Saturday, 22 December 2012


Mandy’s fingers circled her clit.  She was so horny.  She hadn’t had a fuck for weeks.  Her pussy was dripping wet as she played with herself.
If only one of the guys was here to lick it for her.  She groaned at the thought.  So many gorgeous hunks to choose from and she was alone.  How depressing.
It had been a busy semester at the university.  Her nursing studies had taken precedence over everything, and that included men.
Her thoughts wandered to Damon McNally, and she sighed.  He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen.  If only he was here now fucking her senseless.
She’d never forget the first time she’d seen him naked.  She almost passed out.  He’d seen the fear in her eyes and had spoken softly, gently, before showing her just what he could do with that monstrous cock of his.
She pushed two fingers into her pussy and moaned.  Damon’s cock had filled her to the brim, reaching every part of her pussy.  And when he began thrusting inside her, tears had formed in her eyes.  Not because of pain but because of the enormity of the pleasure he was giving her.
With a shiver, she recalled the way he’d fucked her.  Long, slow and hard.  She’d come twice, and that was in the first forty minutes.  Damon could keep a hard-on for hours.
“Oh, God, I wish you were here,” she whispered.
Her fingers slipped in and out of her wet pussy.  She was so wet she could water the garden.
She circled her clit relentlessly, imagining Damon’s hot tongue there.  All the while, she plunged her fingers in and out of her throbbing pussy.  And that’s when she thought of Cole Sanderson and Brody Gray.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if all three hot men were fucking her at the same time?
She’d had sex with all of them at different times, and they fucked exceptionally.  She’d even told them about her fantasy.  To have more than one man at the same time. 
After speaking the words, she’d seen the hunger in their eyes and knew they were thinking about it too.
Mandy reached for her vibrator.  She needed something long and hard inside her to take the edge off.
She was going down the beach later and knew she would fuck anyone that offered if she didn’t have release.
The gentle whirring of the vibrator echoed in the room.  Thankfully, her flatmate, Eloise, was out and she could play. 
As she brought the vibrator to her pussy, she moaned.  When she plunged it inside her, the vibrations tore through her senses.
“God, that feels good,” she growled.
She pushed the vibrator in and out, time and time again.  Her fingers circled her clit harder and faster, and as her thoughts returned to Damon’s huge cock, she came.
“Oh, Damon!” she cried, as spasm after spasm ripped through her being.
The contractions went on and on.  Her breathing was ragged as wave after wave of pure delight washed over her.  She knew how to prolong her orgasm.  Damon did too.
Finally spent, she tossed the vibrator to the side and pulled the blankets over her.  She always felt cold after an orgasm.  If Damon had been there he would have pulled her into his arms and warmed her with his body.
“Shit!” she cursed.  She had to forget about Damon.  The man never called her.  He would disappear for weeks and then out of the blue he’d turn up and expect her to spread her legs.  Which she always did.
She told herself that she would ignore him, but one gaze at his gorgeous brown eyes and hard, muscular body, and she would do his bidding.
Damon was always in control and knew just how to push her buttons.   She wished she could get to him.  To have some semblance of control in their warped relationship.  But he was an enigma, and nothing she did or said ever made any difference to how he treated her.
“Damn you, Damon!” she said through gritted teeth.
She pushed the blankets aside and strode to the bathroom.  She needed to wash that man out of her head, and turned on the shower.
As the warm water cascaded over her body, she thought about Cole and Brody again.  Hopefully, she would hook up with one of them tonight and they would bring her back here and fuck her senseless. 
That’s what she needed.  A good fuck.  And then she’d stop thinking about Damon, and his warm tongue, and massive cock.
She groaned.  She didn’t think she’d ever forget that!

