Showing posts with label Delores Swallows. Show all posts
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Monday, June 22, 2020

Realism in Hotwife Tales (or trying to avoid a cock and bull Cuck and Bull story) #Hotwife #Cuckold #Giveaway


Unleashing the Bull cover

By Delores Swallows (Guest Blogger)

Lisabet has kindly invited me to do another guest post on her blog to coincide with the release of my latest novel, Unleashing the Bull.

This is the third and final book in a series called ‘Extramarital Pursuits’ – although when I released the first book I didn’t realise it was going to be a series.

That first book was called Operation Cuckold, and followed the adventures of a couple called Michelle and Harry. It was my first foray into the cuckolding genre.

I’d already written stories that included the subject of wife-sharing—though they were more ‘open marriage’ tales—and many other stories that included voyeurism, which I think is an important element in cuckoldry. However, I didn’t really understand the dynamics within a cuckolding relationship, so I decided to research the subject.

I visited several forums and spent a lot of time reading about all the things couples in the lifestyle get up to. It was enlightening, to say the least. I probably spent a lot more time than was actually necessary, but I justified all my hours learning about what worked for different couples by convincing myself I was being thorough.

For my plot, I imagined that Michelle visited the same forums I’d used and read about the sorts of things that some cucks like. I then had her employing this knowledge to her relationship with Harry without actually considering if it was what he wanted.


Harry got off on seeing her having sex with other men. He didn’t really want any of the things that many cuckolds crave — humiliation, denial, restraint — but he went along with a lot of things that took him out of his comfort zone because he thought they were what Michelle wanted.

The book came out in 2016, and I received numerous nice emails from readers saying they’d enjoyed the book, and that they’d found it authentic (as well as sexy). It’s my best-selling book.

In 2018 I decided to write a sequel, partly because of the success of the first book, but also because I’d grown fond of the characters and thought their story needed continuing.

During my research for Operation Cuckold, I’d learned that not all wife-sharing husbands were ‘cucks’. Some husbands enjoy simply watching their wife with other men without being told their cocks are too small, or being ordered to perform clean-up after the ‘alpha’ has left his deposit.

These guys are called ‘stags’, and their wives (though still hotwives) are referred to as ‘vixens’. Knowing that this was how my character Harry wanted to be, I called the sequel Stag Nights.


I had several scenarios I wanted to include in the second book, so I thought I’d try to improve my research strategy (there’s only so much porn-surfing a pervert can do). I decided to get it from the horse’s mouth.

As I mentioned earlier, I’d written other stories about wife-sharing as well as Operation Cuckold, and as a result I have numerous followers on Twitter who actually live the cuckolding lifestyle. I contacted a few of these to ask if they’d mind sharing their knowledge for a book I was planning to write.

Some were kind enough to agree, and I got both hotwives and cuckolds willing to participate. They were generous with their time, and I’ll always be grateful for the insight they gave me into the lifestyle.

I asked a lot of question — some general, but others more specific regarding certain scenarios I intended putting my characters through. The hotwives and cucks were kind enough to answer not only all of these, but also the follow-up questions I had after getting their initial responses.

Their answers were extremely helpful (and entertaining), but what really stood out—apart from how strong their relationships were—was how varied the dynamics between different couples can be. What works for one couple can be nothing like what works for another.

After Stag Nights had been written and published, I again received several emails from readers saying how accurately they felt I’d portrayed the lifestyle during the experiences of Michelle and Harry. This was all thanks to the people who’d been so generous with their time and knowledge.

At the start of this year, I decided to write the final book in the series. I re-published the first two through KDP, and called the series ‘Extramarital Pursuits’.

Unfortunately for Harry, it wasn’t until the final chapter of Stag Nights that he became aware of the terms ‘stag’ and ‘vixen’. I’d put him through over a hundred thousand words of being cuckolded before a very helpful bull named Ben explained not all husbands enjoy the humiliation and denial that Michelle had assumed was necessary in their relationship.

For the third book and final book in the series, rather than following Harry and Michelle through another set of adventures, I decided to do something a little different. Unleashing the Bull tells the story of how a nice young man called Josh becomes Ben, the bull from the second book.

