“It was as if once she opened her mouth, she’d never be able to stop and there was no violence she would not do with her words. “Nathaniel. Honourable, damaged, loyal Nathaniel. The man who did his job, who let it turn him to shit, who did the things that no one else would...
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“The slap cut her off. Sharp, not as hard as the first, but it still took her breath away. “Really, Gennie? You tellin’ me you’re a whore?” He crouched in front of her, one huge hand on her stockinged knee. “Cos I already know that. I could have fucked you the first time I...
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“When he pulled the hood off her head, it was in a plain, bare concrete basement. He’d seated her on a chair, re-secured her hands behind her back and tied her ankles to the chair legs. In some very clear, very analytical part of her brain, she noted that he hadn’t taken her heels...
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“Nathaniel leaned in closer and whispered: “Beg me. Quietly.” At first she thought he was joking, but she saw his pupils dilate in the subdued lighting and reconsidered. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He licked it lips, quickly, unconsciously. The smile went from open to teasing. “Beg me, darlin’.” “I’m not going to beg you.” “Oh,...
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“Of all the women in the world you could have chosen to…” she hunted for the right word, “reveal yourself to, why me?” He inhaled and let it out slowly. “After coming to take a look at the Meissen figure, I found out who you are and what you do. It seemed ironic that...
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It seemed as if there were no end to what she could bring up and, in the weak moonlight streaming through the high window, the regurgitated wine looked like blood as it spattered onto the white bowl. Like a monumental act of refusal – one she seemed incapable of only minutes before – her...
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Her first disembodied thought was that it shouldn’t have been so easy. How could she be wet? Even as she canted her hips in response to that first delicious violation, even as she spread her legs wider, and bent her knees, even as she groaned at the meaty, visceral sensation of his cock head...
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Tourist is a story in four parts. Two part written from female points of view and two from male ones. Part one and part three of the story are read by Harper Eliot, who is a magnificent erotic fiction writer in her own right. Please visit her website at www.itgirlragdoll.com. Parts two and four...
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All the rush of arousal began to knot into fear. Her thoughts were racing. Jesus fucking christ, was she out of her mind? How had she fantasized that she would ever be in control of this? He was twice her size, he could snap her neck with a single hand. She’d be some obit...
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You want to know if I liked it.”She took another sip of the wine and then put it down. Was she even sober enough to be having this discussion? “Yes, I guess I do.” He folded the towel and draped it on one of his knees. Beneath his rolled up pants, his legs were...
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