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Mid Week Tease. Toy Boy. #MWTease

Mid Week Tease time again. If you're in the UK like me and the dull, rainy weather is getting you down then here's a few lines to transport you to sunny Greece.Though at this particular point in the book Kay has retreated to a dimly lit bar after the shock of discovering that Sullivan, the man she's been having an online affair with, is considerably younger than she expected. Unfortunately now she's attracted the attention of a man she wouldn't touch with a barge pole! Will Sullivan come to the rescue?



“You are English,” he said. “Tell me where you are from, if not your name.”Not a chance. “I’m sorry, but could you move your chair? I’m leaving now.”“No.” He shook his head. “You stay, talk to me.” He leaned forward, and his nostrils flared, as though breathing in my perfume. “I want pretty lady to talk to.”A wave of panic went through me. He had actually refused to move and let me leave.“I like you,” he said, “and I can tell you like me. Maybe we do some little jiggy, jiggy together later.” He rested his hand on my arm and squeezed. “I show you a good time.”“I think not,” I said firmly and pulled from his touch. “I—”The sound of chair legs scraping on the floor and the bang of my unwelcome visitor’s body slamming into brickwork echoed around the bar. I looked up.Sullivan loomed next to the table. He had Juan pinned against the wall—one hand gripping his right arm, the other around his neck.“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Sullivan shouted.“Get...off,” Juan gasped, wriggling.“You gotta be kidding me, asshole.” Sullivan pushed into him harder, the muscles of his naked upper torso tensing and swelling.Juan grunted and tried to shove at Sullivan.I grabbed my wobbling wine glass, stood, then stepped farther into the corner, away from their grappling bodies. My heart was thumping wildly and my mouth was dry.The other men in the bar had turned to witness the spectacle.“I asked you what the hell you’re doing,” Sullivan said harshly. “Tell me.”“What is it...to you?” Juan said, grabbing Sullivan’s forearm with his free hand and attempting to remove the grip on his neck.Sullivan didn’t move his arm. Instead, he rammed his knee against Juan’s thigh and clamped him even harder against the wall.Juan gritted his teeth and anger shone in his eyes. “Get...off...me.”“I’ll let you go if you’re going to get outta here.” Sullivan’s biceps bulged. He was bigger than Juan, and his flawless skin shone, even in the shadows, with a slight film of sweat.“No... Argh!” Juan went silent.Sullivan appeared to have cut off Juan’s oxygen supply.“Sullivan,” I said. “Please, stop.” I didn’t like Juan, but I didn’t want to be the cause of a murder.“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen, asshole,” Sullivan said, slowly, calmly, like he had all the time in the world. “You’re going to walk outta here, far away, and I’m never going to see you again.”Juan had both of his hands clamped around Sullivan’s thick wrist. He appeared to be tugging but with no effect. He nodded, slightly. His cheeks were reddening, and his eyes were so wide I could see all the whites.“Good,” Sullivan went on, “because if I do see you again, that beer of yours will be down your throat, and it will still be in the goddamn bottle as I ram it past your tonsils. You hear me?”Juan nodded again, as best he could around Sullivan’s death grip.Suddenly, Sullivan stepped backward, nudging the table out of the way and putting himself between me and Juan.Juan fell forward, latched his hands around his throat and dragged in a deep breath.Sullivan was also breathing fast. I could make out his ribs expanding and contracting beneath his skin. His swim shorts had ridden down, exposing the small dimples in his lower back and the first hint of his buttocks where the skin was paler.“What is happening?” The barman rushed over, hands up, fingers spread wide. “No fight here.”“It’s okay,” Sullivan said. “Your troublemaker is leaving.”“Good,” the barman glanced at me. “What happened?”“He is crazy American,” Juan said, edging away toward the men playing cards.“I only get crazy if you hit on my woman,” Sullivan said.His woman?

Toy Boy is available from all good ebook retailers including Amazon. 

Dark Warrior

You can read the first chapter of Dark Warrior, my MM erotic romance set in Kenya, for FREE on DRB Presents 1st Chapters...

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While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep. 

Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik. 
Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he? 
No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night. 
Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them. 
Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.

READ FIRST CHAPTER HERE
Available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers including Pride Publishing.

