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Jasmine: Ice and Lace
Explicit erotica
Approximately 2,800 words/20 Kindle pages
Extract:
Arriving home in less than an hour, Francis Burns followed his wife to their bedroom, helped her out of her clothes and ran the bath. It was part of their ritual, whenever she’d been away on business, even if it was only for a single night, he expected special attention on her return, demanding her full participation and cooperation with any plans he’d laid, and this trip was no exception.
‘I’ll go and get everything ready,’ he said, ‘don’t bother dressing, I want you naked.’
‘Very well Francis,’ she replied, her low warm voice hiding a small shiver of distaste as her mind moved forward, knowing what lay ahead.
His massive bulk no longer bothered her as such, but she wished he’d diet and lose some weight. Thank goodness, he was likely to take her from behind; whenever he opted for missionary, she thought she’d be crushed.
‘I’m waiting,’ he called.
She had delayed as long as possible. Cringing, she stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a large white towel.
Entering the bedroom, she saw he’d stripped off and was naked except for his red striped shirt, which billowed over his enormous body. Jasmine thought he resembled a circus tent, stifling a giggle, her teeth chattered, jangling her nerves.
A selfish brute, one of his pleasures was messing about with her before resorting to the gag, preventing her screaming for mercy, the initial joy he generated replaced by discomfort so intense it was agonising. Jasmine had learned to dread homecomings; he always ratched the action up a notch, taking the cruel torture to new levels each time, attaining his thrills watching her squirm.
Warning explicit sexual content and graphic language unsuitable for readers under the age of 18.
Explicit erotica
Approximately 2,800 words/20 Kindle pages
Extract:
Arriving home in less than an hour, Francis Burns followed his wife to their bedroom, helped her out of her clothes and ran the bath. It was part of their ritual, whenever she’d been away on business, even if it was only for a single night, he expected special attention on her return, demanding her full participation and cooperation with any plans he’d laid, and this trip was no exception.
‘I’ll go and get everything ready,’ he said, ‘don’t bother dressing, I want you naked.’
‘Very well Francis,’ she replied, her low warm voice hiding a small shiver of distaste as her mind moved forward, knowing what lay ahead.
His massive bulk no longer bothered her as such, but she wished he’d diet and lose some weight. Thank goodness, he was likely to take her from behind; whenever he opted for missionary, she thought she’d be crushed.
‘I’m waiting,’ he called.
She had delayed as long as possible. Cringing, she stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a large white towel.
Entering the bedroom, she saw he’d stripped off and was naked except for his red striped shirt, which billowed over his enormous body. Jasmine thought he resembled a circus tent, stifling a giggle, her teeth chattered, jangling her nerves.
A selfish brute, one of his pleasures was messing about with her before resorting to the gag, preventing her screaming for mercy, the initial joy he generated replaced by discomfort so intense it was agonising. Jasmine had learned to dread homecomings; he always ratched the action up a notch, taking the cruel torture to new levels each time, attaining his thrills watching her squirm.
Warning explicit sexual content and graphic language unsuitable for readers under the age of 18.
