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Tasty Taster: Making Him Wait

It’s time to let the mind escape into a touch of erotic fantasy with some bi-sexual shenanigans 

This week I’m sharing a Tasty Taster from Making Him Wait

Here’s a Tasty Taster…

…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…

You can buy Making Him Wait from…

Amazon UK:  Making Him Wait: An Erotic Novel: Amazon.co.uk: Jaybee, Kay: 9798708347695: Books

Amazon US: Making Him Wait: An Erotic Novel – Kindle edition by Jaybee, Kay. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Smashwords: Making Him Wait (smashwords.com)

Happy reading!

Kay xx

Restrained

Restrained

#ad #restraint #erotica #exploration #Lovehoney #kinkyplay #sextoys #fun

One of the joys of writing erotica, is exploring – via my characters – the limits of sexual pleasure to which I can send each of my fictional individuals.

Over the years I have created my own voyeuristic window into an erotic world of fantasy and pleasure. To create the #bdsm, #sub #dom stories I’m best known for, I’ve largely relied on my imagination, but every now and then – as with any work of fiction – research is required.

This research has come in many forms over the years – talking to others about their experiences – reading up on the subject of domination and submission – and, of course, turning to the fabulous world of sex toys – in particular, toys that deal with restraint, such as leg spreader bars.

When it comes to writing erotica that centres around the submissive/dominant dynamic, I have always been fascinated with the concept of voluntary capture. There is something intrinsically sexy about one human being having so much trust and confidence in another, that they will allow themselves to be bound, making their ability to move limited, or immobilising them completely.

Consensual bondage can bring intense sexual pleasure. For the submissive within the erotic play, there is the anticipation and adrenalin rush from not having control – from not knowing what their partner will do next – of wondering how they will treat them on the road to climax.

For the person in control, there is the high of deciding how to pleasure their willing partner, of both hearing and seeing them succumb to desire, while the act of pleasing their submissive will, in turn, afford them a rush of sexual satisfaction. In a world when we are constantly having to make decisions, it is a heady/addictive feeling to have all responsibility taken away from us in a restrained/submissive capacity. It opens our minds and focuses our whole bodies on the pursuit of pleasure – each touch, each sound, each anticipation of what might happen next.

It is for this reason – the combination of trust and the pushing of a person’s sexual limits – that I like to write stories centring around restraint. Whether in a long-term loving relationship, or within a situation where the premise of the story is for one character to push the limits of another who (willingly) wishes to see how far they can go, the use of restraints – whether it’s ropes, cuffs or even a spreader – the results are always plot spinning. And what’s more – they are plotlines that my readers can safely replicate, and enjoy, at home with just a few careful purchases.

Photograph courtesy of Lovehoney

As I said above, when researching for such moments of fiction, I use sex toys and equipment to help me. When writing a recent story (yet to be published), featuring the use of a leg spreader bar, I turned to Lovehoney for help. Prior to including the use of a spreader in the tale, I wanted to make sure I had the feel of the thing correct – to know how to use one – how heavy they are, and – of course – what it feels like to wear.

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The story I’m writing is very much a work in progress – here’s a little extract for you…

Spread (A work in progress by Kay Jaybee)

Max lifted the leather-bound diary from the desk. Making sure he could see her eyes; he flicked through the pages until he found the entry from the night before.

Tuesday 2nd May.’

A soft muffled groan came from the woman seated on the chair before him.

‘What was that Sub? A happy memory or just sheer frustration at your situation?’

Leaning forward, Max adjusted the silk knickers that he’d wedged between her lips only two minutes before.

‘Don’t you worry. If you’ve been a good girl and written nice things about the lovely surprise I gave you last night, then you’ll get to play with it again. If not – well, you’ll get to watch me play with it with one of our friends. You’d like that wouldn’t you?’

This time the sound from the gag was halfway between a purr and a pleading mewl.

‘Despair or desire? I never know which emotion you wish to portray when you’re so beautifully arranged.’ Max kissed her forehead. ‘I don’t think you know yourself sometimes, little Sub.