Masturbation Monday

Oh, yum, it's Masturbation Monday again! Here is a super hot masturbation scene taken from my GBLT novel Dark Warrior. Dr Leo is  fantasising about Malik, the sexy tribal man who has seriously captured his attention.


Leo shoved at his combats then dropped them on the end of the bed. He glanced at the window, checked the curtains were drawn tight then slipped out of his boxers.The tip of his cock tapped just below his navel as he grabbed a wad of tissue from his travel bag. The ache, the need for more was dragging his abdominal muscles tight, as though a string was pulling from his balls to his arse and back round again.He quickly settled the net around himself—he didn’t want insect distraction—and gripped his cock.“Ah, yeah,” he muttered. He was rock-solid. Too many rampant thoughts had been blustering through his mind. His shaft was sensitive and greedy, his slit already held the first drip of moisture.He flopped his knees open and dropped back on the pillow. He let out a sigh but it was a tense stutter as he massaged up to his glans and ringed his fingers around the tip.An image of Malik hovered before him—his hot, strong body working at the block, sawing, hammering, building up a sweat. The image was erotic in the extreme, not least because Leo was imagining Malik naked. Absolutely naked. Every muscle shimmying beneath the surface of his skin—his back, his arse, his thick thighs all beautifully defined— the perfect male.Leo dragged his hand to his root. His hips twitched upward for more of his own touch. For a moment he wished he’d brought his butt plug for times like this, but he hadn’t, he couldn’t risk it getting hunted out by Kenyan customs. But still, a man had needs.“Mmm...” he moaned. With his free hand, he skimmed his fingers over his arsehole. It trembled and the vibrations from his muscles tapped right through his pelvis.Again he tugged his cock upward. He was almost brutal in his tight hold. He shut his eyes, drew his legs up and quickly spat on his left index and middle finger.It was no good. He needed both.He set up a steady pace with his right hand, treating his dick to just the speed and pressure he liked. Although his eyes were shut, the flickering candlelight played on the insides of his eyelids, blood red with shadows twirling this way and that.He tensed then relaxed his buttocks. He had to curl his spine forward a little to reach his hole. He poked one wet finger inside, teasing himself with the slowness of the entry. He then added another, stretching his sphincter wide, wider and some more, loving the burn that combined with his already aroused state.On and on he masturbated, yet now he’d also found his prostate. His belly was a row of bricks. It was getting harder to breathe. It felt so damn good, so fucking awesome to be grinding against that gland, getting it going from the front and the back.“Ahh...” he breathed.He was in control. He wanted to come now, hard and fast. He also wanted to delay the moment and think about Malik for just a few more seconds—think about Malik and not Hans. Hans needed replacing, if only in his fantasies.He saw Malik in a wide, clear river. He was walking out of it, not a scrap of clothing on and a great big cock jutting from pubic hair that was as tight and wiry as that on his head. The water was running in streams down his body, carving its way over delineated muscles and skin as smooth and hard as granite.Leo imagined Malik walking up to him, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him fiercely. It was a kiss that screamed passion, demanded satisfaction and had not an ounce of patience in it.Leo pushed higher into his arse, pulled out then fucked himself with his fingers. He was imagining they were a stubby little cock banging in and out. He wasn’t gentle, and he’d no doubt feel it tomorrow when he clenched, but that was the fun of it. Leo liked it rough, whether he was alone or with a partner. He liked it slow and gentle, too, but it was wild passion that really stole the show for him and he enjoyed that moment of losing it.The bed creaked. He gasped, opened his eyes and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer. The sound of skin-on-skin, the friction of his arm on his belly heated him, sent him higher. The candle flame shivered, agitating the dull shadows that stretched over his body.Eventually he had to give in to it. The first ropes of cum shot from his balls, raced up his shaft and landed wetly on his abdomen.He hissed, gritted his teeth and kept up his assault on his body. There was more, and it was coming.“Ah, yeah...” The next powerful pulse-wave of cum was as wonderful as the first.His arsehole spasmed around his fingers. He rammed into his prostate harder. It was good, so good.“M...” The word Malik formed on his lips but he clamped his mouth shut. He wouldn’t go that far. Couldn’t. It was shameful enough wanking off with the image of a straight, married man as his fantasy fodder, he wouldn’t gasp his name too.


