Extracts from Kissing Velvet

Nice girls don’t write porn

……..Three days later, he e-mailed her. ‘Do you want to play again?’

She replied, ‘Yes, please.’

Within seconds another message came back.  ‘Remember. We play by my rules.  Agreed?’

Miranda clicked “reply” but then hesitated.  After her encounters with Anton, she’d spent the following few days in a kind of haze, unable to work efficiently.  If he could have this effect on her in such a short space of time, was it wise to continue their liaison? What was she getting herself into?  She typed ‘YES’ but left her finger poised.  Come on, Miranda, she told herself.  What’s the problem?  This is just harmless erotic fun.  A bit more, perhaps.  A journey.  An odyssey.  An exploration.  Even research for your stories.  Don’t hold back now.  She pressed “send.” 

………‘I don’t even know you,’ she thought, her head spinning.  But he seemed to know her.  What she wanted. And how she wanted it.  She didn’t have to ask.  Or suggest.  He just did.
  

The Watcher

………She moaned softly, her body aching to be touched.  So absorbed was she in her own pleasure that it was some time before Marla realised she was being watched.

                He was standing in the street below, by the railings where the park began, his shadowy figure silhouetted in the moonlight….  Catching her breath, she stopped, deeply embarrassed and took a step back into the room. The thin curtain swathed her naked body, the fabric emphasising and stimulating her now-erect nipples.  She was still aroused.  The man remained gazing up in her direction and to her surprise the idea of an audience sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.  Breathing heavily, Marla let her hands move down her breasts….She continued to caress herself, unashamedly, provocatively highlighting her lithe, supple body.   She thought she saw his hand move down to his groin, and this excited her further.  Her head thrown back, her back arched, she spread her legs slightly, letting her hand wander to her inner thighs……..
 

One Night Stand

 …….My head was spinning.  Too much alcohol, I told myself.  You must have misunderstood.  Phil is a friend, a mate.  A good, solid, reliable bloke.  He couldn’t possibly be suggesting this.

‘Let me get this right,’ I said slowly. ‘You’re saying that if I spend the night with you, you’ll pay me ten grand. Right?’

‘Right.’

‘Would you want sex?’

‘That would be part of the bargain. ……‘All I want is one night with you. But during that night, I can do anything I want with you.  Anything. You would be completely at my mercy.’
 

The Right Fit

……She arrived at the remote hotel on the dark hill top at 11.30pm precisely, as instructed.  The hotel porter seemed to be expecting her and after she had checked in at the desk, handed her an ornate key.

“Top floor, room 7,” he said, his eyes travelling the length of her body, taking in the heavily rouged lips, black leather trenchcoat, tightly belted at the waist, and down to her stockinged feet and shiny red stiletto shoes.

She avoided his gaze, feeling nervous, her heart beating in anticipation and fear of the unknown.  Her heels clicked loudly as she walked along the narrow corridor towards the lift.

His eyes had been hungry for her, she could tell.  If only he had realised that beneath the shiny coat she wore nothing but a black lace suspender belt and tiny thong.  Her brown nipples, now hard, brushed against the soft leather as she stretched out her arm to open the doors of the lift.

By the time she reached the top floor, she was breathing erratically.  Her hand trembled as she turned the key in the lock of room 7. The door opened and she was enveloped in darkness.  She fumbled for the light switch but a familiar voice said sternly, “Leave it. Wait there.”

She recognised his muscular frame as he stepped out of the shadows towards her. 

“Close your eyes,” he instructed.  Shaking, she obeyed.

“Now, take off your coat.”

Carefully, she unbuttoned the front, loosening the belt and let it fall to the ground. 

She imagined his eyes devouring her before he said, “Step forward.  That’s enough.”

Her eyes still closed, she felt the heat of his body as he stood behind her.  She heard him take something from his pocket, a soft rustling sound and she knew he was going to blindfold her with a silk scarf.

Gently, he took her hand.

“Follow me.”