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From Punished to Making Him Wait, via The Circus…

Many years ago I wrote a short story called Punished, for the much missed Oysters and Chocolate webzine. Written from the perspective of a young woman who, with her boyfriend, had been caught having sex without permission by their master, Punished was one of the first BDSM tales I ever wrote.

Sometime after Punished appeared on the web, I was reading some of my other literary wares at the Sh! Women’s Store in London, when a man bounded up to me- with what can only be described as hopeful enthusiasm! That man was Kojo Black- the owner of the Sweetmeats Press, who kindly told me how much he’d loved reading Punished, and asked if I’d like to write something for him… Something like Punished – but not Punished- and a bit longer…

This was quite a challenge. Obviously I wanted to produce something in the same BDSM vein, but something brand new. The result was The Circus, which is a novella which can honestly be called short (approx. 12k words) – but not sweet!

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The positive consequences of my writing Punished didn’t end there. After I’d completed The Circus, I had another request from Mr Black- ‘Hey Kay, fancy writing a novel for me now…?’

Well, what could I say…?

So along came my, very much longer, erotically kinky romance novel Making Him Wait! Still BDSM, but a very different kind- a mind over matter kind- where you’re never quite sure who has the upper hand…

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So Kojo’s enjoyment of that first short tale Punished led to The Circus, and The Circus led to Making Him Wait, and Making Him Wait led back to… Punished

After receiving permission to reuse all the stories that I’d had on the Oysters and Chocolate site, it seemed only natural to knock on Kojo’s door, and say, ‘Hello- fancy taking on Punished?’

And his answer? Well, that would be a yes!

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If you’d like to find out what it was that Kojo liked so much about my mini story Punished, then you can download it from Amazon.com , Amazon UK, and other good e-retailers!

Happy reading guys!!

Kay xx

 

Making Him Wait- A Teasing Taster…With Brush Strokes

It’s been a little while since I shared a little teaser from my own work on this blog- so today I thought I’d treat you to a little bit of erotic art action…

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Published by Sweetmeats Press, I am very proud to be the author who kicked off their range of un-illustrated novels- which can therefore be aimed at a world-wide, rather than just a Western audience.

It is ironic then perhaps that Making Him Wait is all about an artist who specialises in erotic and sensual creations.

Let me give you a little hint as to what it’s all about…

The artist in question is one Maddie Templeton- and she is a game player- a complete control freak- or more accurately – a self-control freak.

When, after years of painting commissions, Maddie gets the chance to have her first ever art exhibition at the newly refurnish Stripped Banana Gallery, she jumps at the chance. But the time she is given to create twelve brand new works of art is short, and only by enlisting the help of her favourite client, Sara (as featured on the cover of the book), and her partner Jake, life model Freya, and by suffering a visit from Tania, her self-centred vamp of an ex-girlfriend, does Maddie have any chance at all of getting her pieces completed on time.

Meanwhile, Maddie’s recent meeting with local electrician, Theo Hunter, adds an extra degree of interest to her life. Theo, she decides, would be the perfect man to have a little fun with- but not until after the exhibition is complete. Until that time, he is simply going to have to wait…

High kink all the way, Making Him Wait is a lust fuelled erotic romance that has fun with text sex, straight sex, girl/girl sex…you get the idea!! There is lots of sex…and a trolley… I am saying no more!!!

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EXTRACT

Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.

Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.

“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control – is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.

Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.

While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely what and who had held up her replies.

Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.

Maddie loved making him wait...

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I hope that little teaser to the plot line has whetted your appetite!

Oh- before I go- I will give you one excellent piece of advice- if you ever meet anyone like Maddie, you should make absolutely sure that you listen very carefully to every word that person says; otherwise you might find that what you think they are offering you, is very different from what they are offering you..

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If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available from Amazon, Amazon.com, Sweetmeats Press, The Book Depository, WHSmiths, and other good book and e-retailers.

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 9: Janine Ashbless

It’s Day 9, and I’m delighted to welcome another of my favourite erotica writers to my site today. I have had the pleasure of meeting Janine Ashbless many times over the last decade, and she is every bit as lovely as she is talented.