‘So, where was I? Ah yes, last night. Let’s read what you had to say for yourself.’

Sitting on his usual wing-back armchair, Max stretched his legs out towards her, his feet almost, but not quite meeting hers as she sat, naked, on a small round cushion on a metal kitchen chair. Her hands were secured to its arms with bondage cuffs, while her ankles were secured to each of its front legs with two of her master’s neckties.

Dear diary, Sir was very pleased with me, so he bought me a gift.

            ‘I was excited, but also nervous. Sir had told me that it would be something we’d both enjoy, that it would help towards my training as his submissive, that it was a treat for being so good when his friends came to play with me, and that – should I hate it and not want to play- or leave the game at any time, then I should say the safe word he picked for the evening – Zebra.

Max paused, his gaze coming to rest on her rock-hard nipples. ‘You even wrote the safe word down – good girl. Sensible to have a word that can’t be mistaken for anything else.’ Thoughtful for a second, he opened a drawer in the desk next to him. ‘Those nipples look desperate. Here.’

Her eyes widened in pleasure as he slid of his chair, onto his knees. Shuffling a pace closer, his mouth came to her left breast, his teeth grazing her nipple, before he abruptly sucked hard, making her gasp into her underwear as her pussy gave an involuntary twitch.

She was just relaxing into the warm sensations that flooded her breast, when Max pulled back and clipped on a cold metal clamp. His sub’s gasps of pleasure morphed into a sharp intake of air; the shock of the firm clamp as it squeezed her sensitive damp tip, sending a second layer of pleasure – a darker one – riding on the back of the first.

She tried to stay relaxed, not to tense in readiness for the treatment she knew was about to follow on her right side, but as ever she failed, and that inability to stay calm, only went to enflame her further – just as her Sir knew it would.

‘There.’ Taking a step back, Max ran a practised eye over his partner. ‘Beautiful, and I bet you feel good too, don’t you?’

A muffled, ‘Yes Sir’ came from between her lips and the purple knicker gag.

‘Now then.’ He sat back down, ‘where was I? Ah yes…The gift was a spreader. Until now, Sir has always tied me to a chair or the end of the bed. We’re talked about getting a spreader before, but never have. Just looking at it – thinking of the possibilities -of what Sir might do to me while my legs were cuffed into each end…I could only imagine. Although, I didn’t have to imagine for long.

‘My word, it is a thing of beauty.

Max stopped reading, ‘It is a thing of beauty – like you, my Sub.’

Lowering himself off the chair again, he sat on the floor before her and, the diary still open before him, reached a hand to her open, tethered legs, and caressed a single finger over and around her clit, enjoying the feel of the moisture he found gathering there as he read on.

I was tied to my chair while Sir showed me my gift. I must confess, dear diary, that I drooled into my ball gag as I watched the large box being opened and three long metal rods coming out, two of which had fur cuffs attached to the end. Sir told me to pay careful attention to how the spreader was put together. It was difficult to obey, for although my eyes were not shielded by a blindfold, and the room was light, the wand Sir had taped between my thighs had been fixed on a low setting – and had been buzzing over my clit for almost five minutes. Without Sir’s permission to cum, I was fighting hard to obey him and not climax – while watching all he showed me….

Max pushed a finger up inside his Sub, making her whimper with need. ‘You’re close now aren’t you, I can hear it in your breathing. You can cum once I’ve finished reading, yes Sub?’

‘Uh, huh, Sir’

‘Good Sub.’ Max kept one finger lazily pumping in and out of her as he went on. ‘…There were three metal tubes in the packaging, which were to be fixed together to form the spreader. As I’m quite short, Sir was kind, and didn’t fix the metal rods together at their widest setting, but even so, I could see that, once the faux fur cuffs were in place around my ankles then I’d be spread very wide open – available for anything…ANYTHING Sir wished.