Dark Warrior is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers. Find out more here.

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, here's a smooch from newly married couple  Siyàra and Damon, the stars of my Bollywood novella, The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.


“I mean Sir, yes, yes, Sir, please. That feels so good.”“I’m not doing it for your pleasure, I am doing it because I want to. You are mine.”I felt suitably scolded and slipped back into role. “Yes, Sir, I am yours, please, do to me whatever you want.”He grinned, and his face softened. Next thing I knew, his entire mouth surrounded my nipple and he was feeding the flesh of my breast in deeper with his hand. I arched my back at the extreme pleasure, and my breath froze in my chest. He’d barely kissed my lips, and here he was suckling on my breast. It felt amazing, hot and wet, tight and sexy.“Ah, your skin is like honey,” he whispered, pressing his weight over me.I murmured encouragement and ran my hands through his silken hair. He switched breasts and the other was treated to the same, luscious caress.Just as I thought I would climax from the stimulation of his tongue alone on my nipples, he kissed his way down my belly.“Lose these,” he said, touching the elastic at the waist of my panties. “I want you as naked as the day you were born. You cannot hide any part of yourself from me, Siyàra.”I was so beyond feeling embarrassed about being naked in front of a man that the notion was like some distant galaxy in the universe, the light so far away its distance was inconceivable. Panting, I wriggled from panties so carefully chosen for the day and kicked them aside, instantly forgotten.Damon smiled and rubbed his chin, studying my dark, feminine hair as if considering the situation. “Now if I was a gambling man, which I’m not, I would bet that you knew exactly what the gift I sent last night was for.” He looked at me expectantly. “Yes, Sir.” My legs were trembling. I was grateful I was lying down.He trailed the back of his finger over my stomach, circled my navel then fluffed over my pubic hair. “I would also bet, judging by a few poorly concealed gasps and a blush to your cheeks, that you’ve been trying to hide the fact that deep inside your perfect little chut a storm has been raging all day long.”I opened my mouth to speak but he quickly pressed his finger to my lips.“No, don’t tell me, I want to find out for myself if I’ve been right.”He shimmied down the bed, lay between my legs and shouldered apart my thighs. For a few tormented heartbeats he just stared at my pussy, at the damp, pink folds and the little white loop of string nestled against my flesh. I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut.“Yes, I was right. You have been a very good bride to accept this gift so graciously.”“Yes, Sir,” I managed, tensing my splayed legs against his shoulders.His thumbs traced the tops of my thighs before dipping into the folds of my sex. I didn’t know whether to push down for more or squirm away from the light torment. I ended up rocking my whole pelvis.“Keep still.” He placed a hand over my mound, pressing down and somehow increasing the stimulation inside me all the more.“Ah, ah,” I panted.He continued to explore me with his fingers. “You are so wet. You enjoyed sucking my lavDa, didn’t you?”“Yes, Sir, I wanted to give you pleasure.”He gave a small huff. “That is your job in the bedroom.”“Yes, Sir. Oh...”He’d found my clit and teased it from its hood. Pulses of sensation were rippling to every corner of my being, and the balls, as he touched my clit, seemed bigger than ever. As if they were rolling inside me.“You want me down here, don’t you?” His hot breath washed over my nub, which jutted forwards for his touch.“Yes, very much, Sir, please.”“Well, first we must make room for me, don’t you agree?”I guessed it was a rhetorical question because at that moment the balls began to tug within me. He was pulling at the string and drawing them down my tormented channel.I bucked upwards, searching for pressure on my sweetest spots inside and out. “Oh, please,” I said. “Please, now.”“Not until I say.” His voice was sharp, as if he were running out of patience. “And it’s not time yet.”With a soft popping sensation, the balls slipped from me. I groaned and twisted my head on the pillow. It was a relief they were out, but I missed them like I would miss a limb. Glancing down, I saw him lean forwards, extending his tongue the same way he had for honey and yogurt, the tip pointed and angled. In a sudden flurry of movement, he drew a circle around my clit.“Oh, yes, yes.” I stretched my legs wider and fisted the sheets. This was beyond my wildest fantasies of what I thought tonight would include. He lowered his tongue to my slit, dipping into my hot, aroused pussy. The feeling was blissful, sinfully blissful, and I groaned as he supped at my juice, my arousal, then explored my labia with his tongue, licking, then nibbling with lips and teeth.“Please, my...” I begged, wanting him to lick my clit again.He ignored me and instead carried on devouring my sex, leaving no fold undiscovered with his nimble tongue. When he slid it along the smooth stretch of skin between my pussy and my anus, I thrashed my head and called out incoherently. The depravity, the ecstasy of him loving me there, left me devoid of words and thought.He flicked his naughty tongue back to my clit, circling it then suckling. I jabbed my hands into his hair—I was getting ready to orgasm, on his mouth, his tongue. Another second and I would soar. “Oh, don’t stop.”He stopped. He raised his head and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. “Do not give me instructions unless you want a spanking.” He loomed above me, hands on either side of my face and his hard cock nudging at my entrance.I wanted to cry. All day long I’d been searching for release.“Do you want a spanking, my bride?”

