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Lucy Felthouse's Birthday Bash @cw1985 #erotica #romance #giveaway #sale #99c

My lovely friend, and awesome author Lucy Felthouse is having a month-long celebration for her birthday, and she wants you to get involved!
She’s giving away presents...


For the whole month, her erotic short story anthology, Multi-Orgasmic , will be just $0.99/99p in eBook format! The links are below for you to grab your copy:
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And secondly, she and some of her friends are running a huge giveaway at her website! The giveaway is also running for the whole month, and one lucky winner will get gift cards and a whole bunch of eBooks. So be sure to head over to Lucy’s site and make your entries:
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/?p=12760
Enjoy the celebrations!
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Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Scintillating Sunday #ScintillatingSunday

Welcome to Scintillating Sunday, my first time playing along. Here's a few from Breathe You In, my super sexy romance with a twist that was named a USA Today Recommended Read.



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Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.
If the road to heaven starts in hell, then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline, he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy—because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.


“It’s nice to have a sexy woman sitting on my lap.” He kissed me, softly, and stroked his fingers through my hair.I broke the kiss and touched his hair too. I loved the longish strands and the way they flowed through my fingers like fluid silk.He slid his hands down the column of my neck and reached for the first button on my work blouse. As he undid it, his smile slipped, and his eyebrows hung heavy in concentration. My heart tripped. My nipples tightened. The dark look in his eyes was so sexy it went straight to my head, like a shot of alcohol.He undid the next button and the next, his jaw seeming to get tenser with each twist of his fingers. I sat absolutely still, the tops of his thighs pressing into the backs of mine, watching his face, each blink, each slight twitch of his cheek and the way he dampened his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. It was all making me want to grab him for a kiss but equally kept me frozen, fascinated.When all the buttons were undone, he looked up at my face. It was a silent question.I glanced out of the window—nothing but treetops.I nodded.Carefully, he slid the blouse off my shoulders, revealing my white lacy bra. It had a small daisy in the center of the cups and one at the base of each strap.“That’s so much better than my dream,” he whispered, his breath like a caress on my chest. “And you are perfect.”


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Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #BDSM #erotica #ebook #romance #spanking

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Here's a few from In Expert Hands.

“I gave you plenty of warning,” he said, clamping her legs between his and pressing between her shoulder blades.A hard whack landed on her ass, then another and another.“What the...? Ow...” She squirmed and tried to protect her ass with her hands.He pushed them away and continued to rain slaps over her leather-clad buttocks.It hurt. It hurt like hell. The sharp sting of each connection raced over her skin, the material seeming to smart against her.“Get off,” she said, pushing at the floor. It was no good, she was well and truly trapped by his powerful thighs.“This is what...happens when subs...disrespect their Masters,” he said, the words huffing out between slaps.“Kane!” She tried to twist to no avail. Her ass was on fire. “It hurts, fuck...” And the humiliation of being upended like a naughty toddler, Jesus. She screwed up her eyes and again pushed at the floor.“Keep still,” he said breathlessly.

You can grab your copy of In Expert Hands from Amazon/Amazon UK and learn all about Kane and Imogen's sexy adventures.

A Very Sexy Time ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS103

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. Here's a few to get you in the summery mood from my new release Toy Boy, Kay has stumbled into the dark corners of a bar after her shock of seeing how young Sullivan is, the only trouble is now, she's drawn the attention of a rather creepy local who won't take no for an answer...


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Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.


“Why you want sunshine? It is so much more fun in the dark.” The candlelight at my table flickered creepily over the strange man's stubbled face and highlighted a scar on his right cheek.“Because it’s too cold in here,” I said, suppressing a shiver. There was something about him that set off my alarm bells. His knee had nudged up against mine, and he was looking at my chest. “Please, excuse me.”“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.
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Eroticon

It's Eroticon this weekend in Bristol UK and as always I'm very much looking forward to catching up with all those lovely on-line folk I don't often get to see face-to-face. This year is a bit different for me though as I'm running a creative writing workshop with my great pal and fellow Brit Babe Kd Grace.
Find out all the Eroticon details here...

