

Some of the stories are long, some are very short, some romantic, and some pure BDSM. The Collector records straight, gay, lesbian, threesome, and solo adventures- all of which are very kinky!

Let’s have a bit of threesome action to launch this two week blog special!

Break Time

The temperature dropped as the door closed behind them. He hesitated for a moment before following them further into the club’s store. Seconds later he was being pulled across the dark room onto a huge pile of empty cardboard boxes which lay discarded in the far corner. He could feel his cock stirring beneath his jeans. So far they had not spoken. They hadn’t needed to.

            The blonde was laughing. Her eyes laughed first, just ahead of her lips, which were moist with anticipation. The boxes crunched slightly as they were squashed beneath their combined weight. The thumping of the dance floor, only a corridor away, was almost drowned out by the ticking of the storeroom clock.

            The girls, still anonymous, looked at each other, and with an unspoken signal they acted. Pulling off their t-shirts they revealed two sets of perfect tits. The red head’s rich mouth was nuzzling at her partners nipples before their guest had time to react to the wonderful, unbelievable, sight. Then she turned the blonde towards him. ‘She’s yours for the taking’ she smiled teasingly, ‘if you want her? You’ll have to decide quickly though, we only have a half hour break.’

            He’d seen them watching him from the other side of the bar as they served his fellow clubbers. When they approached him, each taking a hand and guiding his slim frame towards what they called “a safe place,” he couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t sure whether he should resist or not, so he thought he’d see what happened next. Anyway, his mates were watching.

            Somehow he couldn’t move. His brain was screaming at his body to work. To grab her, lick her neat breasts, and release her hips from her short black skirt, but he simply stood there, mesmerised.

            The red head shrugged and, moving behind her friend, grasped her nipples between bronzed fingers. As her taught skin was expertly rubbed, the blonde’s head fell back onto her comrade’s shoulders, her eyes closed in pleasure.

            ‘She loves this. Why don’t you try it?’ Still he couldn’t move, but his eyes never left them. The red head, who was obviously relishing her currant dominance, started to kiss the blonde. Big, deep, probing kisses; first on the mouth, then down her neck, whilst her finger tips continued to brush the almond nipples.

            It was the blonde’s yell that woke him up. As she came there, right in front of him, under the careful ministrations of another girl, he realised that this wasn’t just another fantasy. This was everything he wanted. It was real.

            As if sensing that he’d come to a positive decision, the red head pulled a condom out of her mini-skirts pocket and threw it at him. He inclined his head, and posted it into his jeans pocket.

             The blonde almost sagged with relief as he tore off his shirt, closely followed by her skirt. He pushed her back into the red head’s arms, spread her knicker free legs, and greedily lapped up the juice which ran down the inside of her thighs. Her arms reached up, and her fingers dug into his short dark hair to steady herself. His dick ached, but he wasn’t ready to take his jeans off. He couldn’t be sure how much control he’d have without there restraining presence.

            Glancing up from his intense work around her clit, he could see she was very close, but he didn’t want to be the one to trigger her second orgasm. He was in charge now, and he wanted to watch.

            The red head staggered a little as he pulled her roughly towards him, ‘Finish her off,’ he ordered.

            ‘Certainly sir.’ She spoke with mock gravity, and knelt down, sliding two perfectly manicured fingers inside her friends soaking snatch. He watched as the fingers moved slowly, rhythmically in and out, making tiny slurping noises in time to the clock. He stepped forward and began to kiss the red head on the neck, her face and her stomach. He circled all around her chest without actually touching it, planting the lightest of touches on her belly and her arms, forcing a groan from her confident mouth. He knew the need for attention in her breast must be almost unbearable. Would she beg? No; too proud. He suspected that right now she would like to though.

            The tension was cut abruptly as the blonde cried out once more, her body shivering in satisfaction. The red head pulled away from him and stuffed an aching tit into her friends mouth, who instantly obliged by flicking a skilful her tongue over the neglected nipple. Red’s murmur of relief became a sigh of pleasure when he thrust his hard cock between her pink lips.

            He had dreamt about this sort of thing, but the reality of the situation was almost too much. The girls so busy together, combined with the tongue expertly, divinely, licking at his tip, was driving him to distraction. He withdrew hastily and took a deep breath, gathering himself.

            The clock ticked. The red head was whimpering for more attention.  He glanced at the cardboard bed beneath him; it was more or less squashed flat now. Time must be short and he was desperate to be inside one of them. He didn’t care which one.

