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If she builds it, will they come? The Journeyman’s Trial by @LisabetSarai #Steampunk #Erotica #Victorian #NewRelease #Giveaway

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The wait is over! The Journeyman’s Trial, Book 2 of Lisabet Sarai’s steam punk erotica saga The Toymaker’s Guild, is available now at all your favorite book stores. Funny, suspenseful, romantic and outrageously sexy!

Blurb

If she builds it, will they come?

Technically brilliant and thoroughly wanton, Gillian Smith has found her vocation: designing innovative erotic devices for the Toymakers Guild. Lust is a lubricant to creativity at Randerley Hall. But what happens when two Toymakers fall in love?

The Guild’s tribe of talented, uninhibited engineers has embraced Gillian as one of their own. Edward Thorne, the perverse genius who founded the Guild, undertakes to train her in the skills she’ll need as a journeyman, from practical mind-reading to transcendental orgasms.

As Gillian labours to impress the charismatic Master, her enigmatic fellow journeyman Rafe both entices and frustrates her. Their passion seems to go beyond mere appetite, but in Randerley’s promiscuous and permissive environment, does love make any sense?

When the Toymakers receive a commission to equip London’s most exclusive brothel with the latest sexual technology, Gillian has the chance to demonstrate her formidable abilities as well as to help Rafe exorcise the demons of his past. She doesn’t realize she’ll be forced to choose between Rafe and her future in the Guild.

If you like intelligent, lusty women and kinky steam punk sex toys, pick up a copy of The Journeyman’s Trial.

The Journeyman’s Trial Buy Links

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Special deal! Get The Pornographer’s Apprentice, The Toymakers Guild Book 1, for only 99 cents during the tour!  Buy links here:

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Rave Reviews for The Toymakers Guild Book 1

There are many more plot points, but I don’t want to spoil your enjoyment of this book. It has varied and steamy sex scenes that will take your breath away, a plucky heroine who doesn’t always come out on top (ahem), but who always prevails in her quest to be accepted as a Toymaker.  ~ Fiona McGier, Goodreads

With thoughtfully written characters, hot sex scenes, and a well-paced and interesting plot, the Toymaker’s Apprentice leaves you asking only one question….when is the next book in the series coming out? ~ The Phantom Tollbooth, Amazon

[A] fast paced, hilarious, and thoroughly entertaining story as Gillian gets intimate with the staff and technology, only to find that there is a plot against the Guild that she takes on to save the day. I can’t wait to read what happens in the next book! ~ Arthur Royo, Amazon

Excerpt  (PG, Holiday-themed)

Christmas at Randerley was a more sedate affair than Gillian had expected, partly because the Master had invited the entire household. As the apprentices and journeymen gathered around the gaily decked tree on Christmas morning, they were joined by Henderson the butler, Mrs Jones from the kitchen, her scullery boy Jim, Pete Murphy, and a compactly built young woman with a crown of ash-blond braids, wearing a grey uniform with a white collar and apron. Gillian had assumed that the steam-powered robots that hurtled up and down Randerley’s corridors handled all the cleaning, but perhaps this girl was responsible for the more complicated aspects of domestic management.

The Master, with his characteristic discernment, noticed Gillian’s curiosity. He gestured at the young and rather pretty stranger. “I gather you’ve not met Emily. She joined us a few weeks ago.”

Given that Gillian had spent the bulk of her time over the last month working in the laboratory, her failure to notice the new maid was not that surprising. She gave the young woman a warm smile. “I’m pleased to meet you, Emily. I’m Gillian Smith.”

Emily’s eyes focused intently on Gillian’s face. After a short pause, she nodded and returned the smile, but not the greeting. Gillian glanced at the Master.

“Emily comes from a village west of here,” he commented. “A childhood fever left her unable to hear, and she’s quite reluctant to speak. However, she can understand what we say by reading our lips.”

A deaf-mute servant! That was certainly convenient for protecting Randerley’s secrets! Gillian’s initial sympathy for the maid quickly transformed into admiration as the girl circulated among the Guild and household members with a tray of eggnog. Emily moved with quiet grace, a self-assured presence that made her a delight to watch. Very likely she knew that she was fortunate to have found work here. Gillian did not doubt that the Master paid her generously.

Rafe sidled up and slipped an arm around Gillian’s waist, distracting her from Emily’s trim figure. He planted a quick, nutmeg-flavoured kiss on her lips, but somewhat to Gillian’s regret did not take further liberties. More quickly than she would have liked, he released her. Slipping his hand into his trousers pocket, he extracted a box about three inches long and half as deep, wrapped in brown paper and tied with green twine.