Read the all of Damon and Siyara's sexy story by purchasing from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers.

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #BDSM #FSOG #erotica

Welcome to Saturday Spankings - this week a few from my Bollywood inspired BDSM story The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita and the spanking implement of choice is a spiked hairbrush.





Again he brought the brush down, this time on the opposite buttock. I clamped my pussy around his fingers and became aware of the toned muscle on the thigh over which I was bent. Granite-hard tendon was exerting a strong, steady pressure on my clit. “Three,” I groaned, shoving my bum up for more at the same time as wriggling away from what I knew was coming. “You are turning such a pretty pink,” he said, smoothing over my stinging flesh. “Already.” The brush hit again. “Four,” I gasped, as my clit rubbed harder against his leg and delicious pain seared my skin. He spanked me again. With extra strength, this time. My whole body jerked, my spine arching and my toes curling. I yelped, then, “Oh, Sir, please, no more. I can’t take it.”“Count.”
“F-five.”He rewarded me by beginning a stronger circular motion over my G-spot. I gasped and pressed down for more. The climb to orgasm was building fast, my skin feverish and prickling. No longer perturbed by my position over his knee, I squirmed shamelessly, wanting every feeling he could give me, his thigh on my clit, his fingers in my pussy and the sharp slap of the brush.“Six,” I squealed, jolting violently. That had been the spiked teeth, the nail-sharp sensation a hot flush over already burning skin. “Ah, yes, you may come, my wife, come to show me you understand your punishment.” 

Grab your copy of The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers then enjoy the other spanks on Saturday Spankings.

My Sexy Girlfriend ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS109

Welcome to another My Sexy Saturday! This week the theme is sexy girlfriends so here's a few from Sexy as Hell (a boxed set containing three novels, The Novice, The Player, The Vixen and three spin-off stories about secondary characters). Zara is one hell of a girlfriend and she certainly gets gorgeous Victor ties up in knots! (Please note The Novice was previously titled The Virgin but had to be changed after an issue with Amazon, I also co-wrote Sexy as Hell with my great pal Natalie Dae)

Back Cover Information
Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. 
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar. 
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins. 
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs… 
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge. 

