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GLINT
an erotic short story
While enjoying a lazy day at the beach, sexy holidaymakers Suzy and Gavin see a sudden glint of light flash from the headland overlooking their patch of sand, and realize that somebody's watching them through a pair of binoculars! Far from being alarmed, hedonistic Suzy finds the forbidden scrutiny deliciously exciting, and turned on by her own latent exhibitionism, she and Gavin decide to put on a titillating performance... and really give the distant voyeur something to watch!
Excerpt
He's quite a hunk, my Gavin. Tall, big-built, and yet almost beautiful despite his size, with his sexy boyish face, those seductive eyes, and his crisp, dark hair. When he not obsessed with football, he's really quite a catch. Caring. Attentive. Thoughtful. As well as being intelligent, well informed and lots of fun.
Yeah, you up in the cottage. Take a look at me in my tiny bikini and at my fabulous boyfriend with his smashing body and his great big cock inside his swim trunks.
The more I think about this, the hotter I get, and not just from the sun. Kneeling down on the rug, I snag my bottle of high protection sun lotion and spin off the top. I slop far more than I need into the palms of my hands and then begin to smooth it slowly and luxuriantly over my face, my shoulders and my arms.
I close my eyes and imagine the person up in the cottage watching me, eyes wide open. Whoever they are, they're watching with longing as I caress myself or maybe as Gavin wakes up and starts to help me slather on the sun lotion. As he gets bolder, and slips off my bra top, there's a sigh of approval from the watcher.
It's all so real to me that I suddenly realize I'm wet inside my bikini bottoms and my nipples are standing out like little wine corks and rubbing the inside of the bra cups of my top.
"Oh, to hell with it! I'm going topless."
The towel flies off again. "What about the bloke in the cottage up there?"
The football is forgotten. Or it's half time or something. To my surprise, Gavin's switched off the radio.
"Fuck him! If there
is
a him." I unclip my top and fling it away across our beach rug.
"You'd better get some lotion on those," announces Gavin cheerfully, coming up on his knees and reaching for the sun lotion bottle, "Don't want to burn your gorgeous titties, do we?"
As he straightens again, I notice something else has come up too.
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- for Walk on the Wild Side Books
FORBIDDEN TREASURES
When Alice Porter finds a chest full of vintage curiosa at an antique market, she little realizes how her discovery of the forgotten treasures of an Edwardian disciplinarian will change her life. The sexy hoard includes a punishment ledger and a well used rattan cane, and the bygone items intrigue her husband Julian too. Sharing and experimenting with the writings and the wicked implement, the lovers begin a voyage of forbidden sensuality that shocks and thrills them both, revealing dark secrets from Julian's past and bringing the two of them closer together than they've ever been before.
Excerpt
"Old fashioned methods have a lot to recommend them," her husband went on, still fondling the menacing length of rattan, "What do you think, sweetheart?" He twirled it now, deftly and cleverly, as if the damned thing had been designed specifically for his fingertips.
"I think they probably worked... would work very well." Alice could hardly believe that she was speaking the words. She was effectively sealing her own fate at the hands of this exotic stranger who'd taken the place of her familiar beloved husband. This stern, breathtaking man, both forbidding and temporarily forbidden to her.
"In that case..." Julian nodded significantly, still twirling the cane.
Oh God, it's so hard! So thin! It'll really hurt!
Her eyes locked with Julian's, and they both looked down at the awesome object he was holding. It was such a plain thing yet latent with power.
"Oh no," he said, surprising her by setting the cane to one side, "I think we'll leave this little beauty for another time."
Julian shrugged, and Alice thought she saw a trace of trepidation. Was he unsure? Did he have just the same uncertainty and lack of experience that she did? For a moment, she wondered about her husband's past, and his secret urges that he'd never shared with her thus far. Had he done this before, played these games with a former lover? Or was it
his
first time too? If it was, he was clearly a natural, and she trusted him despite her fluttering fear.
"I think we'll start off with something a little simpler, eh? Come over here," he said, patting his denim-clad knee.
Alice crept across to him, and then paused a foot away, unable to look him in the eye any more. He dazzled her, and at the same time, she felt a whole new persona settling over her too. She hung her head and studied her toes, feeling more penitent than she ever had in her life; a miscreant facing retribution in the full knowledge that she had been sinful enough to deserve it. She shook, and bit back a moan when she felt her husband's hands on the waistband of her jeans, unfastening the button, then whizzing down the zip.
"And I think we'll have a bit less of this sort of thing from now on." With a little shrug of disapproval, he tugged at the jeans, then peeled them down her thighs. They were a snug fit, and they brought her skimpy knickers down with them, making her blush like fire. "I want to see you in pretty, feminine things a bit more often from now on. Skirts, slips, suspenders, nice, soft womanly knickers, lacy thongs... You should be able to afford plenty of new lingerie if you stop buying so much useless rubbish."
Without thinking, Alice clasped her hands over her pubic patch, but in a swift move, Julian snared her wrists and pulled her towards him. "Now, now, no need to be so modest," he said briskly, "You know I've seen all this plenty of times before. Let's have you across my knee, shall we?"
You
have
done this before, haven't you?
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