New Release! 'Model, Wanted' (BDSM serial)

I have a new release out! Model, Wanted, is the first part in my new serial. I plan to release a new chunk every couple of months so if you'd like a little sample of what's to come, keep reading for a super-sexy excerpt.

'Model, Wanted' is available to buy from Amazon and Smashwords for only $0.99!

Blurb:

Eric Rutherford is a photographer with aspirations. At the top of his game, he creates images for five star hotels and portraits for wealthy families.

But Eric has a dream. He longs to create erotic art. He has an eye for a woman’s beauty, but he doesn’t just want to photograph a woman naked, he also wants to tie her up, and down. He wants to bind rope across her breasts, tight enough that the rope leaves an imprint on her skin. He wants to have her on her knees, with her hands handcuffed to her ankles. He wants to whip her rounded pale bottom with a leather flogger, and then photograph the red stripes.

So his search for his perfect model begins and when an advert brings the beautiful, blonde Anya into his apartment, his one fear is that she’ll say no.

Follow erotic photographer, Eric, and model, Anya’s sexy exploits as they push the boundaries of not only their art, but their relationship. How far will they go to fulfill their sexual and artistic desires?

Excerpt

Back in his apartment, Eric waited for Anya with his nerves on edge. Not only did he have a hundred things he wanted to ask her, he also had something prepared which he hoped she’d want to do.

She walked into his apartment and headed straight to his studio area, not mentioning what had happened earlier. He couldn’t let it go so easily.

“What were you doing at the university today, Anya?”

She turned to him with her innocent smile. “Perhaps I was following you.”

“Really? How did you know where I’d be?”

She shrugged. “I saw a poster in the hall. I’m a student at the college.”

“Is that right?” He didn’t know whether to believe her or not. She was such an enigma. He couldn’t tell when she was being serious.

“Am I not allowed to speak to you outside of this apartment?”

“Yes, of course you can.” She always managed to trip him up. “I just …” Want to know more about you.

He couldn’t say it, not allow her into his life as any more than a subject of his art.

“Good.” She smiled. “So, what do you have planned for me today?”

From his box of tricks, he lifted a length of hemp rope. Her eyes widened, but she nodded and began to undress.

This was his time now. He would take control of her, harness her to his own will.

He bound the rope around her body, first around the narrowest part of her waist, knotting it at her navel. Then he brought one end up, between her breasts and across, to loop over her shoulder and down her slender back, down to her waist. He repeated the motion with the other end of the rope, tying it tight so the ridges dug into her soft, delicate skin. The result was that the rope tightened around each breast individually, squeezing them toward him. Her nipples were rock-hard, crinkled peaks, and he longed to touch them, graze his palm across the hardened nubs. But he did not.

“It’s not hurting you?” he asked.

Her lips were slack, her breathing shallow, but she shook her head. “It’s fine.”

He’d finally managed to affect her, he could tell.

Eric stepped back and lifted his camera, moving around her to snap shots of her bound breasts, stomach, and shoulders. Already, he could see the red marks of the rope and the thought of removing the rope to photograph those marks made him dizzy with anticipation.

But he wasn’t finished yet. He picked up another length. “Can you handle more?” he asked.

“Yes, oh, yes.”

Gently, he reached down and nudged her naked thighs apart. Again, he started with a loop around her waist, knotted, instead, at the base of her spine. This time he headed downward, pulling the rope between her thighs so it pressed between the crack of her buttocks. He looped it back over the length of rope at her navel and pulled tight, the coarse rope pressing between the delicate lips of her cunt, right against her clitoris.

Anya gasped and then exhaled a small, shuddery breath.

“Is this okay?” he asked her again, not wanting to hurt her, but still wanting to take their art to the edge.

She nodded frantically, “Oh, yes.”

Eric continued to wrap the rope around her body, framing her buttocks, encasing her thighs.

“Lie back,” he instructed. “Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told.

Such perfect contrast, the coarse material against the delicate lips of her pussy. The contact against her clit sending the blood rushing to her most sensitive area. The inner lips almost purple with stimulation. He took a number of shots.

“Turn over.”

