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S&M Sneak Peek
Scott softly sang along to Heavy Love Affair. Mariana watched from the kitchen table until Scott spotted her. He walked over to her and grabbed her hand. “Let’s dance.”
Mariana quickly swallowed her soybeans. “Dance?
“You know it’s that thing where you put your feet together and sometimes wiggle your butt to the beat?” Scott led her to an open area. He pulled her close and their bodies softly swayed to the mid-tempo beat as the Bose stereo blared out the sound. He was a surprisingly good dancer. He softly gyrated against Mariana and caressed her back. She was becoming aroused again.
Suddenly the music ended and Mariana once again felt uncomfortable. Was Scott just being polite to her? Maybe he just wanted to dance with her, feed her and then kick her out of his house. Maybe Mariana broke a code by sleeping in his bed. Whatever the reason, Mariana was uneasy being in Scott's home. How should she address him? Her boss? Her new boyfriend? Her lover? All of the above?
“Let’s eat,” Scott walked back over to the kitchen and gathered the plates. Mariana sat back down at her seat and waited for Scott, who was watching her facial expressions from the kitchen. “You look serious," Scott commented as he served Mariana her plate, "you should be smiling. You just had sex."
Mariana broke into a half-grin. "I'm content."
"Ooh, content?" Scott sat across from Mariana and placed the napkin on his lap. "That's a new one."
"I'm sure you're well aware of how you performed in bed."
"You know, ever since I read an article about women faking it in bed, I really don't know what to believe." Scott's smile was warm and welcoming.
"Oh, I wasn't faking it." Mariana figured she was going to be sore for at least a week.
"I didn't think you were," Scott winked. He motioned to her food. "It's not going to eat itself. Enjoy."
Mariana took a bite of the lemon chicken. It was orgasmic. A man who knew how to cook and fuck. It was no wonder he hired a maid. For all of Scott’s qualities, he was a slob. “Delicious.”
“Thank you,” he sipped his wine.
“Um…” Mariana didn’t know where to begin. There was something about the first sex session that intrigued her.
Scott smiled. “Don’t be shy.”
Mariana felt so silly. Her blushed cheeks must’ve been a nice shade of embarrassing pink. She wanted to crawl under the table and hide. “That hair-pulling and ass-slapping thing you did? What was that?”
Scott slapped Mariana's ass as punishment for going through his shit. He didn't realize the actions just released Mariana's inner kink. “Did you like it?”
Mariana was embarrassed to say she did. She looked away from Scott and smiled. “Yes.”
“It’s a form of BDSM.” He said it in such a calm manner as if everyone knew about it.
Mariana wasn't familiar with that term.“BD what?”
“BDSM – Bondage, Dominance/Discipline, Submission/Sadist, and Masochism. You know it as S&M but there’s more to it than just rope, whips, and leather. It's a mental thing. You start fucking someone with their mind then you move onto their body.”
“Oh,” Mariana felt her naïveté was in full force. “I like it.”
“You liked it a lot,” Scott's smile had a bit of a smirk in it. Every slap on her ass he gave her, Mariana screamed in pleasure. She was good for his ego.
The next question on Mariana’s tongue was to ask Scott if he could teach her some more but she knew she was crossing a boundary. It was bad enough she fucked her boss and would have to pretend nothing ever happened. She would have to be content with the few hours of bliss they shared.
Mariana quickly swallowed her soybeans. “Dance?
“You know it’s that thing where you put your feet together and sometimes wiggle your butt to the beat?” Scott led her to an open area. He pulled her close and their bodies softly swayed to the mid-tempo beat as the Bose stereo blared out the sound. He was a surprisingly good dancer. He softly gyrated against Mariana and caressed her back. She was becoming aroused again.
Suddenly the music ended and Mariana once again felt uncomfortable. Was Scott just being polite to her? Maybe he just wanted to dance with her, feed her and then kick her out of his house. Maybe Mariana broke a code by sleeping in his bed. Whatever the reason, Mariana was uneasy being in Scott's home. How should she address him? Her boss? Her new boyfriend? Her lover? All of the above?