Tease to Please - Coming Soon

Tease to PleaseEXTRAORDINARY AUTHOR EXCERPTSfrom 50NYT, USA Today & AmazonBestsellingAuthors

Releasing August 2015***FREE***toAll Our Fans


This book is dedicated to all our loyal fans and readers who give our work purpose…….and it will be our dirty little secret…
Naughty is as naughty does. And if there is any virtue seeking its own reward, it will not be found here. What will be found is a collection of awesome author excerpts, a box of saucy, delectable samples, a tasty bounty of tantalizing teasers. And there is no reward quite like self-indulgence; virtue be damned. 
This catalog of excerpts from bestselling wonderful writers with their acclaimed and award winning novels is offered to our fans as a small token of our appreciation for your loyal support and unfaltering encouragement. It is a free download. While we are at it, permit us to introduce you to some of our long standing salacious author friends, who we feel are equally deserving of your prurient partnership and support.
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Contributing Award Winning Authors include Brit Babes Lucy Felthouse, Kd Grace, Tabitha Rayne and myself.
Christina Mandara          Dariel Raye                       Muffy Wilson               Siobhan Daiko
Erzabet Bishop              Airicka Phoenix                 Lucy Felthouse            Travis Luedke
Gale Stanley                  Bernard Foong                   Chloe Thurlow            Kiki Howell
Jaye Peaches                Chantel Rhondeau              LaVerne Thompson      Pablo Michaels
Kayla Stonor                  Charity Parkerson              Leonore Elliott            Kd Grace
Cora Blu                        Lola St Vil                         A.K. Michaels
Normandie Alleman        P.T. Macias                       Paige Matthews
Jake Malden                  Marissa Farrar                    Mary J Mccoy-Dressel
AR Von                          Jacqueline George            Athena Marie
Jacintha Topaz              Blak Rayne                        Tabitha Rayne
Jordan K. Rose              Debra Andrews                  Scarlett Flame
Carole Gill                    Ashen White                      Kim Carmichael
Lily Harlem                   Ju Ephraime                      Teresa Noelle Roberts
Arla Dahl                      Sky Purington                     Jade West
Shyla Colt                    Natasha Knight                    Heather Cole




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Sexy as Hell

Do you enjoy a dark BDSM trilogy that you can really lose yourself in? If so check out the Sexy as Hell Boxed set that I co-wrote with Natalie Dae. It's got a pile of wonderful 5* reviews, the first book The Novice hit the #1 spot on Amazon and it's a bargain price of 99c/99p. Treat yourself to the boxed set for not much more and get the whole trilogy and 3 spin-off stories about the secondary characters that will satisfy your every curiosity.


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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. 

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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog - here's a few from That Filthy Book - which is, as the  name suggests, utterly filthy! In this excerpt they've turned the tables and Karen is in charge of her sexy husband's pleasure and she's making him work for it.

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Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it’s reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life. 
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years. 
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.


