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Sunday Snog – Wetter

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Today’s snog is from my free story Wetter. You can download it for zero bucks from Amazon, Smashwords, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel, Rainbow eBooks and All Romance. Or just read it in the Free stories section. Enjoy!

“Oh,” she yelped and let her back slam against the slippery wall, making enough noise to get Toni’s attention. It only took Toni two seconds and three long strides to reach her side, her hands planted under Rachel’s armpits and her eyes scanning Rachel’s face for signs of an imminent blackout. Rachel may not have to fake that dizzy spell after all. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she took stock of the situation. Two naked women crammed together in a shower cubicle with no one else around. No, not just two women—Rachel cornered by Toni’s strong arms against the wall, which was getting colder against her hot skin. Rachel couldn’t help but notice Toni’s hard nipples, dark circles standing out against the light mocha complexion of her skin, like candy waiting to be licked.

“Shit,” Rachel whispered as she heard the door of the changing room swing open and then shut. Toni put her hand in front of Rachel’s mouth, curling her long fingers across her jaw.

“Shhht,” she hissed. “If we’re lucky, she’ll be in and out.”

Distant footsteps pattered about and Rachel prayed for them to not come any closer to the showers. Toni fixed her hazelnut eyes on Rachel, her hand still curved over Rachel’s lips. Water drummed down around them and bounced up over their feet. Things can hardly get wetter, Rachel thought, but immediately had to correct herself. It wasn’t just water from the shower seeping down her legs. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed, aching to be touched more intimately by Toni.

Toni still had one hand underneath Rachel’s armpit, but now withdrew it. She used it to shove the shower doors together and then gently ran a finger across Rachel’s collar bone. Her finger travelled between Rachel’s breasts, down to her belly. Whoever had come in was still fumbling with locker keys and Rachel heard precious seconds ticking away in her head. The presence of the other woman didn’t seem to faze Toni, who took the opportunity to drive Rachel wild by skimming just one finger over her upper body. A nail trailed over Rachel’s abs now and she was grateful for the extra crunches their body pump instructor subjected them to at the end of every class.

Beneath Toni’s other hand, the one still clamped over her chin, Rachel widened her mouth and ran her lips over Toni’s drenched palm. Soon she was licking her fingers and sucking them into her mouth—at least it kept her quiet.

Don’t forget to check my fellow snoggers’ no doubt wet stories as well at Victoria’s blog.

P.S. Want more free stuff? I happen to have some on offer today!

Younger Than Yesterday

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The Honeymoon

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Hired Help

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All of Me

Free forever in the Free stories section (caution: this one’s rather filthy.)

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Six Sentence Sunday #5

I made a separate page to follow the continuation of Champagne more easily as it progresses every Sunday. Here’s the next instalment.

I resorted to the oldest trick in the book and had the bartender pour her another glass of champagne. The lamp I just bought had financially ruined me already, so I was at that point where I could fool myself into not caring anymore. I pretended that I had gotten a discount and was spending the money I saved on a few victory drinks. It’s true that our mind can trick us into believing almost anything, as long as we want to. Or libido is in play.

Her bar stool creaked when she turned towards me, not something you would expect in a lavish establishment like that.

As always, more Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with the next six sentences next week.

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Bouncing up and down

Two more days left to get your free copy of Younger Than Yesterday, which got this amazing Amazon review (making my day big time!) Here’s a snippet:

The writing is skilled and the editing is flawless. I can’t help but wonder when Harper Bliss is going to break into the full length novel business. I’d certainly read whatever she wrote.

And this one (making me blush):

The writing is really amazing and it just flows. The build-up of the relationship is done extremely well. I am really surprised that there are no novels written by this author as these two short stories have been the best I have read in f/f genre.

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I’m not done tooting my own horn just yet.

Here’s a great review for Smut in the City, the anthology in which I have a story called Neighbours or, as the reviewer calls it: “steamy, soapy girl-on-girl fun.”

Smut in the City is available from:

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- All Romance

And (hang in there) one more… a five-star review of Summer Heat on GoodReads.