Chronologically, it runs alongside Stag Nights, with both these books sharing the same scene – though told from different POV’s.

Since Ben was the knowledgeable bull who’d explained things to Michelle and Harry in the second book, I had to show in this one how he acquired all that information. And like in any other job, the best way for my bull to learn his trade was from hands-on experience!

In Unleashing the Bull, Ben services hotwives with a wide variety of dynamics in their relationships with their husbands. I like to think that readers will find it arousing and entertaining, and I’m hoping they’ll also think it feels authentic because a lot of the behaviours and kinks of the different hotwives and cucks my bull services were based upon the answers and insights I got from my research for earlier book in the series.

You can find out more about the latest book below. Meanwhile, I’ll give away one copy of each of the three books to three people who leave comments.

Blurb

When Josh’s ex-girlfriend asks to meet for coffee, his hopes that they might get back together are crushed by news of her whirlwind romance and marriage. He offers his congratulations through gritted teeth, still besotted enough to agree to meet her again just days later.
This time, Olivia’s more provocative, more flirtatious, and she tells him exactly what part of him she misses the most. Caught up in a rush of emotions which steamroll over his morals, he goes back to her upmarket townhouse and indulges in what he’s been missing. Her behaviour—coarser, sluttier—puzzles him, but that doesn’t stop him going back for more.

And then she tells him that her husband wants to meet him.
Josh is stunned to find that her husband is a cuckold who actively encourages their liaisons. Hotwife Olivia, with her husband’s help, convinces Josh that he has the physical attributes and stamina to service not just her, but several of her friends.
Rising to the challenge, he becomes Ben the Bull, and loves every minute of it. As he explains to a friend, his life is full of dates with gorgeous women interested in having hot, dirty sex and nothing more.
Surely, no red-blooded man could want for anything more than that…?

Excerpt

Stand up, Ben.”

He placed his glass on a side table and got to his feet.

Come closer.”

As he walked the few steps from his couch to theirs, Della uncrossed her legs and sat forward. She rubbed her hand over his groin, then undid the zip of his trousers and fished out his cock, which was already starting to swell.

This is rather imposing.” She held it gently between her fingertips and glanced sideways at her husband. “Go to the bedroom and sit in the chair. I’m going to familiarise myself with this.”

Without a word, Samson got up and walked to a door on the back wall.

Della turned her gaze back to Josh’s manhood. She pointed it to one side, leaned in and planted a kiss on the side, near the base. She kissed her way along his shaft until she reached the tip, then parted her luscious red lips and took the head into her mouth.

Josh let out a sigh as she slid her head forward, taking more of him in. His cock was growing by the second and was soon a full-blown erection.

Della released it from her mouth but kept her hand wrapped around the shaft, her eyes now on his face. “I’m glad we’ll be skin on skin.”

Me too.”

Well, as much as I’d like you to fuck me here on the couch, I suppose we’d better go into the bedroom.”

He would have liked nothing more than to roll her dress up to her waist, spread her legs and fuck her right there with her shoes on.

She stood, her face close to his and her hand still gripping his cock. “Samsy’s a traditional cuck, with all the sissy trimmings.”

Although Josh didn’t understand exactly what this meant, he assumed it was her way of warning him there’d be some humiliation. “Okay.”

In the bedroom, which was as impressive as the living room with the same dark wood floor, Samson sat naked in a hard-back chair, facing the bed. A transparent plastic cover was fitted over his cock. It was the first time Josh had seen one in real life, having read a lot about male chastity devices while researching.

Della led Josh to stand facing her, immediately in front of Samson’s chair. She dropped to her knees and, still gripping Josh’s cock in her fist, looked at her husband. “Have you seen this, Samsy?”

Her husband’s eyes were fixed on Josh’s cock.

Can you imagine how I’m going to feel when he pushes this into me?”

Samson swallowed, nodded once.

It’s going to be a tight fit.” Della licked all around the head but kept her eyes on her husband’s. “Just picture this thing forcing its way in, stretching my pretty flower wide open and filling me up.”

She slapped the cock against her cheek several times. “I’m dripping just from the thought of being fucked with this, but I see you’re dripping too, Samsy.”