Excerpt
“Lick my cunt,” I said.I wondered what Victor saw, standing there fully dressed as he was against my bedroom wall. A woman sprawled out on the bed, naked, her fingers spreading her slit apart, or me, Zara Watson, the girl he’d picked up in a coffee shop after work? Or so he’d like to think. I’d picked him up, but I wasn’t about to let him in on how. It had been easy, making him believe he had the gift of the gab, what it took to successfully snare a woman, but in reality I’d orchestrated every move. I doubted his ego could take the truth.“What?” he asked, dark eyebrows going up, eyes widening.So he wasn’t as sophisticated as he’d made out. In my experience, they were all the same. Confident and all-knowing until someone like me threw them. Came out with a simple statement that had them reeling. No idea how to claw back their self-assured air without a pause to take in what had been said. The shock of it was usually too much. Hang on, lady, you’re not meant to be saying things like that to me. It should be the other way around. I ought to be shocking you.“You heard me,” I said, holding back a smirk. “So?”He remained where he stood, more was the pity, and smiled, a tactic I’d seen so many times before. I‘d bet his mind was swirling, him trying to think what he could say that would get him back on top. I only wished he would get on top, or at least do something that would live up to the promise of his sexy words in the coffee shop. I sighed. All mouth and no trousers, that one. Shame he still had his trousers on. Black ones that matched his shirt. A grey silk tie that could be taken two ways— he was either a stuffy prig or had no choice but to wear it for his profession. And he’d told me all about that. An architect, don’t you know, well paid and with a flashy car that he’d wasted no time in describing to me. As though a hunk of metal was of interest. The only hunk I was interested in was him, and the way things were going, I wouldn’t be getting my mitts on him as quickly as I’d envisaged. Shame, because he was a great-looking guy and I wouldn’t be surprised if his body matched the aesthetic appeal of his face.“A bit forward, aren’t you?” he said, rubbing the cute, vertical dink he had in his chin.“Is that a problem?” I leant back, bracing myself on my hands. My breasts didn’t move. Pert things, they’d brought many a man to his knees. A pity this one wasn’t on them between my legs now, supping the cunt I’d so graciously offered.“Well...” He frowned, seemingly at a loss on what to say.“Well what?” I smiled inwardly. Talk about getting to him. I could almost see him trying to hold in a squirm.“You...you didn’t seem this type when we met.”


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Praise for Sexy as Hell 
Long and Short Reviews - 5* - An amazing trilogy, I’d recommend this series to anyone wanting a deeply complex, incredibly intense read. These authors write everything with style, care and such talent I’m pleased to have these additions on my shelves and know I’ll read them again in the future. Not a comfortable book (or series), this nevertheless balances perfectly between too much and not quite enough. I can’t imagine anyone reading it and not wanting more, so amazing is the mix of characters, plot, kink and emotion. A marvelous read that took me to dizzying highs and terrifying lows and a series I can strongly recommend to everyone willing to step on board for the ride of a lifetime. 
EFA - If you’re looking for a bit of light slap-and-tickle, this isn’t it...If you’re looking for some superbly well-written and dark BDSM erotica, you should check out Sexy as Hell. You won’t forget it in a hurry. 
Reader reviews 
" I absolutely loved this book, it was by far better than the 50 Shades of Grey." 
" I cannot express just how much this story touched me. I've read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites and I have recommended them to everyone I know."
"This writing duo both got me vested in the characters and made me think. They made me curious, and made me question. What they made me question is for me, just as it will be for other readers, it will be personal to them. I cannot wait to find out where Victor and Zara end up. I also want to read more from these authors! Enjoy this trek thru the psyche of not one but two main characters in this trilogy!" 
"The best erotic trilogy I have ever read! FSOG and Crossfire series have nothing on these books. If you like your books a bit edgier then you should read these. I could not put them down! Lots and lots of hotness but also a love story. I loved the style of writing, seen from both characters emotions. All I can say is read and enjoy!" 

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Pre-Order Over the Knee Now!

Spanking Anthology Available for Pre-Order from the Publisher.


I’m delighted to announce that you can now pre-order the upcoming Over the Knee anthology from Totally Bound Publishing. This is a super-hot spanking-themed anthology which contains my story, Spicing it Up. It also contains tales from Ashe Barker, Lucy Felthouse, Katy Swann, Wendi Zwaduk and Dolly Watt.
General release date is 20th October. Those purchasing direct from the publisher website can download their copy on the 22nd September. Pre-order now to be the first to enjoy this steamy anthology.

FREE - Tease to Please

FREE ebook packed full of sexy excerpts to tempt and delight you!

Grab your copy of Tease to Please today and enjoy sampling the voices of 50 of the world's hottest authors as they showcase their wares. Please note these are excerpts, not complete stories though many of the scenes are perfectly satisfying in their own right!
I have a raunchy bedroom scene from In Expert Hands nestled in these pages!

And if you enjoy meeting Kane and Imogen then grab their full length novel on Amazon and read the full story of In Expert Hands.