The sex scenes are truly amazing, gentle, soft, sizzling, passionate….wow..Hot is the word!! These two women together are so sensual.

Great writing style…marvelous story…loved the setting…Tuscany, the heat of summer…just perfect for love and romance.

Summer Heat is available from Amazon US and Amazon UK.

I’ll shut up now.

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New Release: Younger Than Yesterday (FREE)

Younger Than Yesterday is now available as a free download from Amazon. This promotion will run until Sunday 23 September. Grab your free copy now!

If you don’t have a Kindle, you can read it using the Kindle app on your device of choice (iPad, iPhone, PC, Android…). If you’re not a fan of Amazon, you can wait for the omnibus bundling Younger Than Yesterday and Summer Heat, which should be out early October.

The blurb

Rose’s husband died seven years ago, but when she welcomes an unexpected guest in her Tuscan holiday home, she’s forced to remember what instant desire feels like. Desire for a younger woman no less.

This story shows the point of view of the character Rose from Summer Heat.

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Or just download the entire story from Amazon for free. Here are the download links:

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Essentially, Younger Than Yesterday is the same story as Summer Heat, but told from the perspective of Rose. We slip into her skin and follow how she experiences falling for Cat when she visits her Tuscany villa.

After finishing Summer Heat I couldn’t get enough of Cat and Rose. They kept popping up in my daydreams and conversations. Their June/November (they’re a bit too close in age to fit into the May/December category) romance resulted in a lot of drama in my head, but, in the end, I decided to write Rose’s point of view before proceeding to write a sequel. Just like Summer Heat, Younger Than Yesterday is more an adult romance than pure F/F erotica. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Have fun!

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Six Sentence Sunday #4

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The fingers of her right hand, the one closest to me, sported three obnoxiously big rings, all of them gold. One by one, she kept twirling them around. Age-wise, I estimated her between thirty-five and forty-five. Her skin stretched a bit too tautly around her temples so I guessed she’d had some work done, but not to the point where it looked completely unnatural.

What drew me in most was that big shock of ginger hair. It stretched out beyond her frail frame, reaching out to the world around her, contrasting her self-sufficient body language.

As always, more Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with more next week.

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Hotties: Robin Wright

I can’t believe I neglected the Hotties. There really is no valid excuse for such floundering. But at least this one comes with a tiny bit of back story…

Giselle, the teacher in my story Learning Curve is, as far as physical traits are concerned, based on a mix of Robin Wright, Blake Lively, Natascha McElhone and Gisele Bündchen (you know the type). Out of those four, this picture of Robin Wright is the one I found myself staring at the longest. Although, I must admit that, about a year ago, I frequently made little detours to places where posters of Esprit’s ad campaign with Gisele Bündchen in a blazer could be shamelessly gawked at. And I sat through more episodes of Gossip Girl than I really wanted to just because of Blake Lively. Still, Robin rules.

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Sunday Snog – Younger Than Yesterday

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Today I’m participating in Victoria Blisse’s Sunday Snog for the first time and, of course, I wanted to pick a snog from Neighbours (my story in Smut in the City, co-edited by Victoria), but then I realised that the shower (sex) scene in that story is more focused on other (more advanced) activities than kissing. (Do read it to find out what I mean.)

So, instead, I chose an excerpt from my next release Younger Than Yesterday. This story gives us the point of view of Rose, the hot cougar from Summer Heat. Younger Than Yesterday is scheduled for release on 19 September, and here is a very exclusive preview (in which the act of kissing is interpreted very liberally.) Enjoy.

 

While before I was always a mere—but happy—recipient of it, I now consider the pleasure of performing cunnilingus as one of the great discoveries of my late-forties. The power I can exercise over Cat just by licking her is intoxicating.

“I rest my case.” She plants a kiss on my hair. “I want to get lost in your curls,” she hums and her words set off that weak feeling in my stomach again. That hint at something more that instantly gets squashed by our circumstances. This isn’t just about physicality, about getting my sexual needs met. Perhaps it’s easy to confuse the tenderness between us for love, or something akin, but, ultimately, that’s what it feels like. But I’m nowhere near ready to broach that subject with Cat. Mostly because she’s still suffering from a broken heart, even though the name Jenny hasn’t been spoken in days. But I realise that, for her, this can’t be much more than a rebound affair.

