Punish Me:
Kayla is tired of her husband’s passive behavior
and finds herself in the arms of Shawn, her sexy, muscle bound personal
trainer. He takes her for a wild ride, which has them stealing time to sneak
around town to ravage each other’s bodies, taste each other and driving each
other wild. He spanks and dominates her in ways that her husband won’t. It’s
Kayla’s favorite kind of punishment…
EXCERPT:
When I felt Shawn’s belt crack against my naked
ass, I felt every bit of that raw leather hide, and felt the force that he put
behind it. By now, he knew my body like the back of his hand, and which buttons
to push. He knew how hard to go, while easing up when necessary.
And I wasn’t made of glass, so I wanted him to
punish me.
“Oooh, yeah. Spank me, daddy,” I said, as I
stared at the ground, with my ass in the air, bent over his knee. I wiggled my
sexy buns, so that I was in perfect position for more strikes. He was spanking
me hard and making me horny with each lash of the belt.
Skin on Skin:
Marissa’s idea to go to a Jamaican nude resort
with her husband backfires, as he scoffs at the idea, and is more content going
forth with their dull, boring, sexless marriage. With tears in her eyes,
Marissa goes back to the travel agency, and is seduced by a handsome, charming,
intelligent Jamaican man who works at the agency. This kick starts a fling that
features the naughtiest, most exciting moments, including doggy style with
Marissa bent over furniture, reverse cowgirl and loads … ahem, LOADS of mouth
play.
Can Marissa take the Jamaican heat?
EXCERPT:
Thankfully, no customers stopped in for help
during the last hour, because Marissa was having the time of her life. She
never would have guessed that she’d meet a stranger and become so engaged. She
had spoken with Sean more than she had probably spoken with her husband in the
last year.
There was a sexy charm about him that she
couldn’t get enough of.
“I’m telling you. You would have had a
magnificent time,” Sean said.
Marissa took a sip of her drink and let it swish
around in her mouth before swallowing. It was delicious.
“Well, how do people get over the whole naked
part?” she asked.
Sean smiled.
“There’s nothing to it, but to do it. They have a
prude side and a nude side—nobody uses the prude side. People want to be free,
they just have to get over themselves and have fun. Isn’t that what life is all
about?”
He let the question linger. Marissa nodded her
head. It absolutely is what life is about.
Here she was, in this moment, with a handsome
professional black man who owned his own business, knew how to treat a lady and
traveled back to a paradise island a few times per year.
“Remind me against why I’m still married,”
Marissa said jokingly.