“Today I am in charge of your pleasure,” I said, delving into the bag. “Which means there are three rules. You will do as I say. You only look directly at me when I allow you to, and, most importantly, you will only come when I give you permission. Do you understand?”I pulled a black and red flogger from the bag. The leather handle was smooth and had a domed end that reminded me of the head of a cock. The fifty tails were made of thin suede and swished softly as it moved. Like the boots, the flogger had called to me from amidst a huge selection of paddles, bullwhips and crops. I reckoned it would suit my needs. Jacob hadn’t asked for erotic pain the way I had with the branch, but I thought its tickling ends would be a great way to tease and titillate my captive. Make him a little unsure of my moves and increase the anticipation.“Karen—?”“Did I say you could speak?”I used a harsh tone and flicked the tails of my flogger at the ball of his shoulder. They flew through the air and connected a little harder than I’d intended, giving a sharp slap as they struck.But he didn’t wince or jerk even a fraction, just swallowed tightly and gave a stiff shake of his head. His cock twitched.Ah, so he liked the flogger inflicting a little pain.As I stepped around him in a complete circle, I ran the tails over his chest, upper right arm, and back, swaying my hips and exaggerating every movement of my legs and arms.I paused by his face to make sure he was under no mistake that my outfit was crotchless. “The flogger is for when you are tied up and can do nothing about where and how hard I decide to touch you.”After resting it on the chair he’d been sitting on, I went back to the bag. This time I pulled out two pairs of silver handcuffs. I’d had a dilemma when we’d arrived and found the headboard to be a neat, shiny affair attached to the wall. There were no sexy wrought iron bars or strong wooden posts to secure Jacob to. But my problem had been solved with the mental image of him on the floor and me in my boots strutting around him. The solution was exactly that, the floor.“Do you like my outfit?” I asked. Silence.“You may speak.”“Fuck yes.”I smiled in a satisfied, powerful kind of a way. “Good. Now pull the cover off the mattress and place it over here, in the big space on the floor at the end of the bed.”He did as I’d asked, moving on hands and knees to complete the task. It seemed strange to see my husband crawling. The muscles in his back rippled and the dip of his sweet arse cheeks sank. The sight made my pussy wet and my nipples peaked against their scratchy containment. He was truly beautiful.“Good, now attach your left wrist to the leg of the bed.” I dropped the handcuffs near him. “And hurry, we don’t have all day.”Oh, we so did! Today and tomorrow.Metal clicked and Jacob sat with his left arm extended, handcuff fixed tight.“Lie completely flat on the floor,” I said, holding up the other set of handcuffs, the pair that would render him completely at my mercy.He shuffled down, and I moved swiftly to secure his other arm then stood, straight and proud, and looked down at the perfect specimen of a man I’d caught for myself.His eyelids were heavy, his mouth slightly parted. His chest rose and fell quickly, as if he’d been doing something strenuous in the garden. His arms were raised high, the same way he’d tied me to the trees in the woods. The delicate skin of his underarm, coated in coal- black silken hair, was exposed; as was the outline of his ribs as his torso stretched long and lean.The dark hair over his chest continued down his taut abs to his cock, where the strands were bushy and thick and wiry. His engorged dick pointed to the ceiling, the head swollen and the slit wide. I could imagine how firm and hot it would feel in my hands. How it would be like silk on steel, satin on iron. I loved his cock. I loved Jacob with every beat of my heart, and I loved his cock too.His legs were together, the thick hairs on his thighs tapering off at his knees then becoming increasingly dense on his shins. His feet were tipped slightly outwards, his long toes and the arch of his foot vulnerable and pale.“Spread your legs,” I instructed, pacing to the desk at the end of the long room.I could feel his gaze burning into my body as I reached for the wooden, straight-backed chair.“Wider,” I said.He stretched his legs further apart until he was lying in a star shape.“Good,” I said, placing the chair on the floor between his lower limbs, the front legs just above his knees. Jacob had said one of the things that turned him on about being tied up was not being able to touch me—to lay there wanting me, needing me, but unable to do anything about it. I’d thought about this a lot and was looking forward to giving him quite a show. In fact, my clit was already buzzing for it to begin.I retrieved the flogger then stepped over him, placing one foot either side of his chest.“You may look at my pussy,” I said, stooping slightly and trailing the flogger over his face and down the column of his throat. “In fact, you’re not to take your attention from my pussy until I give you permission.”Carefully stepping backwards on my spiked heels, I sat on the chair with my legs stretched wide apart, the heels of my boots pressed into the carpet outside of his thighs.