“I want to get lost somewhere else.” I tilt my head up and find her eyes. Three tiny laughter lines crinkle around her temples. She knows what I mean by now. I’ve all but licked her raw.

I kiss her breasts, spreading hot saliva over her nipples. Her body already feels familiar, as if it belongs here with me and nowhere else. Before making my way down, to my final destination, I search for her gaze once more. I want to witness her desire for me before I satisfy it. I want her to say it.

“Fuck me,” she says, because she knows, and her words ignite tiny explosions in my blood. She slides her body down and opens her legs for me, a gesture so trivial but at the same time so intimate.

I smell my soap on her, the same one I’ve used for years, blending with the aroma of her juices. I trail a path of moist kisses along her inner thighs. Her hands are in my hair—she seems really fond of my hair—and tug at my curls.

Before zoning in on her pussy I lick along her pubes, the coarse texture of them tickling my tongue. Then I can’t hold it in any longer and I wonder if she knows how much I want this, how much of a slave I’ve become to her. I take in the length of her pussy, her glistening lips, so blood-shot and swollen for me, and tuck in.

The first contact always overwhelms me, because, despite the familiarity of all of her by now, this is still new to me. Her softness on my tongue and how she gasps for air that first instant. It makes my own clit pulse for attention and I feel myself heating up, a moist glow radiating between my legs.

I lick her up and down with long tentative strokes and her hands grip my hair firmer, as if she’s never letting go again. When I part her lips with my tongue and gently flick the tip over her clit, her muscles contract and she pushes herself upwards, closer to my eager mouth. She’s mine now, which is all I want.

I revel in her moans as I suck her clit between my lips and nibble it gently. And then pure passion takes over. I need her to tremble for me, shake and writhe underneath me like no one else ever has. I unleash a tongue-dancing frenzy on her, feeling her pleasure on my soaking wet lips. It shivers through me as her muscles clench and release, a bit more intensely with every stroke of my tongue.

“Fuck me,” she says again and this time she doesn’t say it to please me. She says it to please herself. I bring two fingers to the rim of her pussy and lightly circle them around the opening before slowly letting them enter. I love being inside of her. It’s the closest I can get.

With every thrust I drive my fingers deeper into her, coaxing louder groans from her throat. A few strands of my hair are curled around her fingers. It doesn’t hurt the way it should. Instead, it engorges my clit because I know it means she’s close. As much as I like to fuck her, and lick her, there’s nothing like having her come all over my fingers, her juices spilling over my lips.

Read all about Younger Than Yesterday‘s prequel Summer Heat here. If you want a free copy of Younger Than Yesterday, sign up to my mailing list and you’ll be the first to know when it goes free.

And do stop by Victoria’s blog for more lip (and other) locking!

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Six Sentence Sunday #3

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Nevertheless, I walked in and ordered a glass of champagne. I picked a stool two seats down from her, just at the curve of the bar, so it looked as if I had no choice but to glance at her. She kept gazing ahead, as if all the answers to her prayers were to be found in those empty glasses. By the time I finished half my drink, I still might as well not have been there. She hadn’t acknowledged my presence once, despite the two of us being the only patrons.

I had plenty of time to study her, though.

As always, more Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with more next week.

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All of Me – FREE short story

It’s been a while since I posted a free short story, but I’m back with a really dirty one. It’s called All of Me and the whole 2355 words of it are about lesbian anal sex (inspired by this book). Yep, it’s Filthy Friday after all… Enjoy!

ALL OF ME

© Harper Bliss 2012

Sex with Laila was always dirty, but when she whispered in my ear mid-fuck that she’d be wanting my ass next, my pussy clutched itself around her hand so hard I expected her knuckles to come out bruised. I rode out my climax, my fingers lost in her raven-black hair as colours collided in my brain, my muscles flexing to the rhythm of her last strokes inside of me. Then she surprised me again by turning me over on my stomach, my backside bare and, seemingly, all hers. I’d gathered she meant next time she fucked me. I just hadn’t presumed that to happen so quickly.