            Ripping the condom out of its packaging and rolling it into place, he lay on his back, his discomfort soon forgotten as his shaft was quickly swallowed up as the blonde sat astride him. The delicious sensations that coursed through him doubled as the red head lowered herself onto his face, offering her pussy to his open mouth.

            Again his mind was full of the image they must be presenting. The stifled mews and groans from above told him that the girls were kissing each other as one pumped against his cock, and one rocked against his tongue. He held red’s thighs tightly, feeling the pleasing weight mould into him. Perhaps their hands were busy working on each others tits. He was sure they would be.

            It was a thought too far, and suddenly he pushed the red head away, crying out his relief as he shot his load into the blonde above him. As he moved away, panting hard, the girls wasted no time in fingering themselves to their own climax, giving him one last memorable spectacle.

            Tick. The girls were bar staff again. Collecting their clothes from the jumble of cardboard, they hastened towards the door. Turning to him for a final look, he blew them a kiss, admiring their calm but rather crumpled appearance. Tomorrow he would have to pinch himself. Had that really just happened?

            The backs of his long legs ached where they had been rubbed against the uneven surface, and they were already bruising. It had happened, and he was about to develop the marks to prove it.

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If you fancy reading the rest of The Collector, you can find it in paperback or e-book from Amazon, and all good book sellers.

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I hope you enjoyed that!!

Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for another tasty taster from the KJB archive.

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Starting to Collect: Getting Set for Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters

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July 26  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

This coming Monday (28th July) sees the beginning of this years Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters- my annual look back through my erotica archive. Everyday for two weeks I’ll be sharing a delicious extract from fourteen of my kinkiest books.

In September this year, I’ll be marking the 10th anniversary of my first erotica publication, and today I thought it was high time I started to sort through the huge pile of notebooks and files that I’ve accumulated since I began- and look what I found!!

Collector- original notebook

This notebook belongs to the collector- let me explain…

Once upon I time I was a fledging writer. I’d had one short story published by Cleis Press, and one poem and several stories taken by the much missed Oysters and Chocolate.com. I had finally discovered something I loved to do- something that would fit easily into my family life- but could I do it? Could I go that one step further and write a complete book?

Anyway- the date was 5th March 2006 and I was sat in Heathrow airport waiting for a flight to Scotland, when one of my dearest friends phoned me up. He didn’t say that much- just, ‘Go and buy a copy of The Observer- read the magazine. You could be one of those women. You could even do better.’ Then he was gone.

I rarely buy newspapers, but I did what he said- I discarded the newspaper and opened up the magazine- this very magazine-

Observer

- and I read an article all about the rise of British women writing erotica… I sometimes wonder, if my friend hadn’t got me to read that article, would I have kept going with the erotica, or would I simply have got a proper job, and kept writing as an occasional hobby…

However, having read the article, I sat and thought for a while as I watched all the people dashing by. Then suddenly I had an idea, I knew I wasn’t ready to write a novel. I wasn’t confident enough in my work, nor was I yet good enough to sustain a longer storyline. But everyone hasd a story to tell, everyone around me, everyone everywhere…so I started to collect them. To listen, to interpret other peoples most secret tales and fantasies…The first of which you can see drafted in the notebook above.

Those tales in that notebook became The Collector- a linked anthology of kinky confessions and dreams t- my first ever solo publication.

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On Monday The Collector will be the featured book on the first day of my Tasty Tasters fortnight…I hope you’ll come along and join in the fun, and help me celebrate the book that was, to my amazement and delight, popular enough to keep me writing.

If you’d like to buy The Collector- you can find it as an e-book or paperback at -

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1849633517/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239556&sr=1-1

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1905609191/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239810&sr=1-1&keywords=the+collector+kay+jaybee

Happy reading,

Kay xx

 

 

Let’s Meet Knight and Trask: Guest Post with Toni Sands

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July 24  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Today I’m very pleased to welcome the lovely Toni Sands, and her brand new secret agents!

Over to you Toni…

Thank you so much for inviting me to be your guest, Kay Jaybee. Two very important characters are elbowing me out of the way here! One is Trask. The other is Katie Knight and they’re the secret agents featuring in my latest Xcite Books novella, Knight and Trask: Secrets and Spies.

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The action takes place in the late 1990s and I thought it’d be fun to chat to my heroine and my hero as a way of introducing them to you.