He offered her the diminutive parcel. “Happy Christmas to you, Jill.”

“Oh, Rafe! That’s very sweet of you, but really, you should not have gone to the trouble.”  Guilty embarrassment made her blush. In fact, she’d been so focused on her work that the question of Christmas gifts had never even entered her mind.

She shifted the package from one hand to the other. It was unexpectedly heavy. What could it be? She hoped he hadn’t spent a lot of money on her. Thankfully, the box was the wrong shape for a ring. Last night she’d told him she loved him. The declaration had been sincere, but still, she couldn’t possibly accept a ring as a gift, given the implications.

“Open it,” he urged.

Gillian glanced around the drawing room. Everyone seemed engrossed in their own conversations, sipping their eggnog and nibbling the gingerbread fingers Mrs. Jones had provided. The Master sat on the chaise near the tree, Amelia at his right hand and Roderick on the left. Both of them half-turned toward him as if to catch some words of wisdom. Jia was ensconced in one of the wingback chairs by the fire, with Ian perched on one arm, Tug on the other, and Archie on the ottoman by her feet. Lucy gestured dramatically as she related some funny story to Pete Murphy and Emily. The groundskeeper chuckled, while the tidy little maid nodded and smiled.

No one was paying any heed to her and Rafe.

With a touch of trepidation, she pulled on the end of the twine. The bow came loose and the paper unfolded, revealing a box of unvarnished wood. She turned it over several times, as Rafe grinned. “What is it?” she asked finally.

“Check the front panel,” he told her. Sure enough, there was a barely visible depression near the bottom edge on one side. She centred her thumb in the dent and pushed away from her. The thin wooden sheet slid upward along a pair of grooves. Nestled in the soft red wool lining was a miniature hourglass.

She extracted the instrument and cradled it in her palm, a bit puzzled. “It’s lovely,” she told him. The sand inside was white as the snow outside. “Thank you.”

“I made it especially for you. Blew the glass and brazed the enclosure.”

“You made it? Oh my!” She examined the item with more care, noting a few minor imperfections that marked it as handmade. A comfortable warmth settled in her chest and her residual guilt evaporated. “Your versatility continues to amaze me, Rafe. But why?”

“I wanted to give you a Christmas gift.”

“No, I mean, why an hourglass?”

Taking the artefact from her, he turned it on its end and placed it on a nearby occasional table. Sand flowed smoothly from the top orb to the bottom through the narrow waist. “To continue your lessons in patience,” he told her, arching an eyebrow. “For instance, I won’t touch you again until all the sand has collected in the bottom.”

Gillian burst into laughter. “That’s hardly a lesson,” she countered. “I doubt it will take more than a minute to empty the top chamber.”

“Well, that depends.” He lifted the device, fiddled with a tiny thumbscrew between the two globes, then set it down again. The flow of sand slowed to the point that it was almost imperceptible. “Now what do you think?” he asked. “Can you wait until the sand runs out?”

Gillian gazed into his dark eyes, full of love and challenge. “You rogue!” She licked her lips. “Can you?”

She yearned to grab him, despite their very public situation. She wanted to drag his mouth to hers and run her hands along his muscled back, down to his firm buttocks. He could tease her, could pretend he’d mastered his own lust, but now she knew better.

About the Author

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, BookBub and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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Magnificent Manlove by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) is Now Available in Audiobook Format! #audio #audiobook #audible #mm #gay #eroticromance #erotica

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Enjoy this audio collection of six tantalising gay erotica tales, in the dulcet tones of the talented Mitchell Pett—now available at Audible, Amazon and Apple Audiobooks.

Blurb:

If you enjoy testosterone-filled tales of men getting it on, then check out this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.

From stranded soldiers to submissive virgins, sexy firemen and second chances to shifters, and even some unexpected ménage, this book has variety galore. There’s something for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.

Enjoy six steamy stories, over 46,000 words of magnificent manlove.

Please note: The stories in this anthology have been previously published.

Available from: https://books2read.com/magnificentmanlove

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

 

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A Taste of Ginger ~ The Cougar Book #Cougar #Giveaway #MFRWAuthor

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Our April Rafflecopter contest is for an autographed (by us) print copy of The Cougar Book, edited by Jolene Du Pré. This spectacular anthology of sexy escapades by cougar women was published ten years ago by Logical Lust Books, and we still have a few print copies available.

We love all the stories in this book, and you will, too. Ours, A Taste of Ginger, is an enticing evening encounter between a mid-life new divorcee and a hot young stud.