Laila was in charge in the bedroom and in the kitchen, the two rooms of our flat where I was merely required to serve, to not take any initiative. I was a sous-chef at best in both places, but my pleasure always came first. I was well-fed and satisfied, living on a diet of expertly spiced dishes and my girlfriend’s delicious golden-brown fingers buried in my cunt at regular intervals. So far, she’d only teasingly ventured in the direction of my ass.

She covered my naked body with hers, her soft flesh moulding into mine.

“Your ass is mine tonight,” she hissed into my ear, while spreading my legs with her knee. I wondered what she meant with ‘mine’. Would she just lick it, finger it maybe, or rely on other objects? Or all of that combined? I knew better than to ask. In the bedroom, Laila did all the talking.

When she pushed herself away from my ear, her taut nipples grazed the skin of my back. They swirled patterns along my spine until they reached my ass cheeks. As Laila guided one nipple along my crack, and despite the slamming orgasm she’d just delivered, I felt myself go moist again. This was more than sex. This was breaking boundaries.

I gasped as she parted my cheeks and allowed her nipple to explore a little further. I imagined how the caramel of her skin—and the dark chocolate of her nipple—contrasted with the creamy whiteness of my behind. The gentle probing of her stiff bud was enough to make my asshole pucker with anticipation and, first time or not, to grant her unlimited access to the unchartered territory that my ass represented. Not that she would ever ask. Laila appropriated things. She took them because, within the dynamic of our sex life, they simply belonged to her. Our affair was not complicated. She fucked me and I came.

Her long hair tickled my back and, regardless of not being able to see her, I could easily imagine the smirk edged around her mouth. I’d witnessed it enough, usually with a few of Laila’s fingers sunk into me, to know its details by heart. Two fine lines bracketing her lips on the right as they curled up. Intensity burning in her eyes as she got off on my pleasure—and how I always, so easily, acquiesced.

She slipped one hand between my legs, under my pelvis, and found my clit, still a little sensitive from the previous round. Her nipple gently probed my crack while she circled a finger around my clit. Once, twice, just enough to make it perk up and want more, before retreating and focusing on my back door again. Laila was an expert at driving me crazy and, thus, at making me want things I never even knew existed before I met her—like a fist in my cunt and metal clamps on my nipples.

The room smelled of orgasms had and climaxes still to be bestowed. A heady perfume of anticipation blending with dirty delight.

On the way back up from teasing my clit, she coated her finger with juices dripping from my cunt. She traced a line from my pussy to my asshole and replaced her nipple with a wet fingertip. After dark, I always felt as if all of me belonged to Laila, no exceptions. That she could do whatever she wanted. Possess me, cuff me, whip me. This sensation multiplied by a hundred when she circled the meaty part of her finger along my most delicate passage. If Laila would ever ask me to marry her, this would be how she’d do it. By claiming me as hers, completely.

She entered slowly, letting my body adjust to the newness of what she was doing. My clit throbbed and my muscles tensed as the tip slipped in, invasive but welcome at the same time. I had no reference point for this, no prior experience to measure these sensations against. My asshole sucked at her finger as she pried deeper. I could hear her pant as she worked me with controlled excitement, which was pretty much the essence of Laila.

Before going deeper, she pulled out and started the circular motion again, drawing perfect circles around my rim. Laila knew me so well, as if she could read my body. She knew I’d be wanting more soon. I always wanted more of her.

This time, she pushed her finger in and out, just far enough to have me gasp for air every time she penetrated, stretching my asshole. No doubt preparing it for what was to come.

“I knew you’d like this,” she said, her voice dropping into that low register reserved for kinky activities. “You’re all mine now, babe.” As if I wasn’t already. “Mine,” she repeated, and widened me further by adding another finger.