She rolled onto her stomach.

“Lift your ass in the air.”

Every movement would be creating more friction against her clit. He saw her arousal in the wetness on her pussy lips when she lifted her ass for him, heard it in the moan she tried to stifle against the wooden floor. The rope hid the perfect star of her anus and, for that, he experienced a momentary dip of disappointment, though it didn’t last long. He knew what his next project would be—to capture her sweet little ass. Perhaps she would even allow him to penetrate her with something? He had a slim, silver butt plug that would look stunning as it slipped into that tight little hole, the light glinting off the metal.

Oh, fuck. The idea caused more blood to rush to his cock, his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. Or perhaps his cock would look better in her ass, swelling the spot at her lower back as he held himself deep.

He had to stop now.

“Okay,” he forced himself to say. “I think we’ve done enough for today. You did beautifully.”

She turned her head to look at him. “You’re not going to leave me like this?”

How did she mean, still tied up or ultimately unsatisfied?

“No, of course not.”

He got to his knees beside her, carefully undoing the knots around her middle. With tenderness, he unraveled the rope, revealing the red marks he knew would be imprinted into her skin. The rope fell in a pile beside her and she rolled her shoulders, about to move.

“Wait, just one minute.” He held a hand out, stilling her. “I can’t miss this.”

Eric grabbed his camera again, taking shots of the imprints on her skin, her shoulders, hips and thighs.

She turned her face to him, her eyes locking with his. “Are we done?”

“Yes.”

The air between them buzzed with tension. He wanted to kiss her, but he forced himself to step back, needing to keep control of himself. His life was about control, a strict regime which kept him on track. If he allowed himself to veer to far from it, he didn’t know if he’d find his way back again. Desperate to create perfection, he’d suffered from obsessive behavior about his work when he’d been younger, something that had plunged him into a depression, feeling like he’d never be able to achieve what his heart and soul desired. He’d work every hour, trying to obtain that perfect image, neglecting sleep and food, running himself into the ground.

Would she be his downfall? he wondered. Or his savior?

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'Model, Wanted' is available to buy from Amazon and Smashwords for only $0.99! 

New Release: A Sexy Festive Excerpt

With the leaves turning russet and falling to the ground, it's hard to ignore that the festive season is almost upon us!

I love Christmas and this year I've decided to release a festive, sexy short story especially for the season. 'Christmas Male' now available to buy from Amazon for only $0.99!

Keep reading for the blurb and a little teasing excerpt...

Thirty-two year old divorcee, Erica, is alone on Christmas Eve with only a bottle of Baileys to keep her company. Even worse, she’s still awaiting the delivery of her daughter’s main present – even though her daughter is spending that Christmas with her ex-husband. 

She’s about to give up when the delivery guy arrives. He’s young, smoking hot, and seems to be interested in Erica.

Perhaps she won’t be spending Christmas alone after all...

*** ‘Christmas Male’ is a short story of approximately 5,000 words. It includes scenes of explicit sex, anal play, and some sexy fun with a bottle of Baileys!***

Excerpt:

He focused on her with those piercing, blue eyes and something inside her quivered, tightening her nipples once more and causing her pussy to pulse. Heat rose from her chest, flushing up her throat.

Erica cringed. He must have noticed the effect he had on her. How embarrassing. He’d probably go out later and tell his friends about the middle-aged, horny housewife he had practically coming in her panties.

You’re only thirty-two; hardly middle-aged...

She realized he’d said something and her humiliation deepened. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, sometimes it’s easy to get tired of those parties. Sometimes it’s nice to actually sit down and have a conversation with someone... one-on-one.”

The way he said ‘one on one’ with a deliberate hesitation made her wonder. Was he coming onto her?

“So your daughter isn’t here at the moment?” he enquired.

“She’s at her father’s until tomorrow lunchtime.”

“With your ex-husband?”

“Yes, we alternate Christmases.”

The intensity of his stare deepened, his gaze trailed down her body and back up again, before coming to rest on her face. “I can’t image any guy wanting to give up Christmas with you.”

