NEW RELEASE: Girls Only: Volume Three

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NEW RELEASE: Girls Only: Volume Three

Girls Only: Volume Three I’ve bundled a few of my stories up again in a new installment of ‘Girls Only’. We’ve reached Volume Three already, which makes me wonder how many climaxes I’ve written since I first started… ;-)

The stories in this mini-anthology are:

– Stair Walking

– Dress Code

– Lovely Rita

– Off the Record

– Stormy Weather

– Rather

Please note that all six of these stories have been previously published. Two of them in themed Ladylit mini-anthologies (Dress Code & Off the Record) and two in anthologies by other publishers (Stair Walking & Lovely Rita). Stormy Weather was published as a standalone story last year, and, of course, Rather has been available for free on this website for quite some time, but it’s one of my personal favourites so I think it deserves its place in the book.

Here’s an excerpt from Stair Walking (which I wrote back in 2012… Time really does fly!)

“I know why you followed me in here that day.” Her voice was lower than usual and a little alcohol-soaked.

“Oh, yeah?” I leaned against the wall, acutely aware of the moist goings-on underneath the carefully ironed fabric of my skirt.

“I could practically smell it on you.” She took a step closer. “Like a bitch in heat.” I inhaled the wine on her breath.

“Why am I here, then?” The lamp blinked above us, erasing our presence for a split second.

“As if you don’t know.” Slowly, she let her jacket slip off her arms. It fell to the ground with a rustling whisper.

Of course I knew. I just hadn’t expected it. The sudden authority in her voice set my blood on fire, driving it, beat by beat, to my pulsing pussy lips. In response, I locked my eyes with her blazing brown ones and bit my bottom lip. As a yes, it would suffice.

“Unbutton your blouse,” she commanded. I had known it would be this way. I had seen it in her glance that day I craned my head around the door frame of her office. I’d deducted it from the aura of controlled silence in which she wrapped herself. The quiet ones always know best.