Today we’re thrilled to welcome Jaz Hartfield, author of the latest release in the super-hot “One Night In…” series. Get ready for some sizzle in Amsterdam!
One Night in Amsterdam by Jaz Hartfield
One Night in Amsterdam follows a stag and a hen party as the different individuals explore the city’s Red-Light District. The characters experience the hedonism full on, with most of them embracing the madness offered by the tolerant laws. They get increasingly drunk on both the lager they are consuming, and on the extremes of pleasure offered round every corner. I visited Amsterdam on a stag weekend a little while ago, and have tried to make the setting an integral part of the story. Many visitors feel out of their comfort zone here and react in bizarre ways. Walking around the streets filled with prostitutes and sex shows forces you to consider your own values and priorities. Dean and Chloe, in particular, have their past, “safe” lives thrown into turmoil.
I began to wonder if romance could occur in such a place of debauchery, and that is the beginning of One Night in Amsterdam. In terms of romance, the book also questions where love and lust overlap. It’s an age old question, but here is a modern version of that narrative.
I wrote the novel, putting in what I thought was lots of hot and explicit sex, only to be told by my editor that it needed much more! So here it is. Will you be brave enough to spend One (Hot) Night in Amsterdam?
Chloe organizes Jo’s hen weekend in Amsterdam, glad to get away from the usual boring or married men that she sleeps with. Perhaps she’ll meet some cool guys up for a bit of fun. If not, at least she’ll make sure her best friend gets very drunk while they all party in style.
Dean is getting married to Tamsin, but having serious doubts. His mates take him to Amsterdam for one last weekend of debauchery before settling down for the rest of his life. But is Tamsin the right woman for him?
When Chloe and Dean meet in Amsterdam’s red-light district, they are immediately attracted to each other. Dean tries to justify one last fling before marrying Tamsin. Chloe feels bad about having sex with someone else’s intended. Yet, a night of amazing sex is exactly what both of them want. So, why shouldn’t they just enjoy one night of fantastic, guilt-free sex?
Tamsin turned to Dean and smiled. “We’re getting married in a month’s time and I want our wedding to be perfect.”
“It will be, Tams.”
“I want the first night to be special, too. Something to remember. So I thought we should stop having sex until then, so our first night together as husband and wife would be lovely and…special. Otherwise it’ll just be like any other night.”
Dean felt deflated. It seemed a reasonable request; that was the worst of it.
“You could’ve warned me sooner before I worked myself into a frenzy.”
“You’re not always easy to talk to.” Tamsin stood up, unzipped her onesie and stepped out of it completely naked. Dean gazed at her.
“Now that’s just not fair.” His voice became whiny. “Are you saying from this very second now, we can’t have sex until we’re married?”
Tamsin grabbed her nightie and put it on.
There was no way Dean was giving in now. He scrambled across the bed to her and pulled the nightie off her.
“I can’t help it if I’m marrying the most beautiful woman on the planet. Don’t do this to me. One last request from a man who’s dying on the inside. Last time tonight. At least agree to finish me off. Pleeease?”
Tamsin’s lips broke into a smile as he pulled her towards him. When she kissed him willingly and pawed him urgently, Dean had to resist the temptation to punch the air. He’d worked his old magic again.
It would be important to warm her up, to get the best out of this session, especially if he wouldn’t be getting any for a month. A month! He wasn’t sure he’d survive.
Dean nibbled her nipples. Then his tongue greedily found its way to her vulva and, parting the soft, fleshy lips of her labia, he went straight to her clitoris and flicked it in different directions, causing her back to arch several times. Placing four fingers over her mound, he moved his hand quickly side-to-side, exactly as she liked it. This provoked an excited response, so he kept it going for a while. When she opened her eyes, he shifted position and pushed two fingers inside her warm, wet vagina. He knew from the sounds she gave that she was in ecstasy, and he happily continued until she motioned for him to stop.
Then she pushed him onto his back and he watched her breasts bouncing and moving like bubbles in a fluid. Tamsin kissed his balls and licked the full length of his erect member, before gripping the tip of it between her teeth. Close to explosion, he wondered what pleasure she had in store for him tonight.
She moved back slightly and, lying on her side, gripped his hard shaft tightly and began to slowly push the outer skin up and down, causing his testicles to bulge. When she licked the tip, his pleasure was immense and he had just enough strength to hold himself back for a few more moments.
God, this is amazing. Phenomenal.
Closing his eyes, his wayward thoughts drifted to Belinda from his office holding him in her fist. She was about twelve years older than him, but always wore low necklines and tight trousers, and he’d often wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone more experienced than himself. In his mind, Belinda was gripping him more and more tightly, enclosing him in her soft mouth, welcoming him into her.
Warmth and the pleasure started to envelop and gush inside him.
Lovely. Wonderful. Fantastic!
Just before the explosion, Belinda disappeared and he remembered Tamsin. He clambered on top of her and easily entered her. His movements were long and slow, before speeding into an unstoppable urgency. Every thrust got deeper and more insistent. His lust became relentless. It had to be expressed and complete.
As he closed his eyes again, he imagined himself making love to Jade, this time. He came inside Jade and watched her beautiful face as she gasped with utter fulfilment. All he could see in the epicentre of his orgasm was Jade’s pretty smile, her wiggling, flirty arse in her short skirt, her mischievous grin and large brown eyes.
Take me all, Jade! Let me come inside you!
Shit! He hadn’t said that out loud had he?
It had been happening more and more when having sex with Tamsin. Imagining himself having sex with her younger sister had become a difficult habit to break. Did this make him a bad man? Jade had suddenly blossomed into this eighteen year old sex bomb, a younger version of Tamsin. She’d even started flirting with him, which drove him crazy with lust. But what did this mean? Did he still love Tamsin? The last time Jade stayed over she’d walked about in her red bra and panties, driving Dean insane. What was worse – she knew it too.
Was this normal?
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Jaz Hartfield is a writer and actor who loves travelling. He’s always looking for his next thrill, having tried bungee-jumping, parachuting, white-water rafting, pot-holing and deep sea diving. Jaz has lived in many different places; his favourite parts of the world include New Zealand, Kenya, Ireland and the Lake District in England. Having been on a stag weekend in Amsterdam, Jaz is unwilling to admit whether this story has elements of the truth in it or not.
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