I yelped, unprepared for the filling sensation, the thickness of two fingers I could easily take in my cunt—four or a fist were most common— surprising me from the back. But I took it like the good girl she knew I was.

Juices leaked from my pussy, bathing my clit in wetness. I wanted to reach out and rub it, to add to the pleasure I was experiencing from behind, but I was afraid to move. With two fingers, Laila had me pinned down, at her mercy beneath her. The only way she wanted me.

She explored me further, twisting her fingers every time she stroked me inside. Bright white stars popped up on the back of my eye-lids as I buried my head into the pillow. Surely, I couldn’t climax just by having her fingers in my ass. Either way, I was certain Laila wouldn’t let me. She was nowhere near done with me.

Stroking turned into thrusting while I felt her hair dance on my ass cheeks. I pictured the white globes of my butt being parted by her fingers, her brooding brown eyes staring down at me there. No one had ever seen me the way Laila had and I was fairly certain no one ever would.

Her hair slipped down my hips as she lowered herself and planted a tender kiss at the top of my crack. It stood in stark contrast to the way she was handling my asshole, ravaging it with her fingers at an increasingly merciless pace. If my hands had been anywhere near my clit, it would have been more than enough to propel me into another star-shattering orgasm.

She trailed a path of moist kisses along my butt cheek and, when reaching the top of its curve, bit into my flesh. Another shock ripped through my body, tightening my muscles and leaving me breathless. My pussy pulsed like crazy, roaring for attention, screaming for release.

I panted into the pillow as she withdrew her fingers, leaving my ass wanting more.

“On all fours,” she commanded and sparks coursed through my blood as I exposed my pussy to the musky air of our bedroom. I settled on my hands and knees and, looking back through my arms, searched for her eyes. I found darkness, pure sexual desire mixed with the will to possess. To have and to give.

She reached for the bedside table where we kept all our toys—her toys—and watched how, from beneath handcuffs and blindfolds, she unearthed a dildo. Not the biggest one she owned, but not the smallest one either.

My throat went dry at the sight of it. Two fingers seemed nothing compared to the hot pink silicone cock she was about to negotiate into my virgin ass. Luckily, she grabbed a bottle of lube on her way back to my rear, on her way back to deflowering me once and for all.

She squirted a generous amount of lube onto the toy, not caring that half of it spilled onto the sheets and her knees. I watched her bring the dildo to my ass and closed my eyes. I had no other option than to submit to darkness. She rubbed the cock along my crack, spreading the lube around. My muscles cramped when I felt the tip at my rim, not probing just yet, just familiarising itself, as if saying a polite hello before raiding me.

I braced myself for impact, but, instead of easing it gently into my ass, Laila rammed it into my soaking wet pussy first, coaxing a loud cry from my throat. My cunt reacted instantly, clamping itself around the slick shaft of the toy, sucking it in. My clit stood to attention, but Laila was much too clever to attend to it. I wasn’t at the edge yet, wasn’t ready to beg for release. And she hadn’t fucked my ass yet.

She kept slamming the cock into me and I bucked down hard, my thigh muscles straining to catch as much of it as possible. When my groans betrayed my level of excitement, she retracted and dragged the tip up to my crack.

I exhaled and tried to relax, my body trapped in a frenzy of lust and sweltering desire. I wanted it now. Wanted her to invade my ass. Wanted her to take all of me. She put a hot hand on my butt cheek while she positioned the dildo. It was warm and slick with my juices, ready to slip in. My asshole automatically widened at its touch, bidding it a warm welcome.

The head disappeared inside me easily, my body parting for Laila, and I heard her gasp with wonder. She must have been soaking wet, her juices leaking onto the fancy silk sheets she brought back after her last visit to Morocco. The dildo filled me to the brim as she pushed it deeper. Never in my life had I felt so owned, so enslaved to one person, so at her will.

As she started sliding the toy in and out of me with slow steady movements, my asshole relaxed, contracting and expanding around the girth of the dildo. A simmering fire stirred in my belly, setting off explosions in my blood. The stars on my eye-lids returned and this time they blazed brightly, absorbing me. My head spun through nothingness and everything as my body gave itself up to this new intrusion—as I surrendered.