Josh saw a thread of precum hanging from the end of the device. Della caught it on her finger and pushed it into Samson’s mouth.

Did I say you could dribble?”

Sor—”

Be quiet!”

Samson’s mouth snapped shut and he looked down at the floor.

That’s better.” Della slowly straightened and stood face to face with Josh. Her expression softened. “Now, I think it’s time for us to resume assessing each other’s bodies.” She pushed his jacket back and off. “But this time we’ll do it without clothes.”

Josh stood motionless as Della removed his shirt and unfastened his belt. As his trousers slid down his legs, he stepped out of his shoes and trousers together, now naked. Della stepped back and appraised his body, then looked at her husband, who had another fine string of precum dangling from his plastic cock-cover.

She shared a grin with Josh. “I can hardly reprimand him—I’m dripping even more than he is.”

Gripping the sides of her springy, knitted dress, she pulled downwards. The neck opened and slid down her body, revealing a firm pair of perfect breasts. As the dress rolled further down, Josh saw her narrow waist and then the swell of her hips. She was completely naked underneath, her dark bush neatly trimmed. As she stepped out of her dress, he admired her smooth, muscular legs.

She stepped close to Josh and grabbed his cock, swiping the head against her belly. “Lie down, Ben. Samsy likes to get a good view of my painted lips going up and down on a nice big cock like yours.”

Josh lay flat on the bed, head on the pillow, and Della crawled between his legs.

She kissed her way up his thighs and nuzzled his balls, then took his cock in her hand and looked at her husband. “Ready for this, Samsy?”

Eyes wide and his knees shaking, he nodded.

Without glancing at Josh, Della lowered her head and took him deep into her mouth. Josh shivered and sighed as Della proceeded to treat him to some of the most intense pleasure he could remember. She sucked, licked, slobbered and nibbled until his legs trembled.

By the time she released him, both men were shaking.

And now…” She kicked off her shoes and crawled up the bed, straddling Josh’s thighs without taking her gaze from her husband’s face. “I’m going to help myself to what I’ve been desperate for since my last bull.” She trailed her hand over her sex, then held up the wet fingers, rubbing the tips together to show both men how ready she was. “I’m going to have a big bull cock.”

She manoeuvred herself above Josh’s groin and reached down to swipe his cock through her outer lips, coating the head in her juices. She flashed him a smile before glancing at her husband. “Shall I?”

Samson’s entire body trembled as he gave a nod. Della smiled, then slowly impaled herself. Her eyes fluttered and Josh felt her tight heat envelop him. She groaned theatrically as she pushed down onto the entire length, her head dropping back and her mouth hanging open.

Oh, Samsy,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “This is bliss.” She slowly rocked her hips, letting out moans and whimpers. “I know you want me describe how good it feels, but I’m just going to show you.”

She spread her hands on Josh’s stomach and began to thrust her hips quickly, riding his cock. “I’m going to show you how quickly something this long and thick will bring me off. I’m going to show you just how…”

Josh felt the grip of her climax.

Della grunted and thrust faster, her nails digging painfully into his stomach until she let out a gasp. “Oh, that’s better.” She sighed, shook her head and spoke to her husband, ignoring Josh completely. “I knew it wouldn’t take long to get off with Ben. What shall I do to him now?”

Fuck him.” Samson’s face was solemn. “Twist and squirm and bounce on his cock.”

She smiled. “But you know what’ll happen if I do that.”

He nodded.

Josh felt like he was watching a well-rehearsed performance. They’d probably played this scene out with many bulls.

What’ll happen, Samsy?”

He’ll come.”

She raised her eyebrows, encouraging him to elaborate.

He’ll come in your pussy. He’ll fill you with his cum.”

She nodded slowly. “That’s right, Samsy. He’ll fill me with his cum.”


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About the Author

Delores Swallows has many dirty thoughts, and during his free time he writes them down in the form of stories. Born and bred in the northwest of England, he has a commoner’s accent and a bit of a crush on his future queen (Kate, not Camilla!).