The Cougar Book

An incredible night of decadence and sensuality, or New Year’s Eve alone at the bar?

BLURB

Against her better judgment, mid-life divorcee Ginger Nelson lets a co-worker talk her into spending New Year’s Eve at a swing club to celebrate her final divorce decree. When Annette tells Ginger a handsome young man at the bar is checking her out, Ginger wants to run the other way—but Annette abandons her to pursue her own interests, and Ginger must make her choice for the night of a lifetime.

EXCERPT

“There’s a handsome young man checking you out!”

“Where?” Ginger Nelson didn’t dare look around the sweeping bar to where Annette James pointedly stared. It wasn’t Ginger’s idea to come to this swingers club. That was Annette’s doing.

Apparently it was one of Annette’s frequent weekend haunts. Ginger thought she knew her co-worker better than that, but they hadn’t really started doing things together socially until recently, after her divorce. This was why she’d agreed to this crazy idea in the first place. Today marked the final divorce decree. She was a free woman again—at fifty-five.

“Don’t be so uptight,” Annette cautioned. “He’s a hunk, and he’s really looking you over.”

“He’s probably looking at you,” she groused, staring into her wineglass.

Annette giggled. “No way. He doesn’t even know I’m here. You could at least peek at him. That’s why we’re here, to look at the guys.”

“That may be why you’re here.” Ginger groaned. “I know. I know you didn’t force me to come with you tonight. But—but this is different than I expected. The music is too loud. People are making out right by the bar. They’re all so young. And I feel so old.” She tried not to wail.

“Nonsense! You’re overreacting. There are plenty of people here our age. But don’t dismiss the younger guys so quickly.” Annette squeezed her friend’s elbow. “I bet the guy undressing you at the end of the bar doesn’t have a single gray hair on his body.”

Frowning, Ginger cocked her head sideways enough to peer out the corner of her eye and catch a glimpse of the far end of the curved bar. “I don’t see anyone. I only see a guy with a couple girls draped over him.”

“Exactly. And his eyes are on you. Think of the girls as accessories. They’re no competition. Not with you.”

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EXCERPT

When people tell me I seem different now, my stomach clenches for a moment. At those times, there are two things I know: first, that they’re right; second, that even though I am aware of precisely why, I could never explain exactly what happened to make it that way. It was, and still is, an enigma in my life.

I was twenty-one when I met her. Three of my friends and I were standing outside one of the bars we went to all the time when she pulled up in a black Toyota and stopped at the curb right beside us. I glanced over, and her eyes fastened on mine with an expression I couldn’t begin to decipher. It was an expression I would come to know well. It meant that she was seeing me, really seeing me, and she saw something I needed that she knew she could give me.

“You,” she said to me. Her voice was sweet but had an edge of command that made me jump even as she smiled. I moved forward to her open passenger side window and looked down at her.

She nodded at the bar. “You going in there to get laid, sweetheart?” I just stared at her, at a loss for what to say. Behind me, I could hear my tipsy friends shuffling and murmuring.

Her smile grew wider. “Why don’t you come with me instead?” She kept her eyes trained on mine, and I grew no less stupefied as the seconds ticked by. I thought I hadn’t understood her correctly, and I didn’t give the idea that she was serious more than a second’s—an elated second’s—thought. She lowered her voice and made her intentions perfectly clear.

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She’d left little if anything to chance… #MWTease #EroticRomance #MFRWAuthor

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Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

Continuing with our romp through our backlist – this is one of my faves, though it may qualify better as erotica than as erotic romance. Part of a Tarot Deck series of novellas from Extasy Books, this is the Three of Cups, and we decided to let our exotic dancer come full circle. Here’s the opening…

EXCERPT

The sheer shock on the faces of her former college roommates proved more satisfying than Barbra Atkins had even dared hope. Tingling, she blew kisses at the rest of her audience, mainly men but with a nice smattering of women present.

Her fans began chanting Tam-my, Tam-my, Tam-my—her stage name. She stretched to her full height, rising on the toes of her high heels, lifting her long curls off her shoulders, knowing full well how that simple gesture accentuated her breasts. Without checking, she knew her nipples had swollen to nearly twice their normal size and jutted against the sheer peignoir top, suggesting a little mystery. Many of her fans didn’t care about mystery.

Barb blew another series of kisses and rotated her hips. A little mystery fed the fantasies, bringing her customers back for more, encouraging larger tips, and generating more lap dance opportunities than she could fit in between dance numbers.