Tease to Please is available from 
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Royal Britannia

Congratulations to HRH Queen Elizabeth II who this week becomes the longest reigning British monarch - now that's what I call girl power!

I've admired Buckingham Palace many times - from the outside, I don't think I'll be getting an invite for tea anytime soon - and it's truly spectacular. I love a bit of pomp and ceremony too and Royal Weddings and Royal babies always grab my attention.

If you're in the  mood for a bit of British sexiness here are some of my books that are based in these fair isles that I know and love.















I hope you enjoy these sexy stories, just click on the covers for more information and the Amazon purchase page  - though most are available from many other retailers.

Lily x

Masturbation Monday - Burning Rubber #MasturbationMonday

It's that time of the week again! Masturbation Monday. Here's a sexy snippet from my MC story Burning Rubber.

I’d tried conventional boyfriends, smart and with good jobs. They’d bored me stupid. I’d gone out with bad boys too, and more mechanics than I could count. None had held my attention for long. They all lacked that certain...something.That something Gid had in buckets.“Jesus...” I muttered, grabbing a meal-for-one from the refrigerator then shoving it into the microwave. “He’s just a bad boy blow-in with come-fuck-me eyes and ink that I’d like to explore with the tip of my tongue.” I jabbed five minutes onto the control pad and hit Start.Were his arms the only part of him decorated or did he have more tattoos? On his chest? His belly, up those wide thighs of his?I went into the living room and shut the curtains then did the same in Nan’s room, even though she wasn’t there to benefit. Habit, I guessed.I wandered into my room, turned on the light, shut the curtains then shucked off my clothes. I pinned my hair up on top of my head and turned on the shower.It always took several minutes of scrubbing to get the oil and grease from my hands, and today I had a particularly unattractive slick over my chin and cheek.Great, just when I’d seen the cutest guy for months or like...ever.I huffed and held my face to the stream of water. Who was I kidding? Cute was not a word to describe Gid, leader of the Wild Angels and a Harley-Davidson fanatic. He was rough, crude, rude and full of his own self-importance—he was most definitely not cute.I lathered my breasts then between my legs. My pussy was moist. There was an ache at my entrance, a need, a want.I slid my finger in, first one then two, and let the heel of my hand press against my clit. Fuck, it had been so long since I’d had cock—good hard cock to get off on.Gid’s cock would likely be as big and hard as the rest of him. Probably tattooed too. Did he have a woman amongst those bikers? Several, I should think. Would he be a gentle lover or a take-what-he-needed man?Where were all these thoughts coming from? It was like my brain wasn’t my own. But fuck it, it had been a while since I’d had any fantasy material. I gripped the side of the shower wall and began to fuck myself, as though my fingers were a short, stubby cock. My clit was swelling, peeking out of its hood and greedily absorbing the pressure of my hand.Shutting my eyes, I enjoyed the build up to a self-administered orgasm. One that I knew was a sure thing and would be satisfying, if not earth-shattering.Again Gid’s image hovered before me. My mind and body were determined to get off on the biker who’d rolled onto my forecourt and into my fantasies.Fantasies were fine. Everyone had fantasies.I upped the pace, buckled my knees and ignored the fact that my arm was starting to ache. Damn, I’d like to ride him, ride him on his bike. Sit astride it and let myself come all over the damn thing. Feel his huge rough hands on my breasts, his cock jabbing into me, and his mouth—his smart, sexy mouth—latching onto mine, his tongue probing deep.“Ah, yeah.” I came. A delicious, juicy orgasm that was swift and efficient and sent trembles across my skin. I panted through it, not letting up on my ministrations and taking all the pleasure I could.I hung my head low. My hair clung to my cheeks and fell in wet, curled tendrils toward the base of the shower. I stilled my hand but kept it nestled high so that my spasming pussy had something to grip onto.Gid. Damn it. If just thinking about him when I was masturbating stole my breath and nearly took my legs from under me, what would he be like to fuck for real?Well, I’d never know. I was a small town mechanic girl and he was so different from me he might as well be from another planet. It would never happen.


Burning Rubber is available from the publisher, Amazon and all other good ebook retailers. It can also be found in the Wild Angels Anthology.
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