His stories often feature petite brunettes, high-heeled shoes and voyeurism. He claims he didn’t realise these were obsessions until someone pointed out how often they appear in his work.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

A sexy, spine-tingling treat – only 99 cents! #paranormal #ERWA #99cents

Unearthly Delights cover
A ripple in the air. Invisible fingers caress your skin. Ancient magic kindles insatiable lust.

Supernatural powers thrill the senses and expose secret obsessions.
ERWA is proud to present this exciting collection of eight intense, arousing stories that shatter the stereotypes of genre, delivering a fresh and compelling take on paranormal sexual experience.

A woman seeks ecstatic oblivion in the arms of an incubus. History repeats itself as ghostly lovers seduce through vivid dreams. An ancient collection of obscenely decorated lamps redefines the joy of possession.

Featuring Selena Kitts stunning masterpiece,The Velvet Choker, Unearthly Delights brings together some of the best storytellers in this worldor the next. Its a sexy, spine-tingling treat.

The fantastic (literally) first volume of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association is on sale for only 99 cents, from now through this Saturday. Grab your copy before the price goes back up!

Contents
  • Foreword – Bob Buckley
  • Night Visits – Delores Swallows
  • Imagine – Belinda LaPage
  • The Rasputin Collection – Daddy X
  • The Velvet Choker – Selena Kitt
  • The Lesson of History – Ian D. Smith
  • A Ripple in the Air – Jean Roberta
  • Mystic Force – Mary Ramsey
  • Underground – Lisabet Sarai


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Excerpt - from “Night Visits” by Delores Swallows

Lisa headed up to bed as soon as they got back and felt the now-familiar chill at the top of the stairs. She shook her head, not sure what she’d do if the new windows didn’t cure the draught. She closed the blind and turned on the small bedside lamps, pleased with how cosy the bedroom looked. As Andrew came upstairs, she took off her blouse. She was facing the bed when he approached from behind. His hands slid up her legs and under her skirt; they gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.

She sighed. “Don’t even think about it.”

Andrew dropped to his knees and rolled the panties all the way down to her ankles, pulling them over her feet one at a time. Then he pushed her feet apart and bent her forwards until her hands rested on the bed.

Lisa laughed. “Hey, I hope you’re not really expecting—”

He bent his knees and pushed into her in one fluid movement, making her yelp. He was incredibly hard again, and his entry had been painful.

Andrew, stop treating me like—”

He reached round and pinched her nipples through her bra, causing her to cry out again. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging in while he pounded her from behind, each thrust going deep and hurting her.

Stop pushing in so far…What happened to foreplay?”

Andrew reached round and placed his fingers on either side of her clit, tracing circles around her quickly-swelling nub.

Lisa let out a sigh as he continued his assault from behind. Something about living here was having an effect on his manhood. She’d never felt so filled before—he seemed longer and thicker that she could ever remember. A moan escaped her lips, which provoked him to fuck her even harder.

Ow! Andrew, slow down and let me…catch…”

She lost the will to argue as he maintained the long, deep thrusts with his cock, his fingers moving faster around her clit, sending her tumbling into an orgasm.

Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh…” Her legs began to shake; she could no longer hold herself up on her arms. The force of his thrusts pushed her over onto the bed, and he followed her down, banging her from behind, pressing down on her back.

Hey—hey! Let me turn over.”

As he pulled out, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. He immediately re-entered and started fucking her with long, slow thrusts.

Ooh, that’s better. Fuck me like this for a while.”

Andrew’s eyes were closed. She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders. He must have stripped on the landing, because he was completely naked. Lisa closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations emanating from her core and spreading throughout. Her body seemed to be reacting to the thickness and length of his cock.

I’m going to come again. Can you come with me?” She opened her eyes and stroked his face. “See if you can come at the same time. I want us to—”

The words stuck in her throat. A coldness seized her. Her husband was looking down at her, but the eyes she stared into were not Andrew’s. These were dark, almost black. Lisa wanted to scream and push him off, but her body betrayed her. To her utter embarrassment, the second orgasm surged through her, making her entire body shudder. Her toes curled, her eyes closed and worst of all, she let out long whimper of pleasure. Keeping her eyes closed, she rode out the storm coursing through her.


Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Review Tuesday: Web of Deceit by Delores Swallows (#erotica #review @deloresswallows)



Web of Deceit by Delores Swallows
Excessica, 2015

Funny thing about sex. Talking about it is sometimes as much fun as actually indulging. Verbally sharing fantasies can serve as fabulous foreplay, a way to ramp up the heat before you get physically down and dirty.

In fact, real-world sex may turn out to be disappointing when compared with the illicit thrill that comes from confessing taboo desires. In fantasies, nobody ever chickens out. No one gets tired or ends up sore (unless that's part of the turn-on). There are no worries about flagging erections or inadequate lubrication, or even the basics of safety and hygiene. Most importantly, fantasies free the participants from guiltnot just guilt about behaving in ways that violate society's norms but also guilt about betraying one's real-life partners.

The Internet has made the exchange of sexual fantasies ridiculously easy. But cybersex isn't "real" sex, right? It doesn't count as cheating. It's just make-believe, an enjoyable outlet for the imagination, without consequences.

That's the theory, anyway.

Web of Deceit, an arousing and disturbing erotic novella by Delores Swallows, explores these issues. Chloe has been living with Damien for four years. They plan on marrying soon. Although they love one another, and have a fine sex life, for some reason Chloe feels compelled to visit an on-line chat room and engage in smutty conversations with a stranger.

Large sections of the book are devoted to these cyber-conversations, and believe me, they're steamy. Each of the participants describes, in vivid detail, erotic experiences, dreams and desires they've hidden from their real world partners. Chloe"Love Echo"and "F2XS" encourage one another to more and more extreme admissions. It doesn't take long for Chloe to decide she wants to act out some of these scenarios in the real world, to show her on-line partner she's every bit as slutty as she claims.

Webcams and wireless are all it takes to produce one's own amateur porn. Cyber-seduction slips over into something darker and more perverse. Chloe becomes addicted to the thrill of exposing herself, in both a physical and an emotional sense. She revels in the freedom to be as filthy as she wants. Only gradually does she realize the price she pays for this liberty.

I don't want to say too much more about the plot, because it has several surprising twists. I will advise you, however, to skip this book if you're looking for a feel-good, happy ending. Web of Deceit is hot, well-written erotica, but it made me squirmnot due to the sexual content (though that might squick some readers) but because of Chloe's blithe disregard for both her partner's feelings and her own safety. To be honest, I found her selfish obsession a bit difficult to believe. Would anyone really be that callous?

Don't worry. This isn't a Victorian novel, where the wages of sin are death. Though I'd categorize Web of Deceit as "dark erotica", Chloe doesn't come to a violent end. She doesn't end up as a down-trodden, disease-wracked prostitute, or an unwilling sex slave. Still, her continuing fascination with on-line fantasy and off-line performances somehow diminish her. She has amazing sex, but love eludes her. She has traded a life of realized fantasies for the mundane but satisfying pleasures of human connection.

The scary thing is that she hardly understands what she's missing.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Smut with a Shiver

By Delores Swallows (Guest Blogger)

Hi, I’m Delores Swallows, and I now accept I’ll never drive a Ferrari. I wrote a guest blog for Beyond Romance in July of last year, and Lisabet has been kind enough to invite me back.

My previous post was called ‘Smut with a Smile’ because I write smut, and I smile when I read it back to myself in private. Just joking. I do write smut, but I try to include some humour within the stories to make the readers smile.

But for this post, I thought I’d explain how I tried to make my latest story a little darker. There is less humour, but still quite a bit of smut. Like my other stories, this one also features voyeurism, high-heels and a petite brunette.


In previous stories I’ve found some plots allowed for a variety of sexual scenarios without asking the reader to suspend their disbelief. In Stranger than Fiction it was easy, because my female MC was a figment of the imagination of a smut author. 



In the story Web of Deceit, my female MC ventured into the murky world of cyber-sex in chatrooms. There she was able to flirt and describe her fantasies, and things were fine until she decided the fantasies weren’t enough. I think I over-indulged in the freedom that story gave me, because it’s probably the dirtiest story I’ve written to date. But I’m hoping to top that with my WIP J

My latest release is called Midnight Mirror, and features (as you can probably guess from the title) a mirror that does strange things at midnight. It’s in the genre I’d call Paranormal-Erotic Romance-Voyeurism, or in other words, it’s a PERV story  

 

Okay, I just made that acronym up, although I suspect many others will have also used it in the past. It’s hard to find any pun that’s original, nowadays…

As it’s a paranormal story, this offered another opportunity for me to vary the mood and feel of the sex scenes.