Toni:            Katie, just how sexy is Trask?

Knight:       He’s premier league eye candy. His walk’s kind of feline. His cologne pushes all the right buttons. I wanted him from the moment I set eyes on him.

Toni:            Would he have bedded you so quickly if he hadn’t save your life?

Knight:       It wasn’t a mercy fuck!

Toni:            Sorry, Katie. I could feel the sparks flying between you as I wrote the first scenes. But you both broke company rules about secret agents not having intimate relationships.

Knight:       Wouldn’t you have?

Toni:            Well, yes. If I don’t fancy my hero, how can I expect anyone else to?

Knight:       I don’t believe in playing hard to get when an attraction’s as strong as it  is  between Trask and me.

I think we get the picture. Let’s ask Trask how he juggles the two very important women he has to deal with in his working life

Toni:             Would you describe yourself as a ladies’ man, Trask?

Trask:          Affirmative.

Toni:             Is your particular charm natural or cultivated in the cause of Queen and country?

Trask:           I like to think you reveal the ‘real me’ within your book.

Toni:             Why, thank you, Trask. You played Katie along in the early part of the story? Was that fun?

Trask:           Definitely. We both knew what was going to happen.

Toni:              How difficult was it, watching her coming on to not just one but two powerful men?

Trask:            My professionalism helped me cope. Inside, I was almost at meltdown point but don’t tell Cordelia.

Toni:             You’re obviously the boss lady’s blue-eyed boy. We know she’s gay but you’re almost flirtatious with her.

Trask:          That’s not difficult. She’s a beautiful woman. Need I say more?

Toni:             So, if I write a sequel, would Trask do what James Bond did when he won the heart of Pussy Galore in Goldfinger?

Trask:          No comment.

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Excerpt:

Katie used the orchid hand wash provided and rinsed away the bubbles as a toilet flushed. A darkly glamorous woman, dressed in a clinging scarlet sheath dress, emerged from the cubicle and swooped on her, grabbing the bag Katie had lodged beneath arm and hip, enabling her to wash her hands.

Katie didn’t stop to think. Her training did that for her. One arm shot out, stunning the woman. Grabbing her with dripping hands, Katie held her in a grip so vicelike her attacker could only flop, a rag doll.

‘Who. Are. You?’ Knight hissed, not relaxing her hold.

Silence.

‘If that’s the way you want it, let’s reward you with a little more peace and quiet, shall we?’

In moments, the woman laid on the floor, gasping for breath, Katie kneeing her in the chest and reaching for her bag. She opened it, scrabbling inside until her grasping fingers found a small hypodermic. One swift sting in the back of her captive’s hand and the woman’s eyelids fluttered and closed. Not knowing whether her assailant was spy or common thief, Katie dragged her to the cubicle nearest the entranceway and shielded the two of them behind the door, in the nick of time as two laughing women entered the washroom. She waited to hear the slam of cubicle doors before dragging the unconscious woman towards the service room. Once inside she bundled her into a broom cupboard. When Miss Scarlet awoke in approximately15 minutes, she’d find herself in the tender care of Her Majesty’s Secret Service.

Before she alerted her silent listener at base, Katie tutted, noticing her hem caught up in one place. Gently she smoothed the delicate beaded fronds back into position and took out an atomiser, spraying a little perfume in the air and letting it settle around her. She breathed in the rose carnation scent. Time to get back.

Before making her way to Javier’s table, she spoke just loudly enough to be heard by whoever listened in. ‘Better have someone check the broom cupboard in the washroom. I’m back to the cliff face.’

Katie stepped out of the ladies’ room, straight into the arms of two towering security guards. One of them pressed something rigid against her back.

‘Are you going to shoot me or are you just pleased to see me?

‘Shut the fuck up,’ the bigger brute hissed in her ear. ‘You’re coming for a little walk with us, Lady Portia.’

‘Try not to drag your knuckles,’ she hissed back. As if the idiots would shoot her here, so close to the restaurant and foyer. But she wouldn’t make a fuss. Hopefully the Boss Lady would soon be notified of this latest development.

Blurb:

Set in the 1990s, this is a swift-moving sexy story of two spies who dare to break the rules and risk disgrace, all for the sake of love.

Buy Links:

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00KLIM4TG/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00KLIM4TG&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelthouse-21

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KLIM4TG/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00KLIM4TG&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkId=ZNO7D6UZ6BT4R5CE

Author Bio and Links:

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Toni Sands lives in Wales and writes as much as she can when she’s not watching tennis, walking by the river or cooking. She writes erotic romance for Xcite Books.