            ‘As I write this, sweat is gathering under my breasts, and my nipples are aching – not from the delicious flogging they had while I was spreadeagled on the living room floor, ankles cuffed, legs immobile thanks to my gift, but from the thought of what Sir might do to me next time I’m spread like that.

I knew Sir would treat me kindly, but even so, I hadn’t imagined what a difference the unyielding nature of the metal poles would be like – how at his mercy I’d be …and how much I’d love it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet…

I will leave you here so that I can continue with drafting this spreader inspired story.

Happy reading and playing everyone,

Kay xx

 

 

 

 

 

Something for the Weekend: Making Him Wait

Friday is upon us once more, so it’s time to let the mind escape into a touch of erotic fantasy with some bi-sexual shenanigans 

This week I’m sharing a little from the of Making Him Wait

…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…

Making Him Wait is published by the fantastic Sinful Press. You can buy it from…

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Erotica-discipline-ebook/dp/B078ZGKLLV

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Making-Him-Wait-Erotica-discipline-ebook/dp/B078ZGKLLV

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/making-him-wait-4 

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/making-him-wait-kay-jaybee/1127821931?ean=9781910908228

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/making-him-wait/id1336576037?mt=11

Google Play Books: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kay_

aybee_Making_Him_Wait?id=yZFIDwAAQBAJ

Storytel: https://www.storytel.se/books/143147-Making-Him-Wait 

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Happy reading!

Kay xx

Something for the Weekend: The New Room

This week I’m offering a little from the novella length, finale to the Perfect Submissive series, The New Room

#somethingfortheweekend

Blurb

A Perfect Submissive Series short story. (Following on from The Perfect Submissive Trilogy)

Resident submissive of the Fables Hotel’s adult entertainment floor, Miss Jess Sanders, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.

With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the fifth floor’s new room.

Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for… at freezing temperatures.

With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables’ perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters’ new room, and beyond…

Extract

Her instructions had been to go through the door, walk three paces forward, and then stand and wait inside the fifth floor’s latest facility.

Frost was already crusting over Jess’ shoulders, and the dampness of anticipation that gathered at her crotch prickled as it chilled against her surrounding’s winter-like caress. Her eyes stung with as she blinked into the stark brightness of the space, but as Jess’ hands had been secured behind her back, she couldn’t rub them better.

As the submissive looked about her, she saw that not only could the discerning paying guest at the hotel enjoy the delights of a pseudo-school room, a Victorian study, a dungeon, a medical bay, and the intimidating White Room; they could now experience icy arousal in a fairy-tale style snow grotto.

The ceiling and walls had been studded with crystals and draped with shimmering chiffon fabric that took away the room’s rectangular proportions, making the space feel cavernous. Tiny silver fairy-lights sparkled like glitter, while genuine ice granules clung to every surface, including the fake snow that made a distinct crunch beneath Jess’ strappy silver heels.

Having been stripped of all her clothes by a silent Mrs Peters, prior to being thrust across the new room’s threshold, Jess had been surprised that she’d been allowed her to keep her shoes on. Now she understood why. Only the heavy silver and green velvet robe that had been hung around her naked shoulders gave the submissive any level of protection against the all-invading cold. If she’d had to stand on bare feet in the room, even after all her endurance training, Jess wouldn’t have lasted for more than a few minutes before she had frost bitten soles and toes.

Surveying her surroundings more thoroughly, Jess was just contemplating how easy it would be to hide instruments of sexual play and deprivation between the fake cavern walls and the real walls, when she became aware of the sound of a faint hum.

The distinct brrring vibration of a refrigeration unit.

No wonder it felt so arctic; the room was literally a freezer.

A freezer that held nothing but two chairs, that sat in the very centre of the frost-crisped pseudo-cave.

One seat was more like a fairytale throne than a chair. Made of wrought iron and painted silver, its high back was decorated with intricate butterfly and flower shapes. Well padded with plush, silver satin cushions over the back and seat, Jess already knew it was far too comfortable to have been placed in the room for her use.