Since I wanted it to have a dark, creepy atmosphere, I needed to find something spooky to focus on. As a kid with an over-active imagination, I was always wary of mirrors—half-expecting strange things to appear in the glass (and I wasn’t referring to my spotty, pre-pubescent face). Mirrors can be spooky for a whole host of reasons.

It’s a common occurrence in films for the person looking in the mirror to see either something behind them, or their own reflection distorted in some freakish way. I remember being really grossed-out by the bathroom scene in ‘Poltergeist’, where the guy peels the face of his reflection, the lumps of flesh landing in the sink.

So when I decided to try my hand at writing a spooky story, involving a mirror was one of my first thoughts. A mirror is also a good way of getting the voyeuristic aspect into the plot, so how could I not use one?

The first house I ever bought was an old derelict terraced cottage. A lady had lived there alone for many years, and after she’d died the house had remained empty for about four years. Many of my friends used to try and wind me up about it being haunted. I should admit up front that although I accept ghost might exist, I’ve never seen one. Nor have I ever experienced anything which can’t be explained logically (and ‘alcohol’ is usually the logical explanation).

But shortly after I’d moved into the house, I had a dream where I was sitting in the lounge when the ghost of an old lady walked through the room. She was wearing a raincoat and headscarf as if she’d just come in from outside, but the thing that scared me enough to wake me was that her eyes were repeatedly blinking at an impossible speed. I don’t know why that freaked me out so much, but it did.

As a result of that dream, rapid-blinking eyes also feature in the story.

Here’s the blurb, followed by an excerpt:

To brighten her dreary flat, Natalie buys an old mirror, soon finding that it isn’t what it seems. At the witching hour, her reflection takes on a life of its own. Natalie finds herself physically sharing the sex scenes taking place inside the glass.

Her mirror is her hot little secret until the scenes on the other side become disturbing, making her frightened to stay in her own home.

She knows she needs to overcome the force behind the glass, but the only thing she can think of is to use herself as bait…​​

x x x

Returning to the lounge to turn off the lamp, she glanced in the mirror on the way. As she looked, the eyes of her reflection started to blink repeatedly. Natalie stopped and stared, her own eyes not blinking at all. The room became cold, and she saw her breath condensing in front of her. Then the eyes in the mirror stopped blinking, and Natalie saw her own eyes staring back at her.

But it wasn’t Natalie in the mirror—or rather it wasn’t how she should have looked.

Reflected-Natalie had her face, but her hair was a deep auburn and cut shorter, the ends curled out from her face. She had bright red lips and looked like someone from an old movie. Her floral dress reached her knees and was fitted at the waist. The room behind reflected-Natalie wasn’t the living room of the flat. It was larger, with retro décor. It had patterned wall-paper and a rug that didn’t reach the walls. The floorboards showing around the rug were waxed to a shine. Framed oil paintings hung from a picture rail which ran round the walls at head height. Reflected-Natalie lifted her arm and straightened her hair, whereas real-Natalie stood stock-still. Rather than looking in a mirror, she seemed to be looking into a window from the past. The large mirror was like a TV screen allowing her to see into another world, but with no sound to accompany the show. All Natalie could hear was her own breathing.

Reflected-Natalie turned as the door on the opposite wall opened and a man in army uniform entered the room. As she watched from her own flat, Natalie knew this man was the husband of her reflected-self. He pulled off his peaked cap, showing a disfigured face—his scars a result of a fire. Somehow she knew the Wellington he’d been piloting was shot down over Germany during a bombing campaign, and he’d been a Prisoner-of-War for the last three years. Her reflected-self rushed to his arms, and Natalie heard sobs of relief break from her own throat.

Her heart boomed in her chest as she watched the couple in the mirror cling to each other, the woman kissing his scarred face, running her hands gently over the part of his head where the hair would never grow back.