You can find her on Facebook http://tiny.cc/7lcfix

Her Amazon author page link is http://tiny.cc/8jcfix

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Many thanks to Toni for visiting today as part of your blog tour.

WMS_blogtourHappy reading,

Kay xx

 

Guest Blog: Sara Brookes is Riding Irish

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July 23  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to welcome Sara Brookes here today- and she’s Riding Irish!

Over to you Sara…

One of the best things about writing Riding Irish was a lot of the places mentioned in the book are real. While I say not a lot of real life goes into my books, that detail only pertains to people and situations. Places are free game.

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While Avery’s home if fictitious, the beach—Wallace Beach—is an actual place. For their first real date, they visit a food truck across the street from Pūpūkea Beach. I haven’t been to that beach in some time, but last time I was, that food truck was still there.

Of course, I never had the kind of view Avery gets while she’s there…

Excerpt:

Avery was already comfortably seated at a table at the grill when Kane pulled into the small parking lot. He manoeuvred his Triumph around a row of cars, using his feet to push backward into a narrow space between a car and the food truck.

She watched him tug on the chin strap, pull off his helmet, and run his hand over his dark hair. When he stood and swung his leg over the seat, turning to drop the helmet in one of the saddlebags, it gave her a perfect view of his impeccable ass. Muscular legs encased in a pair of jeans, the leather of his chaps flawlessly outlining his body.

Safety had never looked so damn sexy.

He shoved his sunglasses back on, tugging his faded black shirt—which appeared to be straining at the seams—out of the waistband. The broad expanse of his back and shoulders were revealed as he removed the shirt, rolling it up before stowing it away.

He stood there for a moment, wearing only his jeans and chaps, looking like some kind of bad-boy god who’d been allowed to visit mere mortals for the day. No doubt he was oblivious to the raw, feral sexuality he radiated standing there. There was an intensity about him she didn’t think he realized he even possessed—much less understood.

Avery noticed a few women at the truck openly staring at him as he reached over and snagged a new shirt. The position pulled his well-worn jeans over his butt, stretching the fabric taut.

She wasn’t possessive enough to get offended by their stares. In fact, she was flattered. She knew he was fine-looking man who deserved to be appreciated. And that she would get to appreciate him in her own way, his body free from the confines of pesky clothing.

No use getting upset about having to share the view.

Blurb:

Mayhem is a way of life for Avery. The last thing she needs is a complication like Kane. The medal-winning swimmer who comes to her rescue is the ultimate golden boy. Everything this woman from the wrong side of the tracks shouldn’t want and everything she can’t stop thinking about. But emotion—and vulnerability—are liabilities she can’t afford.

Kane can’t understand why he experiences such dark, forbidden and kinky desires when he is around Avery. But her touch sparks a hunger deep inside him, and unleashes an erotic discovery where pain becomes pleasure. Their uninhibited passion reveals Kane’s dominant nature.

As Avery submits to Kane, exploring boundaries and pushing limits, she discovers a life she never expected. The unlikely pair forge a bond so tight, their unyielding trust gives way to a love like no other. But Avery’s brothers—members of Oahu’s most notorious motorcycle club—have other plans. Now Avery is forced to make a decision where her loyalty resides—with her family or with a lover who brings peace to the chaos surrounding her.

Warning: Ignition point hits hard and fast for this Dom and sub as an Irishman discovers his delightful talent for breath control, spankings and clothespins. You may just want laundry day to come more often.

Buy Links:

Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/riding-irish.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KR1N6FI/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00KR1N6FI&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkId=QJMLWSRXIIK5JNTD

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00KR1N6FI/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00KR1N6FI&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelthouse-21

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ridingirish-1532504-147.html?referrer=6bdb1f9160564c0525b41f36e51861a0

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/riding-irish-sara-brookes/1119683800?ean=9781623001544

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/riding-irish

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Author Bio:

Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter.

Author Links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sara_Brookes

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brookesofbooks

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorsarabrookes

New Release Announcement List: http://eepurl.com/mbG31

Giveaway:

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Many thanks for coming by today Sara,

Happy Reading Everyone,

Kay xx

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Tied to the Kitchen Sink: Loving Erotic Short Stories

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July 20  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

As much as I love writing novels, the erotic short story will always have a corner of my heart. I just adore creating tales that have immediate impact on the reader (at least, I hope they do!).