“Let’s eat,” Scott walked back over to the kitchen and gathered the plates. Mariana sat back down at her seat and waited for Scott, who was watching her facial expressions from the kitchen. “You look serious," Scott commented as he served Mariana her plate, "you should be smiling. You just had sex."
Mariana broke into a half-grin. "I'm content."
"Ooh, content?" Scott sat across from Mariana and placed the napkin on his lap. "That's a new one."
"I'm sure you're well aware of how you performed in bed."
"You know, ever since I read an article about women faking it in bed, I really don't know what to believe." Scott's smile was warm and welcoming.
"Oh, I wasn't faking it." Mariana figured she was going to be sore for at least a week.
"I didn't think you were," Scott winked. He motioned to her food. "It's not going to eat itself. Enjoy."
Mariana took a bite of the lemon chicken. It was orgasmic. A man who knew how to cook and fuck. It was no wonder he hired a maid. For all of Scott’s qualities, he was a slob. “Delicious.”
“Thank you,” he sipped his wine.
“Um…” Mariana didn’t know where to begin. There was something about the first sex session that intrigued her.
Scott smiled. “Don’t be shy.”
Mariana felt so silly. Her blushed cheeks must’ve been a nice shade of embarrassing pink. She wanted to crawl under the table and hide. “That hair-pulling and ass-slapping thing you did? What was that?”
Scott slapped Mariana's ass as punishment for going through his shit. He didn't realize the actions just released Mariana's inner kink. “Did you like it?”
Mariana was embarrassed to say she did. She looked away from Scott and smiled. “Yes.”
“It’s a form of BDSM.” He said it in such a calm manner as if everyone knew about it.
Mariana wasn't familiar with that term.“BD what?”
“BDSM – Bondage, Dominance/Discipline, Submission/Sadist, and Masochism. You know it as S&M but there’s more to it than just rope, whips, and leather. It's a mental thing. You start fucking someone with their mind then you move onto their body.”
“Oh,” Mariana felt her naïveté was in full force. “I like it.”
“You liked it a lot,” Scott's smile had a bit of a smirk in it. Every slap on her ass he gave her, Mariana screamed in pleasure. She was good for his ego.
The next question on Mariana’s tongue was to ask Scott if he could teach her some more but she knew she was crossing a boundary. It was bad enough she fucked her boss and would have to pretend nothing ever happened. She would have to be content with the few hours of bliss they shared.
Some call me a workaholic...maybe that's not entirely false.
I have a goal this year on how many titles I want to put out. I'm not saying the number for fear you, the reader, might expect me to hit that number and me, the author, will fail to live up to expectations.
The number is doable. I just need to buckle down and get to it.
The great news is that not all of the stories are of the erotica nature. I do love to write erotica but it's not my main thing. I'm more into romance and storytelling. I like a romance title that just happens to have some really good sexually explicit scenes in them. Boy meets Girl, Boy fucks Girl, Boy gets off and Girl wonders what the hell just happened here because she could've had a V-8 is so played out.
You want emotion and intensity. You want passion, you want the visualization, you want the 'will they or won't they and if they do, how will they?' type of story. If you just wanted to get your jollies off, you wouldn't be reading any of my titles. Well, maybe you would.
S&M will be on sale this week. An announcement will be made when it finally goes on sale. I've decided on a price. I'm not telling you; you'll just see it. It's affordable. In fact, it's like a song on iTunes affordable. Well, maybe.
And there you have it,
-V.
The number is doable. I just need to buckle down and get to it.
The great news is that not all of the stories are of the erotica nature. I do love to write erotica but it's not my main thing. I'm more into romance and storytelling. I like a romance title that just happens to have some really good sexually explicit scenes in them. Boy meets Girl, Boy fucks Girl, Boy gets off and Girl wonders what the hell just happened here because she could've had a V-8 is so played out.
You want emotion and intensity. You want passion, you want the visualization, you want the 'will they or won't they and if they do, how will they?' type of story. If you just wanted to get your jollies off, you wouldn't be reading any of my titles. Well, maybe you would.
S&M will be on sale this week. An announcement will be made when it finally goes on sale. I've decided on a price. I'm not telling you; you'll just see it. It's affordable. In fact, it's like a song on iTunes affordable. Well, maybe.
And there you have it,
-V.
