A taste of something to come...
Regards!
This week the hump day blog brings you something new from the Brandon writing desk. I have just completed the first full draft of the follow up to Destination Anywhere
and it has totally taken on a life of its own! It needs serious editing, but this one is much, much longer and definitely even kinkier! I thought I would offer you a small taste of it here...
As ever, I'd like to reiterate that this is not a finished extract and is subject to editorial change, but it does give you a flavour of what's to come! ;O)
Your comments and suggestions are ALWAYS welcome! :-)
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I blink up at his deep blue eyes. My brain has heard the order and yet my body cannot acknowledge it. It takes a further deep breath before I can move. My eyes dart to from left to right, absorbing the excited faces of my audience before I lower my face to the floor. As my head moves south the smell of fine leather fills my nostrils and my nose grazes the top of Sir’s left shoe. My clamped nipples hang painfully on the plush carpet, every movement potentially tortuous as the metal drags on the pile.
I open my mouth which feels abruptly dry by this new denigration and take one long lick of the black leather in front of me. I can feel the response it generates in me, my body vibrating with demeaned desire as I offer myself to him in this way.
“Good girl,” he says from over me. I can hear the smile on his face and imagine how hard his cock is right now. “Keep going please. I want to be able to see my reflection in those shoes!”
I answer with another fervent lap of his leather, tasting the potent flavour as I swallow it back before heading down for another. Each movement produces a new wave of torment for my breasts, but I bite back the pain and use it to my advantage as I humble myself at his feet.
“She really is a gorgeous pet,” Charlie says, his voice full of glee. “You are a lucky man, Olsen!”
“Mmmmm, I know,” Sir replies, pulling the leash tighter and forcing me further up the leather as he does.
“Is this always how your shoes are polished, Jon?” Rob asks to my right.
Sir laughs and I hear the clink of the flutes.
“It certainly is,” he responds, “and when she’s done it’ll my cock she’s polishing.”
The thought sends a palpable new wave of arousal crashing through me. It ricochets up through my stomach and hits the back of my throat. I move slightly to the right, dragging my tongue across the salty leather and relishing Sir’s utter possession of me. My engorged clit seems to be throbbing to its own private rhythm.
© Felicity Brandon, 2014
This week the hump day blog brings you something new from the Brandon writing desk. I have just completed the first full draft of the follow up to Destination Anywhere
and it has totally taken on a life of its own! It needs serious editing, but this one is much, much longer and definitely even kinkier! I thought I would offer you a small taste of it here...As ever, I'd like to reiterate that this is not a finished extract and is subject to editorial change, but it does give you a flavour of what's to come! ;O)
Your comments and suggestions are ALWAYS welcome! :-)
.........................................
I blink up at his deep blue eyes. My brain has heard the order and yet my body cannot acknowledge it. It takes a further deep breath before I can move. My eyes dart to from left to right, absorbing the excited faces of my audience before I lower my face to the floor. As my head moves south the smell of fine leather fills my nostrils and my nose grazes the top of Sir’s left shoe. My clamped nipples hang painfully on the plush carpet, every movement potentially tortuous as the metal drags on the pile.
I open my mouth which feels abruptly dry by this new denigration and take one long lick of the black leather in front of me. I can feel the response it generates in me, my body vibrating with demeaned desire as I offer myself to him in this way.
“Good girl,” he says from over me. I can hear the smile on his face and imagine how hard his cock is right now. “Keep going please. I want to be able to see my reflection in those shoes!”
I answer with another fervent lap of his leather, tasting the potent flavour as I swallow it back before heading down for another. Each movement produces a new wave of torment for my breasts, but I bite back the pain and use it to my advantage as I humble myself at his feet.
“She really is a gorgeous pet,” Charlie says, his voice full of glee. “You are a lucky man, Olsen!”
“Mmmmm, I know,” Sir replies, pulling the leash tighter and forcing me further up the leather as he does.
“Is this always how your shoes are polished, Jon?” Rob asks to my right.
Sir laughs and I hear the clink of the flutes.
“It certainly is,” he responds, “and when she’s done it’ll my cock she’s polishing.”
The thought sends a palpable new wave of arousal crashing through me. It ricochets up through my stomach and hits the back of my throat. I move slightly to the right, dragging my tongue across the salty leather and relishing Sir’s utter possession of me. My engorged clit seems to be throbbing to its own private rhythm.
© Felicity Brandon, 2014
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