“I know you want to look at my pussy,” I said in a low voice as I ran the tails of the flogger up my thigh and over my bare, exposed cunt. “You like looking at my pussy and you like touching my pussy, don’t you, Jacob?”There was a rise of colour on his cheekbones as he nodded and pressed his lips together. He seemed mesmerised by the trailing tails of the flogger caressing my engorged lips.A glut of power seared through me. Power and pleasure. Seeing Jacob so aroused and willing to get into a role he’d initially been nervous about told me I was doing it right. I’d taken control and he was enjoying relinquishing it.I began to finger myself, rolling and toying with my clit and dipping into my entrance. I was wet and hot and craving more. “You know what I think of when I masturbate, Jacob?” I asked.He swallowed tightly and shook his head, never once taking his gaze from my exploring, busy fingers.“When you’re at work and I’m horny, or, if you’re away on business, I have no choice but to touch myself. But it’s always you. I always think of you and your glorious, big cock.”Turning the flogger around, I touched the tip of the handle to my entrance. “I love the way you fuck me with your cock, Jacob. The fact that you hover, just for a split second, before you plunge in.” After rotating the leather head around the rim of my pussy to gather natural lube, I eased it in. “Oh, God, Jacob, you always feel so big and hard. And hot, you always feel so hot when you sink into me.”Scooting to the edge of the chair so I could tilt my pelvis, I slid the handle in higher. I caught my breath and squeezed my eyes shut. It felt cool and hard, and although not as big as Jacob’s girth, it was still a very satisfying entry.“Do you like watching my pussy getting fucked?” I gasped, setting up a steady in-out rhythm.Silence, except for the sound of my moisture clicking around the handle.“Speak, you can speak,” I snapped.“Yes, yes I like it, you look so fucking horny, so fucking swollen and turned on.”“And you want to fuck me, don’t you? When I’m turned on and wet and swollen you want to sink your big, fat cock into me, don’t you? Ram in fast and hard and hear me cry out. Don’t you, Jacob? Answer me.”“Yes. Yes.”“But you can’t, you’re tied up, on the floor. The flogger is fucking me...” I paused and sought my clit with my other hand. “The flogger is going to make me come while you watch. That is all you can do, watch—watch me get fucked.”My heart rate picked up and a feverish flush crawled over my skin. The domed handle rubbed over my G-spot, hitting just the right spot and, combined with stimulation over my engorged clit, it wouldn’t be long until Jacob got to witness my orgasm.“Ah, ah, yes, yes,” I hissed, opening my eyes and looking down at his face.It took a second to focus on his rapt expression, but when I did a thrilling whack of satisfaction reeled through me. He was loving my show.“Jacob, oh, God, I always think of you, you and your dick. Whenever I touch myself I always think of you touching me, always you, only you.” My toes curled in my boots, my legs tensed.He too was panting, and a glance at his straining cock revealed a pearly drip of pre-cum sitting in his slit.“I’m coming, Jacob, watch me come, I order you...to watch...me...come.”I was there. With several fast, furious thrusts of the handle and deep pressure on my clit, I burst into a mass of pulsating ecstasy. “Oh, God, yes, so fucking good,” I cried. “Jacob, speak, can you see me coming?”“Yes, I can see you and I want to make you come again, now.”As the waves of bliss turned into ripples of pleasure I became aware of the clanking of handcuffs. He was twisting and turning, trying to get out of them.“Oh, no you don’t,” I said, swiftly withdrawing the handle and standing even though my cunt was still spasming. “You have to lie there like a good boy and have what I decide you’re allowed.”He stilled and looked up at me.A trickle of moisture further dampened the inside of my thighs. My breath was hard to catch. “But as you’ve been good so far, you can have some of this.” Still holding the flogger, I gripped the end of the bed, a panel of straight, polished wood, and squatted down over his face.“Can you see my cum?” I asked.“Yes, you’re soaked with it.”“I know, and I’m going to let you lick it off.” I sank lower, so I was positioned wide and open over his face.He let out a low growl and strained upwards to meet my pussy.“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I groaned as he gave a gentle lick over the whole length of my lips.“That’s it,” I said in a soft voice. “Taste my juices, taste my cunt.”He set up a hungry, methodical system of lapping and delving, sucking and slurping.Whenever he was too firm over my super-sensitive clit I raised a little, eliciting moans of frustration from him.Eventually, as my breathing returned to normal, I lifted up again. My pussy hummed nicely with satisfaction as I moved the chair out of our way.“You really are behaving very well,” I said, lying down over him, again being careful with my heels. “You can stop looking at my cunt now, I think you deserve another reward.” I kissed him—hot, hard and open-mouthed. The way he kissed me when he was getting impatient for action. When I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was thrusting inside me.