The chair to the throne’s right was stark by comparison. Wooden and straight backed; it had been painted plain white and held neither ornamentation nor cushions. That’s where I’ll have to sit, Jess thought, if I’m permitted to sit at all.

The crunch of snow being scraped behind her told Jess that someone had opened the door. She didn’t turn to see who it as. She knew better than that.

A pair of hands came to her shoulders, but the heavy fabric of her cloak prevented Jess from being able to tell whose grip it was. Mrs Peters had told her this was to be the first staff training session in this room; therefore the hands had to belong to a member of the Fables staff. The tone of the breathing behind her, combined with the size of the handhold, informed Jess the newcomer was male. That meant it had to be either Master Lee Philips, the barman and occasional helper on the fifth floor, or Mr Sam Wheeler, Mrs Peters’ personal slave, business partner, and professional artist.

The hands didn’t move from their position on Jess’s shoulders as the whirr of the generator was abruptly drowned out by the activation of some ethereal music from a speaker hidden between the folds of the fake ceiling. The haunting Celtic lyrics drifted into Jess’ ears, adding to the eerie atmosphere and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as the unknown person stepped closer to her back.

With each fresh second that passed, Jess had the uneasy feeling that she’d walked into the throne room of the Snow Queen – a wicked Snow Queen.

The masculine hands moved slowly. The confidence of touch that Jess had come to recognise from the men on the Fables staff was missing. As the palms slid down her arms, ducking beneath her cloak, the visitor took each of the submissive’s tethered wrists in his hands, and briskly marched Jess forward.

The submissive’s mind raced. Who is this man?…

Buy from

Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
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“Fans of The Perfect Submissive series rejoice. This is the novella we’ve been longing for. I won’t spoil it but this story had me bouncing with glee. All of your favourite characters make an appearance and as you would expect, the scenes are intense and exciting. A big thumbs up and sexy striptease for this wonderful short story.” Goodreads 

Happy reading.

Kay xx

Wednesday on Thursday: The Inspiration

Today I thought I’d share a little of the inspiration behind Wednesday on Thursday.

Like all authors, I get my inspiration from everywhere and anywhere- and it doesn’t always wait patiently to be invited into my imagination. Often it rudely trespasses across my mind, shoving aside the plotlines I’m already working on, with the audacity to declare that it needs writing up right now!

The queue of ideas in my head from unexpected explosions of inspiration is incredibly long. As a consequence, it was over a year after I’d had the initial idea for Wednesday on Thursday before I had the chance to scribble down the initial plot outline. It was another six months after that when I had time to begin to write this story of words, sex and coffee.

And the initial inspiration… there was a man sat in the corner of my local coffee shop. He had a very particular sort of smile on his face as he bent over his newspaper, and espresso in one hand, and a pen in the other. I didn’t know him, but there was something about him that screamed out loud and clear that his mind was full of images that had nothing at all to do with the newspapers crossword he’d know started to do.

His expression, the strong smell of coffee and the partly completed crossword started something snowballing my imagination…words turn me on. Intelligence turns me on more…and a nice smile…well…I risked a covert glance at his eyes. Well- that was that- I had found the hero for Wednesday on Thursday. I still have no idea how I didn’t sit down and start writing the story there and then- must have been the novel deadline I had looming! I also have no idea how I kept my eyes off him for the rest of the morning…Okay…so maybe I didn’t!

Blurb

There are rumours that the coffee guy has “a thing” about words.

Shrugging off her friend’s concern about the way the man in the cafe stares at her every lunch hour, Wednesday can’t see how his love of words could possibly be hazardous.

The fact is, Wednesday rather enjoys being the centre of an attractive man’s undivided attention. His dark blue eyes alone have provided her with many delicious erotic fantasies, a welcome distraction from the pressures of the real world and a dull job.

It’s totally harmless…

…until there’s an accident with a cup of coffee.

After soaking Wednesday with a hot latte, the coffee guy’s attention suddenly becomes far more enticing—and dangerous.

