A short (but hot!) excerpt from Shame and Delight
His face was all concern at the eyes, while his mouth was fixed in a half smile. A hungry smile.
I didn’t miss the fact that his pants bulged as he took my arm and led me across the room.
“Here,” he said, “There’s a shower back here where you can get cleaned up.”
His office was divided around a corner and as we stepped around it, I could see that it was almost an apartment of its own. There were couches and deep leather chairs, and just beyond, a marble bath and toilet.
He went with me to the italian shower, reaching past me to turn on a fine, hot misting spray. I stood there, listlessly, before plucking at my shirt buttons with almost no strength.
He took my hands in his. Large, muscular hands that enveloped mine in warmth and bronzed tenderness. He pushed them down at my sides and then proceeded to undo my shirt, then my pants, with care.
He unclipped his wires. He unstrapped the vibrator. He lifted the soaked tape in gentle, easy motions that hurt only a little. He lifted the flat battery pack away from the small of my back, unbuckling the strap encircling my waist. His every move calm and reassuring.
He nudged me, now naked and shivering before him, into the warm jets of the shower. The water fell in fine beads that drifted over my curves and washed away some of the humiliation that clung to me like smoke.
I was turned away from him, letting the water course down my face, when I felt those strong hands upon my shoulders. He rubbed at them, pressing his thumbs in firmly, pushing at the exhaustion that was weighing them down.
His bare chest brushed against me and low upon my back, I felt his member, hot and standing rigid, touch my skin.
I shivered as an echo of electricity rippled through me like a ghost. My thighs parted without my wishing it, even as I tipped my head back and let him cradle my neck in his hands.
His chest was firm against me then and as he moved his arms to encircle me, I could feel his muscles ripple and move. His hands found my breasts and when he lightly brushed my nipples with his fingers, there was an ache of pain and pleasure that made me cry out….
And, just for the fun of it, here’s an excerpt from Masked and Squirting Mayhem:
The doctor comes around and peers between my legs, then at a nudge from his elbow, the nurse picks up an instrument from one of the metallic tray tables. He clicks a button and then I can see that it’s a sort of flashlight with a fiber optic rod extending from one end. The doctor bends down and suddenly I feel cool glass sliding inside my vagina. It’s too thin to fill me the way I want right now, but the sensation of it slipping inside me is enough to make me gasp. Incredibly, I can see that the skin of my pelvis is glowing a deep pink as the light diffuses through my flesh.
The doctor motions for something else and the nurse is quick in handing him yet another instrument. It’s thicker than the flashlight and has a sort of flattened metal wand extending out in a curve with the handle at ninety degrees. The doctor bends down again and I can hear him humming under his breath. I’m almost convinced that I’m hearing Ewan Crest’s voice.
There is the sensation of cold stainless steel slipping into me, alongside the fiber optic light, and this time it goes in deep. I hear a buzzing noise and look up to see the two men staring at me over their surgical masks. The nurse is holding a shining silver vibrator in his hands and he slowly presses it down against my clit.
The pleasure of this buzzing bee melts me instantly and the honey flows thick as I rock against it. My hips push up against the vibrator and I can feel the heavy steel tool that has invaded me below pushing and turning as the doctor repositions it while I rock back and forth on the surgical bed.
The doctor takes the vibrator from the nurse and begins to work on me in deep, delicious circles. I know I’ve become slick with excitement and the steel head of the vibrator slips and slides across the erect nub of my clit in a wonderful rhythm that alternates between sharp pain and luscious pleasure.
The nurse comes up along my bedside and in his hands he has yet another stainless steel surgical tool. In some ways, it looks like a staple gun, and he has a cotton swab in his other hand.
The astringent odor of rubbing alcohol is in the air and he wipes down my nipples with the swab. It’s very cold followed by a stinging heat as the alcohol evaporates.
He says, “Now this won’t hurt a bit….