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Our Sexy Place ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS102

Hello and welcome to another My Sexy Saturday. This week a few from That Filthy Book which I co-wrote with the awesome Natalie Dae.




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Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it's reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.


The kamer voyeuristische was oval shaped, the floor black tiled, the walls the same ruby red as the reception. In the middle stood a bench; a black leather, surgical-style bench. It had high, solid stirrups and long steel legs. A tray-like table on wheels waited next to it. But my concentration didn’t linger on the bench I was about to be fucked on. Instead, I stared at the short black curtains circling the walls. Behind each, so the website had said, there was a window—a window that was designed especially for looking into this room, for watching the show.And tonight it was to be our show, our debut performance. The Karen and Jacob Get- Down-and-Dirty show.“It certainly seems clean and serviceable,” Jacob said, walking swiftly to the table and laying out our equipment. Some items clinked, metal on metal, as he placed them down.I glanced at a large round clock on the wall. We had two minutes until the curtains opened and our audience would gawp in. I pulled in a breath, my stomach clenched, and my pelvis seemed to actually hum with anticipation.“Come here,” Jacob said, holding out his hand. “It’s time to get you ready and get in role.”I nodded and stepped up to him, melted against the hot, bare flesh of his chest. His kiss was firm and confident, his hands on my back sure and steady. In that moment, with that kiss, I knew everything would be okay. Jacob had it all covered.We must have kissed for longer than I thought because it was the whirring of the electric motor opening the curtains that got my attention. We pulled apart, and as we did so there was a shift in the dynamics between us.Jacob peered down at me through the slits in his mask. He placed his hands on my shoulders and urged me to turn.As I moved I was aware of faces in windows. Round faces, round eyes, dimly lit features strewn with shadows.A huge glut of excitement swamped me. These people were all here to see us, to watch what we did, how we had sex. They may even be sat there now, wondering what we’d look like when we were at it.They were interested, they were curious, they were voyeuristic.And they would soon find out what they wanted to know.



Grab your copy of Karen and Jacob's wild story from Amazon, Amazon UK, Totally Bound and all other good retailers and be sure to check out all the 5* reviews.

Saturday Spankings

Welcome to another Saturday Spankings! Here's a few from That Filthy Book.

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Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it's reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.


I stood upright, fingers tightening on the trees, my breath coming hard and fast. Exhilaration steamed through me, as though a part of my brain had registered that unlocking what I’d obviously held inside had produced a kind of liberty. And it had, hadn’t it? As another gust of wind wended through the trees and ruffled my hair, flapping the open front of my coat so that they billowed at my sides, I had the urge to laugh. To let out all the old parts of me, the sound carried away by that wind, never to return. My smile hurt my face, but damn it felt good.I dropped my arms to my sides and twirled in a circle, feeling young again, with a new purpose, new ways in mind to bring me and Jacob closer. Just us. Time together.I wanted to strip naked, right here, right now, and dance around the garden, testing the cold on my skin, seeing if it fit.I didn’t.Instead, I went back into the trees, my gaze on the ground in search of a sturdy yet flexible branch. One that wouldn’t break when Jacob struck me with it, or hurt because it was too rigid. My few minutes’ search proved fruitless—the branches were mere twigs—so I resorted to looking upwards and finding one I could snap off a tree. The perfect candidate jutted off a long, thicker branch, low enough for me to reach up and wrench free. It broke away, the jagged end sap-coated and smelling sickly. I ran my palm up and down its length then swiped it through the air in an arc to see whether the other, tapered end was pliant.That word zipped a torrent of lust to my cunt, and I wished Jacob was home so he could bring me off, give me release. I brought my legs together, squeezed them tight to make the pulse in my clit go away. My stomach rolled with excitement as thoughts of what we could do out here swished through my mind. I imagined myself bound to those trees, a full moon hanging in an almost black sky, casting strong light that filtered through the leaves above and dappled the ground. From behind, Jacob’s breath warmed my naked skin—my neck, one shoulder—his body heat so intense I knew he was almost touching me. I saw it as though I had already entertained this before, but I hadn’t. It was all new to me, the wanting of this scenario, the tree branch, being tied to the trunks.


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