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The Naked Spy – hot spy thriller

Okay, everyone, I’ve done it. It bugged me for a while. I wanted to turn up the action in my erotic WW2 thriller The Naked Spy, so I worked through it – weekend after weekend – and I present it to you today.

I hope you like it.

It takes place in the summer heat of neutral Portugal in 1940, where spies stalk the streets of Lisbon. Holly Hampton works as a secretary at the British Embassy – unaware that her new boss is in fact the MI6 agent on the ground.

He has a job for Holly. The Nazis have sent a crack squad to Lisbon on a mission which could change the course of the war.

Holly’s job is to get close to them…

And with the help of beautiful prostitute, Ana, that’s exactly what she does.

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She could see the pale curve of one of Delilah’s legs. It was outside of the bed clothes and moving.

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Emma had listened to the clip-clopping of the horses in the street for sometime before they had helped her drop off to sleep.

Half-awake, she had heard the door click shut, but then remembering she was sharing Delilah’s room she had closed her eyes again.

She was woken next by a rustling. It was not very loud and would probably never have awoken her if not for its rhythmical nature and the fact that it was underpinned by the lazy squeaking of a bed.

She opened her eyes and they settled on Delilah’s corner of the room.

There was a fullish moon and its light was squeezing through the narrow skylight. Slowly, Emma’s eyes began to get accustomed to the dark.

She could see the pale curve of one of Delilah’s legs. It was outside of the bed clothes and moving.

Delilah had bunched up the bed clothes and squeezed them under her.

“What are you doing?” Emma spoke before she thought. Her voice sounded very loud in the dark.

Delilah did not stop.

“Have you ever been with a man?” she growled.

“No.”

“A woman?”

“Certainly not.”

“When I desire it, I do this.”

Emma turned on her side to see her more clearly.

“But what?”

“You really do not know?”

Delilah’s eyes flashed in the dark at her.

Her hand went down and lifted her silk underwear. Now Emma could see the skin on her hip and buttock.

“I have the pillow and bedding under me. Between my thighs.”

Delilah’s buttocks were small and round. She squeezed her thighs together, getting her mount in just the right place.

“Oui!”

Delilah curled a finger in front of her mouth and bit it gently as the pleasure began to increase.

She was looking straight through the darkness at Emma.

Emma heard her panting quicken.

“Oui! Oui!”

Delilah’s buttocks began to move faster in an almost circular motion.

Emma watched mesmerised.

“It is gorgeous,” gasped Delilah, hugging a pillow to her chest.

Emma’s mouth was dry.

Underneath the bed covers she held her hands to her excited stomach as she watched Delilah push some hair behind her ear and then ride on, her eyes closed.

“Oh, oui!”

Suddenly, Delilah’s body rammed hard, her legs straightened and her mouth opened in a silent cry.

She turned her face to Emma and fixed her eyes on her, as the pleasure coursed through her being.

“Oh, oui-oui-OUI!”

Deilah lay for sometime, her face in the bed. Then she lifted herself up and buried herself under the covers.

Emma did not know what to say. She wanted…

“That word ‘oui’,” she said at last. “That’s French that is. Is that what language you speak?”

Delilah had turned away and may already have been almost asleep.

“Only when I pleasure myself,” came the reply.

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He pulled the belt through the loops and watched it snake into the room between them

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He reached to his belt and undid the heavy silver buckle. Then instead of unfastening the trousers he pulled the belt through the loops and watched it snake into the room between them with a crack.

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Her body arched…

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His body arched forward between her wide-open thighs and she felt the wall against the back of her head #NakedSpy

She pulled down the shoulders of her dress so that it fell across her breasts…

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Sigi stood in front of her husband. The two silver clips holding up her hair had become dislodged. She took them off and shook her head. Her hair was blond and curly. She pulled down the shoulders of her dress so that it fell across her breasts…

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The Naked Spy

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AN EROTIC SPY NOVEL.
A READER’S VIEW:
“A spy novel which brings a new meaning to diplomatic relations. The world of spies and intrigue is in the literally brought to a climax in hotbed of 1940’s Lisbon

Holly goes under (not much) cover to help reveal a plot to kidnap a very important person to all sides during World War 2. With Ana by her side will she manage to defeat the nefarious SS plot? I could tell you but surely reading it yourself would be better!!

With action taking place in both Berlin and Lisbon this tale of what could really have happened, and maybe it really did will keep your heart rate up from the start.

The story reads really well, the author has taken a germ of an idea from a historical period thought about a plot and weaved her tale around it. Interweaving erotic situations for all of the protagonists and interweaving the protagonists in erotic situations the reader is taken on a ride through the their experiences.

Really enjoyed it, as a reader with an interest in World War 2 this book adds a dimension most of the thrillers leave alone and does it well!

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Men Moaning…

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Lovely post!

“I love when a male lover moans in bed.”

Originally posted on A Piece of Pleasure:

Music to my ears.

I love when a male lover moans in bed. It is one of the most erotic sounds�� for me to hear.�� When he allows himself to vocalize his pleasure in moans and groans and grunts and breathing��� It turns me on even more. It���s like riding the same wave-length of pleasure that I instantly tap into and feed off of.

I���m a screamer, and am as vocal as the pleasure comes. All growls and sighs and moans but�� being able to open myself and express that pleasure was something I had to work on releasing as I got older. Masturbation in my youth was something I was����told not to do and to hide if I��did. (There was a lot of time spent in dark closets or behind locked bathroom doors.) ��So to hide the����pleasure we muffled it, behind lips or pillows or just by sheer���

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