Whenever I write a short tale, my aim is to hook the reader by the end of the second paragraph; to make them want to know what is going to happen next, or at least to be curious enough to wonder what the hell is going on! It is this aim, that makes the first few paragraphs the hardest to write, and it isn’t unusual for me to actually pen the introductory sentences after the rest of the tale is complete.

Tied to the Kitchen Sink

The three BDSM stories within Tied to the Kitchen Sink are all examples of this ‘writing the beginning at the end’ technique.

BLURB- Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen sinks’ taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s layer, by the tempting lyrics of a truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishists supply cupboard, the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sinks’ kinky S&M and BDSM action, find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.

For me, a short erotic story has to be believable enough for the reader to be able to imagine themselves in the scenario described, but also stretch reality enough to make the words wrap around the reader in a fantasy of erotic dreams. Of course, everyone’s idea of a sexual fantasy is vastly different from the next- but if you like your kink to be a little on the “OUCH and OOOHHH, Master, Mistress and Submissive” side, then this anthology could well be the one for you!

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Here’s the beginning of Tied to the Kitchen Sink to whet your appetite,

‘Hi, you must be Will; Happy Birthday.’ The girl smiled a dazzlingly set of white teeth in his direction, as she turned her head away from the washing up.

Will stopped dead. He had gone through Ben’s back door into the kitchen, expecting it to be deserted as usual; but it wasn’t.

It wasn’t her smile that caused Will’s feet to feel as if they’d become super glued to the floor, and his trousers to tighten. It was the fact that she was stood there, smiling at him in long black high heeled boots, and absolutely nothing else.

‘You look pale honey,’ the girl’s eyes twinkled, ‘why don’t you have a little sit down over there’, she pointed to an armchair in the corner of the room. ‘I can’t join you I’m afraid’, she raised her hands, revealing long thin silver chains attaching her to the taps. ‘I’m tied to the kitchen sink at the moment.’ As she laughed, the dark pig tails which hung down her back quivered against her bare flesh.

‘Um, well, I…’ Will stumbled over his words as his eyes scanned every inch of her. ‘Where’s…?’

‘Ben?’ she finished for him. ‘At the pub. He thought you would enjoy your birthday present more if he wasn’t here. I’m Karen.’

‘Karen?’

‘Are you okay? Ben seemed to think that I was exactly what you wanted for your 21st. If not, perhaps you could unlock me.’ She indicated a small pile of keys on the table, conveniently placed next to a pack of three. ‘Ben said that you fantasised about finding a woman tied to the sink.’ She looked up though her fringe with mock shyness.

Will was torn between simply walking out, untying the girl or…who was he kidding? His head swam with erotic images. She was real. He’d already pinched himself and this was not a dream. His dick stirred as he stared at her.

Tall and slim, her tanned skin shone against the dull kitchen units. Will focused on the soft flesh that appeared out of the top of her killer boots. He could almost taste her already.

‘Who are you?’ Will took a deep breath and walked towards the sink. ‘Why the hell not?’ he thought ‘It is my birthday.’

‘I told you, I’m Karen.’ She sighed as he trailed a finger around her neck. His hard, denim encased, cock rubbed against her arse as he stood beside her. ‘A friend of Bens. You thought I was a hooker?’

‘Well I…’

‘You aren’t the only one with fantasies you know.’ She stroked his cheek with her polished silver nails. ‘I’ve seen your picture on his mobile.’ She turned as much as her tethers would allow and ran wet hands over his thin shirt. ‘Now, I think that’s enough questions. What would you like to do for your birthday?’

She looked at him beseechingly. ‘Are you going to leave me tied here to do all this awful washing up Sir? Or are you going to let me have a little lie down on that nice table? Or maybe a rest in that armchair?

Will smiled; so, Ben had explained his fantasy to her. He was in charge. He stripped off his damp shirt and stood next to her in just his jeans. ‘I think you should stay exactly where you are until all that work is done don’t you?’

‘Oh Sir, but I am in so much need here, and the water is making my skin all dry.’ Karen looked up at him though her eye lashes.

‘It’s like acting out a bad porn movie.’ Will thought. ‘Fantastic’…

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If you’d like to read on, you can buy Tied to the Kitchen Sink at All Romance, Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all good e-retailers.

Happy reading!

Kay xx

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