My Sunday Snog comes from my short story "Body Electric", the lead tale in my collection of the same title. It's pretty brief, but I think it does the job!
If you haven't been there already, go visit Victoria Blisse at Snog Central, read her delicious kiss excerpt (her kisses are always a lot more elaborate than mine!) and then follow the links to more sexy snogging fun!
"Should
I -- do I have to call you Master?" He grinned at me. I
thought I'd die of embarrassment.
"Do
you want to?"
"Um
-- I don't think so. It would seem artificial."
"Well,
then. It's your choice, you know. This is all your choice."
I
couldn't believe that. I felt compelled by him, controlled by his
will, ensnared by his lecherous mind.
"Why
don't you just address me as 'Sir'? Or better yet, how about
'Doctor'?" His smile was half-mocking, half-gentle. "How
would that be?"
"That
would be fine -- Doctor."
"Excellent.
But you shouldn't say anything unless I give you permission. You know
that, don't you?"
I
nodded. This seemed like the natural order of things.
"Good.
Now, then. Let's get rid of those clothes."
I
began to unbutton my blouse. "No, don't move. I’ll undress
you, this time."
He
undid the first three buttons and pulled the garment open to reveal
my unglamorous cotton bra. He brushed his fingertips over my swollen
nipples, clearly visible as they poked out the fabric. Pleasure
shivered across my skin and down to my already-aching pussy.
"You
have such lovely big nipples. So sensitive." He pinched the
right one. I gasped. "I don't want you to wear a bra anymore. I
want everyone to be able to see those luscious tits of yours."
"But,
when I teach... It's not proper..."
"Did
I say you could speak?" He frowned briefly. I wanted to drop
through the floor.
"If
you want to please me, you'll go braless. It's up to you."
I
was silent. I craved his approval, more than anything.
He
laid a cool palm against my cheek. "What other people think
doesn't matter, Colette. You only need to worry about me."
All
at once he leaned down and kissed me. I expected brashness, energy,
power. Instead it was a gossamer kiss, delicate, the barest contact
of his lips on mine.
It
set me on fire. Tremors raced through my body. I felt his hands
everywhere, exploring, exposing my raw need. I felt his mind,
questing, tasting the flavors of my lust. Yet only his lips were
touching me, and just barely.
I
wanted more. I wanted his tongue, his fingers. I wanted his cock,
which I knew was hard though I hadn't seen it. I was acutely aware of
his lust, controlled and hidden as it was. I tried to press my body
against him, but he pulled away.
"Not
yet. Not until you're ready." He resumed the process of
methodically removing my clothes. He did not touch me again. I could
swear that he was trying to frustrate me. I promised myself that I
wouldn't beg.
You can get your own copy of Body Electric at Amazon.com!
1 comment:
Mmm, hot! Thanks Lisabet!
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