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4.6.09

Do you fantasize?

Do you edver let your mind wander and fantasize about impossible things? Do you ever see a good looking mna, hot and yummy, and wonder what it would be like if...? Well, you know. Do you ever put down the latest hot erotic novel you;re reading and wonder if you could have such adventures?

Come on, don't shake your head. everyone does. I know I do. And sometimes the fantasy finds yoiu when you least expect it. That's what happened to Lisa Graham on a miserable, dreary night.

Rain-soaked, unable to get a cab to stop for her, she decided to wait out rush hour in a discreet little bar she'd never seen before. She hadn't ever seen Mark, either, the man who invited her to share his private booth. Nor had she ever done the erotic things in public that Mark coaxed her into.Four drinks into the evening she was feeling totally wanton and completely dominated. And wondering exactly what would come next.
Excerpt:
As Lisa ran her eyes over him, an unexpected wave of lust raced through her body. Her nipples hardened and liquid seeped into her crotch. Pulses began to throb in the most improbably places.
“Indulge me,” he said, his tone coaxing. “It isn’t often a beautiful woman walks through that door alone.”
“That’s quite a line,” she told him.
“No line. You are beautiful. And very tempting. Come on. One drink. What can it hurt?”
What can it hurt indeed?
“Okay. Yes.” The words popped out of her mouth before she could think. “Thank you.”
The booth was curved, giving its occupants even more privacy. He stood, gesturing for her to slide in. She bit her lip, thinking she’d be safer on the outside, then changed her mind. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought.
He took her umbrella from her and stuck it against the back edge of the booth before sitting down next to her.
“You should take off that wet jacket,” he told her. “You don’t want to catch cold.”
The jacket really wasn’t made to take off. The blouse she wore was a very sheer silk, a secret touch of femininity beneath the very business-like navy suit along with the lacy bra and the barely-there bikini panties.
“I’m fine,” she told him. “Thanks.”
“I’d feel very remiss if I allowed you to get sick while in my company.” His deep voice was like warm chocolate syrup. “Let me help you. Besides, I want a better chance to appreciate your body. I think it was made to drive men crazy.”
She laughed nervously. If this was a line, she wanted to hear more. And there was something about this man that ratcheted up all her senses.
Holding her gaze with his, his lean fingers unbuttoned the jacket and slipped it from her shoulders. His eyes dropped at once to her breasts, and she knew he could see the darkness of her nipples beneath the thin fabric covering. His devouring gaze, made heat crawl up her face.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured then lifted his gaze to her face. “Breasts made to cradle in a man’s palm, and nipples just begging for his mouth. You must have men fighting to suckle them.”
“Oh!” She was stunned. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had paid her breasts compliments. Or any other part of her body. They all wanted to know what she thought of them.


Stay tuned for Lisa's further adbentures. Are they real...or not?

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1 comment:

Lyn Cash said...

KEWL excerpt. :) Okay. I'm hooked.