She’d honed every move of the body, every glint of the eye, every twist of the smile to enhance the fantasy. She’d studied hours and hours of tapes of her routines and had rearranged them with a critical eye. Grinning at a beefy man waving a fist full of bills, she danced confidently toward him, knowing that she’d left little if anything to chance.

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Tarot – Three of Cups: Hot, sexy, tantalizing, steamy—exotic dancer Barbra Atkins has planned such sweet revenge for her former college roommates. What will happen when the party’s over?

Barbra Atkins has spent ten years carefully choreographing every step of her meteoric rise to success on the private club circuit. Now it’s payback time for the two college roommates who didn’t have time for their nerdy classmate ~ add three strapping spectacular hunks to the mix, and revenge can be so sweet!

 

Full Circle (Tarot: Three of Cups)

 

Extasy Books, July 1, 2007

 

Novella: 16,000 words

 

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“He’d love to watch…” #MWTease #MFRWAuthor #EroticRomance

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Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

I really loved this comment from last week: “Here’s to being fired and kissed at the same time!” So we’ll pick right up with the moment where we left off…

EXCERPT

Tia’s lips parted tentatively.

Needing no more invitation than that, Meg leaned into Tia to cover her lips with her own. Tia’s soft moans filled her ears and her heart.

It was Tia who shifted enough to begin exploring Meg’s mouth with her tongue.

Holding back a chuckle, Meg responded in kind. She loved the feel of Tia’s hands roaming over her bare back to clutch her rump. Their loins began grinding in unison, making Meg lose her breath.

And then Tia broke away abruptly. Her eyes had a wild look about them that Meg had never witnessed. With obvious effort, Tia steadied her breath and nodded. She grinned slightly. “Don’t be alarmed. Our time will be soon. But not now. I have other clients to see. Sunday. Will you be available Sunday? I don’t work on Sunday.”

“I’ll be here.” Meg exhaled sharply, trying to regain her footing. “I take it I’m no longer a client.”

Tia shook her head, and her lips twisted into a wide grin. “I thought you fired me.”

“I did.” Meg chuckled, padding across her living room to retrieve her checkbook.

“What about your boyfriend?” Tia asked as Meg wrote out the last check she’d give Tia. “Will he be gone?”

“Don’t worry about Jack. He’d love to watch, but it’s his loss. He has a weekend poker tournament. He probably won’t be around until sometime on Monday.”

Tia nodded. “Good.” She took the check and stuffed it in a small purse.

BLURB

Time off in Vegas with her latest squeeze? Nothing could be better—unless maybe Meg adds another woman, or perhaps another man as well. What happens in Vegas…

Fresh with success from a recent stint in a musical on the Las Vegas Strip, Meghan Keenan takes some time off to play with her current flame, Jack Hawthorne, professional poker player. She’s delighted to add her petite masseuse Tia Minh to the mix and even more thrilled when she learns Tia’s relationship with her boyfriend Tony Sanders is on the skids. It’s the perfect challenge!

Tia has different ideas—she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.

Ever the gambler, Jack catches on to Tia’s game quickly and keeps the ruse going behind Meg’s back. Who knew his heart was up for grabs?

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Vegas Gambler by Adriana Kraft
Meghan’s Playhouse Book 5
Release Date: February 23, 2018
Extasy Books
Isbn 978-1-4874-1333-0
Word count: 26,000
Genre: Erotic Romance, ménage, LGBT
Heat Level: Five flames

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From now through April 15, all our backlist books are on sale 30% off at Extasy Books! This includes books one through four in Meghan’s series, as well as all our Swinging Games and other erotic romance books at Extasy.

 

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Out Now—La Contessa by S. Nano #erotica #bdsm #MFRWAuthor

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Book Blurb

La Contessa

The most decadent city…

The most perverted mistress…

Renowned for her beauty and cruelty, La Contessa’s reputation as a dominatrix is well established. And eighteenth century Venice has degenerated into a decadent and lascivious city, the perfect backdrop for her to play out her debauched games and political ambitions.

She sends her maid, Julia, into the alleyways to search for a young man to act as her slave. Julia finds Roberto prostituting himself in the least salubrious district of Venice. He enters into La Contessa’s service to perform her bizarre and sadistic scenes.

From their first meeting there is a mutual attraction between maid and servant. The young couple engineer a series of sexual encounters, knowing the risks should their mistress discover them. Their situation is complicated when La Contessa rescues Becky and brings her to the palazzo as her submissive girl-slave. The interloper exposes Julia’s jealousies… and the feelings for her mistress.