Drawn into a bizarre world of human behavioural research, where crosswords are used to initiate sexual experiments, Wednesday finds herself driven, not by a desire to further scientific research, but by the need to be rewarded for her hard work by the coffee guy’s captivating research assistant.

A stunning redhead by the name of Thursday…

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Here’s another little snippet from my sexy crossword, coffee, and threesome based novella…

Extract from Wednesday on Thursday

… Wednesday had selected her clothes with more care than usual. She told herself she was wearing her best underwear because it gave her more confidence. It was absolutely not because she’d spent a largely sleepless night dreaming of the coffee guy’s expression as he ran his shrewd gaze over her jet black satin bra with matching knickers.

With one extra button open on her shirt, Wednesday left her flat, raking her hand restlessly through her long chestnut hair. She kept telling herself that he was just a bloke who got off on the power of making her feel sexy. That was perfectly all right by her, because he clearly had no intention of doing anything beyond titillating her imagination.

Wednesday had experienced her fair share of relationships during her twenty-nine years, but no-one had ever managed to arouse her with a single glance before.

‘For goodness sake, woman, you don’t even know his name!’ Even though she kept trying to talk sense into herself, the four hours until lunchtime couldn’t pass fast enough.

By the time her break finally arrived, Wednesday thought her heart was going to thud right through her chest with nervous tension. Walking into the cafe, she was more than usually aware of the sound of her heels clattering across the wooden floor.

Wednesday forced herself not to look for him, to just queue up for her latte and toasted sandwich as she always did. Even though she managed to prevent herself from obviously surveying the busy room, she covertly hunted for him nonetheless.

He wasn’t there. A sensation of disappointment gripped her. She felt stupid; humiliated even. But only briefly.

There was an envelope on her regular table.

Sitting down with her food and drink, Wednesday gaped at the cream coloured envelope. Her name was written in clear script across its front.

Wednesday took a soothing sip of her drink as she wondered if the coffee guy was hidden nearby. She had an uneasy feeling that, if he was secretly observing her, he’d be getting off on watching her reactions. Struggling to steady her erratic breathing, Wednesday was more than a little aware that her tits were doing their best to burst through their satin holster.

Exhaling slowly, she opened the envelope.

The words had an instant impact on her internal temperature gauge. Wednesday’s body began to alternate between flushing with heat and shivering with cold, as if she was getting a fever and a chill at the same time.

 Dear Wednesday,

Forgive my rudeness for not having properly introduced myself before now.

My name is Lucas.

I will be blunt. I find you fascinating, and would like to make love to you. I would like to say my intentions are honourable, but they are not. They are lust-driven, and I feel it only fair you know that from the start.

If you are interested in knowing more, then please come to the address below once you have consumed your toasted sandwich. If you choose not to visit, then I will leave you in peace from this moment forward.

Whatever your decision, I would prevail upon you to keep this correspondence private.

Flat 1.

56 Chambers Way.

Regards,

L x

P.S. I apologise for the coffee incident. I trust I did not damage you. I will make the sincerity of my regret known to you should you decide to be my guest.

Wednesday didn’t finish her lunch.

Her legs had started taking her in the direction of Chambers Way without bothering to ask the rest of her if it was a good idea or not.

She knew the address.

The building, a private block of flats, was only two hundred metres from the office block where Wednesday had been employed as an administration clerk for the past two years.

Knowing she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t find out what was within Flat 1, with her pulse racing, Wednesday hovered outside a dark green front door.

A door that led to Lucas and whatever he planned to do by way of an apology.

Without allowing herself to think about what she was doing, Wednesday knocked twice…

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Buy Links

UK- https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wednesday-Thursday-Kay-Jaybee-ebook/dp/B01N5SOMT0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1485329803&sr=8-1&keywords=Wednesday+on+Thursday+Kay+Jaybee

USA- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5SOMT0?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

Canada- https://www.amazon.ca/Wednesday-Thursday-Kay-Jaybee-ebook/dp/B01N5SOMT0

Happy reading!

Kay xx

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