“Touch yourself,” Laila groaned, her voice nothing more than tones of pure lust, syllables strung together by passion. Her command surprised me, but I guessed that, in subjecting me to her will in the way she was doing—a way she had never explored before but must have fantasised about a lot—she had amazed herself as well.

I let myself slip onto my shoulders, pushing my ass up higher, and shifted my weight to one side. My fingers couldn’t reach my engorged clit fast enough. My cunt flexed around nothing while I tended to the aching bud between my legs. Laila manoeuvred the dildo with more determination inside of me, out and in again, relentlessly driving me to new heights, taking more of me. I felt her free hand shake on my butt cheek as I trembled towards orgasm.

Galaxies collapsed in the darkness in front of my eyes, giving way to torrents of colour. I saw the brightest pink, the same colour as the dildo Laila was fucking me with. I saw myself, willing, loving it, shattering into rainbows as heat catapulted through me.

Feverishly, I worked my clit, rubbing it back and forth with my finger. The sensation of being filled to the brim, paired with the direct stimulation of my clit, was like bursting into heaven.

“Come on, baby,” Laila’s hoarse voice moaned. “Come for me now.” She knew I was waiting for her to let me. I always did. The muscles around my asshole started contracting of their own volition, pulsing electric sparks of pleasure through my bones. I found that perfect spot on my clit, the one that is always the most sensitive, and stroked myself to an obliterating climax. I came then, for Laila, filled with her love for me, and a hot pink dildo.

Carefully, she withdrew the toy and, drained of everything, I collapsed onto the bed. My entire body throbbed and I knew, in that moment, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her—at least not in the two designated rooms of our house where she was the boss of me.

She poured her hot body over me, covering my sweat-soaked back with her chest, her limbs caressing every bit of my skin they could touch. As much as I loved the climax, the purely physical bit, this part, the magical aftermath, was always the best.

“I love you,” she said, her voice back to normal. Her mouth was buried in my hair, her breath barely reaching my ear. I knew I didn’t have to say it back. I’d just shown my love for her.

Her nipples, rigid as marbles, poked into my shoulder muscles. “Next time,” she continued. “I think I’ll strap on.” She slithered her body up my back until her lips found my ear. “I think you’re ready for double penetration.” She bit my ear lobe before relaxing her muscles, her body going soft on top of me. I could hardly wait.

That was the first time my girlfriend claimed my ass and took all of me. I’ve yielded ever since.

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Smut in the City

Smut in the City is out today. I have the great honour of lezzing it up with my story Neighbours, set in über-city Hong Kong.

Blurb for the anthology

Sultry, smouldering sex in the city is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

And here’s a little snippet from my story Neighbours:

“So you like to watch.” Joan closed the door of her apartment behind them and leaned against the small dining table. Her lips curved into an audacious smile. ‘How would you like it if you were the one being watched?’

Karen stepped closer and peered into Joan’s eyes. ‘But you’ve only just showered.’

“And you weren’t there to see.”

“I had a party to attend.” Karen placed her hands on Joan’s hips. “The people you meet at these things.” She snuck her hands up Joan’s sides, lifting up her top in the process.

“Tell me about it.” Joan’s breath caught in her throat as Karen jerked her tank top over her breasts.

Karen pressed her body against Joan and kissed her. She could feel Joan’s nipples stiffen through the fabric of her bra. Joining Joan in the shower hadn’t made it to Karen’s fantasies yet—they’d been more traditionally located in the bedroom—but it looked like she wouldn’t need to waste any time on imagining that one.

Joan’s lips nibbled their way to her ear. “Let me show you to the bathroom.”

Smut in the City is available from:

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- All Romance

This anthology is very special to me because, quite simply, it’s the first one I have a story in. I’m fairly new to the erotica scene, but I’ve found every minute of exploring it exhilarating and exciting. Here’s to many more of my stories popping up in various anthologies… and thank you Victoria and Lucy for giving me my first break!

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