How long can Roberto and Julia keep their love secret? Will Becky’s presence thwart their relationship? Will La Contessa’s scheming bring her the richest prize in all Venice?

All is resolved before the grand ball and masked, BDSM orgy held by La Contessa in her palazzo as the climax to Venice’s Carnivale.

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EXCERPT

When I’m finally naked, she gets up from her chair and takes a few steps forward, casting her eyes over me. She circles me a few times inspecting me. I’m conscious of the curves of milky flesh close to my body. The feeling is disconcerting but also highly charged and erotic. I feel a surge of arousal through my cock under the concentrated inspection of my new mistress.

She turns to Julia, “You’ve chosen well. He’s an excellent specimen. He has the physique and physical attributes I need. I can see why you were drawn to him. You’ve done well to find such a young man in the alleyways of the Cannaregio. The question is… does he possess the right mental qualities to serve me?”

She walks another circuit as I stand pensively, small and insignificant. A painted fingernail drags down my back causing a tingle of arousal as it runs along the curves of my muscular backside. She comes back to face me, the flesh of her breasts, thrust up by the tight corsetry, heaves under my nose. Her hands explore my torso, brush underneath the sac of my balls and come to rest on the tip of my erect cock. She’s teasing me, testing me. I know it, but there’s nothing I can do to stop the blood surging through my cock.

“Ah, Julia, I see he has rather a beautiful cock. Did you inspect it for me before you chose to bring him back?”

“Yes, madam.”

She runs her finger along its length and my cock twitches and throbs in response. I say nothing.

“Look at it Julia. It’s splendid. I bet you’d like it inside you. I think you’d love to have it in your cunt, moving inside you, filling you, satisfying you, wouldn’t you?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it, madam.”

Julia’s face reddens.

“Oh no, really, it never crossed your mind when you were inspecting him for me… a hot-blooded girl like yourself,” she teases. “I bet he could give you a good fucking. Did you try him Julia? Did you have him inside you?”

“No madam!” is the indignant reply.

We exchange a furtive glance which I swear La Contessa notices. Julia is sweating and shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She looks guilty. I can’t help but think La Contessa knows she’s lying and is toying with her.

“I don’t blame you, girl. I bet he could make you come. I think he could make you squeal in ecstasy when he thrusts inside you. But you know my rules don’t you? You know I don’t permit sex between my servants. You have to save yourself up for me and my perversions, don’t you?”

By now La Contessa’s hand has strayed under Julia’s skirt, seeking out her cunt. Julia lets out a small whimper and groan as La Contessa’s fingers find the spot. She smiles.

“It’s a shame isn’t it? The discipline I impose on those who serve me.”

She removes her fingers from Julia’s cunt and turns her attention to me. She holds them up to my nose.

“Can you smell her cunt juices? I bet you’d love to gorge on them wouldn’t you?”

I squirm in silence.

“Well?”

My discomfort is intense. What do I say? Yes I would of course, but surely that’s not the answer to give.

“No, mistress.”

“Liar!” she accuses, her voice sharp with reprimand. “Yet your cock tells a different story, doesn’t it? Look at it. Well it’s no matter. You will taste them for me.”

She puts her fingers to my mouth and gently, enticingly, runs them along my lips, forcing them to part so she can ease them into my mouth. I suck on her fingers and drink in the salty juices from Julia’s cunt. My cock is throbbing with need, and I swear I could come any second.

She takes the fingers, wet with my saliva and Julia’s juices, out of my mouth and wraps them around my penis. She squeezes my cock tight.

“It’s still hard. So, what is turning you on? Is it my tits, slave?”

I’m in turmoil. I don’t know what to answer. If I say no, is it an insult? If I say yes?

“They’re beautiful, mistress. I’d love to touch them, if I’m permitted.”

Out of the corner of my eye I catch Julia roll her eyes and shake her head. Wrong answer, I suspect.

“For such an impertinence on my personal honour, you must be punished. You see this object; it is an offence to me. It must be aroused only when I need it for my own amusement.”

Author bio

Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy or historical settings drawing on the themes of female domination, BDSM and fetish but often with a seam of quirky humour running through them.

‘La Contessa’ is his third full length novel. ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of the classic Alice stories was published by Xcite Books and ‘Mistress of the Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure was also published by eXcessica. His novellas and short stories have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

He is a regular participant in reading slams at ‘Smut by the Sea’ and similar events in the UK, contributing a workshop ‘Kinking Up the Past’, on getting inspiration for erotic stories in historical settings, in 2015.

Author web site: http://www.slavenano.co.uk/writing

Author facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen

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