Janine is sharing a delicious extract from her incredibly sexy novel Named and Shamed today. You might want to sit down for this one…

Blurb:

“Once upon a time, a naughty girl called Tansy stole a very precious manuscript from a kindly antiquarian. But all of the world’s ancient and powerful magic, lost for centuries, has returned…and now there is much more at stake than a few sheets of parchment! Thus begins a rude and rugged fairy tale, the likes of which you NEVER read when you were little! Poor Tansy is led though the most pleasurable trials and the most shameful tribulations as her quest unfolds before her. Orgasmic joy and abject humiliation are laid upon Tansy in equal measure as she straddles the two worlds of magic and man. Fantasy and BDSM slither together to make NAMED & SHAMED the consummate adult fable. Immerse yourself in this dark and depraved fairy tale, and may all your endings be happy ever after!”

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Excerpt:

(Tansy is about to realise that she has come under a fairy curse)

Hell. I shook myself out of my reverie, confused. What was I doing, fantasising about Vince and Gavin in almost the same breath? I looked down and saw that my hand was pressed hard against my pubic mound, grinding my swollen clit. My body had recovered from last night’s hammering and — obviously over-stimulated — was now ready for more.

I really needed to cum. Again. Okay, another wank, then.

No, I realised with a sickening lurch, as at that moment the bathroom door slammed shut. What I really needed was to get out of the house before I had to face Gail.

Throwing on my T-shirt and skirt and a pair of sandals, I was out of the front door before she emerged from the shower. My plan was to go fetch my impounded car from Croydon, and on a Saturday morning that meant taking the Underground, so I set out walking to the station.

It was just a bit unfortunate that I’d headed off before I had any chance to cool down. Even as I walked, I was uncomfortably aware of the heat and emptiness of my sex, and the way my panties felt as if they were rubbing in all the wrong places. I suppose everyone gets that sensation sometime – the random hard-on, the crazy gotta-frig-now itch. Well, I had it bad that morning. It made nearly every man I passed a sudden source of interest. Furtively I eyed them up — the delivery guy dropping off crates of tinned food at the corner store, the two youths smoking on the bench outside the Tube entrance, the busker at the bottom of the escalator — wondering what they looked like naked, how big their tools were, what they’d feel like fucking me good and hard.

God, every man had a cock. It sounds stupid, but it was like the revelation of a great secret. Every one of them was capable of fucking me. Think of the potential.

My feet felt clumsy, tripping me up. An unfocused excitement made my blood run quickly. I shook my head at myself, bemused and irritated . . . yet enjoying it too.

Then the next Northern Line train arrived, and things got worse.

It was a Saturday in the middle of summer so of course the ventilation had broken down. And a big chunk of the Underground wasn’t operating because of weekend maintenance, so by the time I got to the middle of town every train, platform and stairwell was packed out. It was sweaty and hot, and inside the carriages we were pressed together, standing room only. I stared into space, pretending not to notice the hot young Spanish student-types I was crammed in against, my breasts bumping softly against the back of the taller one as the train swayed. The stuffy air in here was making me feel a bit dizzy. I hung my weight from the hand-strap overhead, feeling the tick of my pulse in my engorged clit and wishing I could touch it just to get some relief. Wishing I could lick that student’s beautiful neck and feel the stir of his nape hair under my tongue.

That’s when it happened. Someone behind me – unseen and anonymous – cupped my ass briefly with one hand.

Hey, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been groped on public transport. Normally I make damn sure I protest and embarrass the hell out of them. But this time, I just stood there. The weight of my own churning appetite seemed to pin me in place. When I didn’t react, the hand took the opportunity for another pass, squeezing the full curve of my bum-cheek a little more boldly.

A hot bubble of arousal burst in my sex, releasing a trickle that flooded my knicker gusset.

Tansy, I admonished myself. You dirty cow. Stop this now. But my body wasn’t listening.

Surreptitiously, moving with the sway of the train, my unseen admirer shifted in a tiny bit closer. It was definitely a man: I could smell his aftershave and his skin, and feel his bulk at my back. But I had no idea what he looked like. I licked my dry lips and blinked at the advert over the door, aware now that my nipples, despite the heat of the day, had hardened to points that were poking the Spanish guy quite insistently. I wondered how he didn’t notice, but he was deep in conversation with his friend. I wondered what was happening to me, that I should respond to this molestation so submissively. It wasn’t like me to be shy or fearful.

But then this wasn’t shyness or fear. It was dirty, thrilling pleasure.