Suddenly they were tearing at each other’s clothes, and warmth flooded between Natalie’s legs. The woman undid her husband’s uniform jacket as his hands struggled with the buttons at the front of her dress. They fumbled with clothes, still kissing. Natalie noticed the woman crying and felt tears on her own cheeks. As the man’s shirt was removed, the extent of the scarring on his upper body became evident. His wife slowed her eagerness, gently running her fingers over his red and wrinkled flesh.

Natalie watched, and she shared the woman’s anger. How could anyone have done this to such a beautiful body? The wife gently removed his shirt and vest, then started to kiss each inch of his blemished torso.

The husband undid enough of the buttons to allow her to slip the dress back off her shoulders and slide it down her body. She wore a cream longline bra and matching pantie girdle with built-in clips to hold up her seamed stockings. She quickly unfastened her bra, and as Natalie watched the husband bend to take a nipple into his mouth, she felt her own nipple being sucked and nibbled. She felt a need deep within her. The Natalie in the mirror hurriedly unclipped her suspenders and the husband dropped to his knees, carefully rolling the silk stockings down her legs. The girdle and panties were quickly removed, leaving forties-version Natalie completely naked. Her husband fumbled with his boot laces.

Natalie watched the scene, her heart racing with expectation, a strange impatience twisting her stomach. Finally his boots were removed and his wife was undoing the buttons of his uniform trousers. As soon as she pushed the trousers down his cock sprung free, sticking out hard and proud. The only scars below his waist were on the backs of his legs.

Natalie held her breath as she watched her other self encourage the soldier to lay flat on his back on the rug. The wife positioned herself above him and held his erection at the opening of her sex. As she lowered herself slowly down, Natalie experienced being entered, filled, and a groan escaped her lips. Her muscles gripped involuntarily around the phantom shape inside, and the lady in the mirror began to ride her husband. Moving slowly up and down, the wife watched his face.

x x x

At first, the mirror—although a bit freaky—isn’t really a bad thing. My MC has a couple of pleasant experiences, but then things start to get not so pleasant. She has to overcome whatever it is, and so obviously that means it’s time for her to put on her high-heels!

I’m happy with the way the story turned out. It’s different from the stuff I’ve written before (which sounds like I’m not happy with the other stories, which isn’t true. Honest), but I did enjoy writing it.

However, there was the constant temptation to add bits of humour. Although there are some lighter bits, I didn’t want to add something that would break whatever mood I’d managed to create.

When Natalie watches her reflected-selves having sex, she shares their sensations and their orgasms. She also experiences the men coming as an iciness inside her. One of the scenes she witnesses involves a version of herself being double-penetrated during an m/f/m threesome, and the urge to include the term ‘rectoplasm’ was almost over-whelming. But I resisted, and the story is (hopefully) better without it.

I like to think it’s my first example of ‘Smut with a Shiver’.

If it sounds interesting, you can get a copy here (among other places):

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/611333
My current WIP is not paranormal in any way. I’m back to the real-life shenanigans of a wife cuckolding her husband. There’s no rectoplasm or ghost-riders, but there is voyeurism. And high-heels. And a petite brunette. 

Oh, and I'm giving away a copy of Stranger Than Fiction or Web of Deceit (your choice) to one person who leaves a comment. Don't forget to include your email address! 



About Delores Swallows

Delores Swallows has many dirty thoughts, and during his free time he writes them down in the form of stories. Born and bred in the northwest of England, he has a commoner’s accent and a bit of a crush on his future queen (Kate, not Camilla!).

His stories often feature petite brunettes, high-heeled shoes and voyeurism. He claims he didn’t realise these were obsessions until someone pointed out how often they appear in his work.

If you would like to give feedback on his stories or contact him, you can do so via e-mail deloresswallows@gmail.com or twitter @deloresswallows




If you would like to get a free story and updates on all new releases, simply join the mailing list by writing to his e-mail address above.

The admin at Facebook don’t like his pen name, but he does have a profile under the name of Delores Jones, and that profile has a page in the pen name: www.facebook.com.deloresswallows

Check out his website for free short stories, blog and info on all his current and upcoming stories: www.deloresswallows.com