She wasn’t imaging things. He was definitely flirting with her. Despite the excitement fluttering in her belly, her sensible, parent-head remained on her shoulders. She was a grown-up. She didn’t play games.

Erica sat back. “Listen, I’m not in the habit of getting it on with the delivery guy, I want you to know that. I’m not the type for some young guy to come in for a quick screw so he can go out and brag to all his friends.”

He leaned in closer. Suddenly his lower lip seemed fuller than before, a slight crease down the middle, bite-ably so. What would it feel like to run the tip of my tongue down that crease?

“It’s not like that, Erica,” he said, his eyes searching hers.

“No?” Her voice came out husky. “What is it like?”

“Let me show you.”

He leaned in and hesitated once again, waiting to judge her response. The couple of drinks she’d had gave her some courage. Though her heart pounded and every nerve screamed this was nuts, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she closed the gap.

His mouth pressed against hers, hot and soft. Erica parted her lips, tasting coffee and alcohol as his tongue eagerly delved into her mouth. Fire raced through her and she crawled across the couch, deepening the kiss. Her body seemed to act of its own accord and her thigh stretched across the thickness of his, straddling him.

Erica laced her fingers in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. Their tongues touched and danced, exploring each other’s mouths with sudden hunger.

His hands caressed her body, skimming over the surface of her sweater to cup the weight of her breasts. He squeezed the firm mounds, thumbs grazing her nipples, causing them to harden to a point of pain. Erica arched her back, pressing her tits into his hands. Scott got the message and took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched the nubs hard enough to make her gasp, her pussy clenching in response.

Was this really happening?  

Erica ground down on him like a horny teenager, the ridge beneath his jeans pressing against the thin material of her black pants. The contact fit perfectly between her pussy-lips, and she felt her juices wet the lace of her panties, soaking right down to her pants, and leaving a damp patch. She rocked her hips, the pressure against her swollen clit sending sparks racing up through her core, tightening deep in her uterus. Her fingers slid from the back of his neck, traced down over his broad, hard chest, until they hooked beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

With a slightly awkward movement, she pulled the shirt up over his head, exposing his young, lean body. She paused, drinking him in. Her ex-husband was in his early forties now and had developed a certain thickness to his torso. This guy was pure muscle, as though his skin had been glued straight on.

But he was too good just to look at; the ripped muscle and smooth skin begging to be touched.

Her fingers trailed over his chest, thumb brushing the hardened nub of his nipple. The sensation created a fire in his eyes and it was Scott’s turn to lace his fingers in her hair, bringing her in for another kiss. His hands left her hair, skimming down her back to grab the bottom of her sweater and pull the clothing over her head.

The soft material being tugged over her head forced the kiss to break, but when he discarded her sweater on the floor she didn’t seek out his mouth. Instead, she lowered her lips to his chest, her tongue sneaking out and trailing a wet line down to his nipple. He inhaled and squirmed as her tongue circled the peak, her teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh.

Erica moved lower, sliding from the couch to the floor between his thighs. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and popped the button of his soft, blue jeans. The bulge of his erection created an impressive lump and she wasted no time pulling down the zipper, freeing him.

His cock sprung out to meet her eager mouth; his erection hard, the head smooth and purple. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the salty fluid leaking from the tip. His scent filled her nostrils—no aftershave or deodorant, just the musky and definitive scent of man.

Her mouth engulfed his erection and she stretched her jaw wide around its girth. She swirled her tongue over the head and then sank lower, drawing more of him in, wanting to take him deep. She maintained eye-contact, loving the expression in his eyes as he struggled to control his urge to give in and fuck her face. Instead, he held back with impressive restraint, allowing her to slide her mouth up and down the length of his dick, keeping her lips tight to create friction while sucking with just the right amount of pressure. Her tongue ran down the underside of his shaft as she moved back and forth.

Scott’s hips began to jerk, his cock swelling in her mouth. Not wanting him to come, she gave the base of his erection a firm squeeze and released the suction on him with a wet pop.

“Fuck,” Scott muttered above her, though she didn’t know if the swear word was due to pleasure or frustration....

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Like what you've read? Christmas Male is now available to buy from Amazon for only $0.99!