The hand moved, sliding all over my right cheek. The flower-print skirt I was wearing was really quite short and those fingers found the edge easily. I wasn’t wearing tights. Warm fingertips brushed my bare skin. Oh God . . . . that felt good.

Involuntarily, I let out a tiny moan, and the eyes of Spanish guy’s friend flicked to me. I flushed, then switched to gazing at the shadowy pipework flashing past the window. My ass was being bumped now, quite gently, by a hard knot of trouser-clad flesh. Shit, thought I. He has a hard-on.

The train gave a sudden lurch around a curve and everyone staggered a little. The man behind me took the opportunity to grasp my hip and pull my ass into his crotch. I didn’t resist. I could feel his erection fighting against his clothes, pressing against my bum.

A stranger’s rubbing his dick against me. And I’m letting him…

Janine Ashbless (Photograph by David Woolfall)

Janine Ashbless (Photograph by David Woolfall)

Janine Ashbless Bio:

Janine Ashbless has had 11 books of erotica published by Black Lace, Samhain and others. Her short stories have appeared in many anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica (three times) and Best Bondage Erotica. Most of her fiction has paranormal or dark fantasy themes. She’s currently writing an erotic romance trilogy about fallen angels: the first, Cover Him with Darkness, published 2014.

www.janineashbless.blogspot.com

www.janineashbless.com

 

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Many thanks for sharing this most tasty of tastes with us today Janine.

Don’t forget to come back tomorrow, for a bite from the archive of Tabitha Rayne…

Happy reading,

Kay xx

 

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 2: Kay Jaybee

It’s Day 2, and I thought I’d jump in myself today and share a little of my artistic BDSM erotic romance, Making Him Wait

Blurb-

Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.

But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?

The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

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This hot extract comes from the very beginning on my erotica romance- with a huge splodge of paint…

Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.

Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.

“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control – is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Art supplies

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.

Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.

While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely what and who had held up her replies.

Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.

Maddie loved making him wait…

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If you fancy finding out what happens next, you can buy Making Him Wait from –

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239259&sr=8-1

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239632&sr=8-1&keywords=making+him+wait+kay+jaybee

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Hope you enjoyed that! Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for a delicious helping of naughtiness from Lily Harlem!

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

Text Sex: Making Him Wait

Ever since the introduction of mobile or cell phones into our lives, texting has become a way of life. Erotic stories involving text sex were bound to follow in the wake of this phenomena as, let’s face it, text sex is a lot of fun, and can be very kinky!

I have written a number of stories that have included texts, such as Perks of the Job (Tricks For Kicks, Xcite) and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress). It was so much fun to add this textual dimension of communication to my tales. These stories were so well received that I was determined to make text conversations an integral part of my novel, Making Him Wait.

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Blurb-Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.

But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?

The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

****

Theo is normally very much in control of his life, but after he visits Maddie’s studio in the curse of his job as an electrician to install some new lighting, he quickly finds himself obsessed with both her, and the sheer weight of the eroticism that seems to ooze out of the art that covers the walls.

Maddie, a master of the art of self-control, has an exhibition to put together for the recently re-opened Striped Banana gallery, and although she is keen to have some fun with Theo, she is determined create all the new works of art she needs first. At the same time however, Maddie has no intention of letting Theo lose interest in her while her energy is required elsewhere…

So what better way to lure Theo with promises of breath-taking sex than via text messaged conversations- and then making him wait for answers to his texts…?

Extract

Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.

Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.

“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control – is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.

Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.

While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely what and who had held up her replies.

Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.

Maddie loved making him wait…

*****

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Very quickly, Maddie has Theo exactly where she wants him- at the centre of an unpredictable waiting game. But Theo isn’t always sure what he’s waiting for- and every time he thinks he’s about to get what he wants, Maddie changes the rules, and Theo finds himself having to wait all over again.

As time passes however, and Maddie needs Theo’s help to get her exhibition complete on time, the artist finds she isn’t getting everything her own way. Is it possible that in Theo Hunter, Maddie Templeton has finally met her match?

If you would like to buy Making Him Wait to find out what happens to Theo and Maddie, it is available as a paperback or e-book from all good retailers, including…

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239259&sr=8-1

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239632&sr=8-1&keywords=making+him+wait+kay+jaybee

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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