 ~ ~ ~

The night was cool as Mandy made her way to the beach, but the huge bonfire soon warmed the air around her.
Music blared, and people danced and drank and laughed.  She smiled and looked around for some familiar faces.
“You made it!” her friend, Annabel, shouted over the din.
She nodded.  “I had to get out of the house.  I was going nuts.”
“Glad you came.  Look,” Annabel said, pointing to a group of guys.  “Todd Lansdale’s here.”
Mandy laughed.  “And we know who’s got a ‘thing’ for him, don’t we?”
Annabel giggled.  “He’s gorgeous.”
Mandy smiled faintly.  ‘Gorgeous’ was a brown-eyed hunk that didn’t appear to be here.  “Have you seen Damon?” she asked.
Annabel shook her head.  “No.  He seems to have disappeared.  I haven’t seen him for ages.”
“Yeah, I know,” Mandy said with a sigh.
“But there are plenty of other guys.  Most of the football team is here,” Annabel told her.  “Why don’t we go and chat?”
“Okay,” Mandy agreed.  It was pointless waiting for Damon to appear.  Maybe she’d find Cole or Brody, or some other hunk.  Despite her earlier ministrations, her pussy was crying out for a pounding.
They moved closer to the group of rowdy students and were offered beers.  Mandy readily accepted.  She needed something to ease the throbbing between her legs. 
Todd Lansdale suddenly appeared and honed in close to Annabel.  “Hi, Bell.”
“Hi,” Annabel replied, giving Mandy an ethereal smile.
Mandy smiled back and took the hint.  She moved closer to the bonfire and drank her beer.  When she finished that one, someone handed her another.
It didn’t look like her three favorites were here, and everyone else seemed to be paired off already.   She may as well get blind drunk, and took a swig of beer.
As she gazed at the orange glow of the bonfire, she remembered another time.  Brody Gray’s image swam before her and she recalled their last encounter.
It had begun at the beach, at a scenario similar to the one tonight.  Brody had swaggered up to her, his green eyes shone bright against the firelight, and asked if she wanted to fuck.  Talk about surprise.  She thought she probably should slap him but the crooked grin he gave her had made her pussy purr. 
When he’d brushed a hand over her backside, she’d leaned into him.  His masculine scent had been intoxicating.
“My Place?” he’d asked and she’d nodded, unable to take her eyes off him.
When they’d arrived at his place, they hadn’t even made it to the bedroom.  Their clothes were off at the front door and Brody had slung her over his shoulder and laid her on the couch.
She took a breath as she remembered how he’d spread her legs and pushed his face into her pussy.  The throbbing between her legs intensified.  Brody had expertly teased and licked her pussy until she’d come multiple times, and when he thrust his long, hard cock inside her, she had almost exploded in ecstasy.
Taking a quick look around, she searched for him.  She could use a little of ‘cave-man’ Brody’s cock tonight.  She sighed when he was nowhere to be seen.  It was unlike him to miss a good beach party.
She took another swig of beer.  She was getting tipsy but she didn’t care. 
Her thoughts took her to Cole Sanderson.  His bright blue eyes were in sharp contrast to his dark hair and always had her spellbound. 
He was definitely an ass-man.  She’d been quite shocked at his fascination with her ass but soon got over it.  When his tongue had delved into that very personal part of her, he’d made her uncomfortable.  At first.  But he was obviously well practiced because she had turned to jelly under his scorching intrusion.
His fingers had worked in her pussy and teased her clit while his tongue thrust in and out of her ass.
She shivered at the thought and took another drink.  God, what was she doing to herself?  The guys were nowhere to be found and she was working herself up for nothing.
Surely, she could find someone else.  She had to douse the fire in her pussy.
She tried to get up but her legs were wobbly.  Great, she was drunk.  The worst possible thing to happen.  Drunk always meant horny.
The fire raged in front of her, making her sleepy.  Someone offered her another beer and she took it without caring who it was.  If she couldn’t get laid, she was going to get blind.

 ~ ~ ~

Mandy felt herself being swept up.  She was floating.  She tried to open her eyes but they felt as if they were glued shut.
She moaned and heard whispers around her.  Hands played over her skin.  Strong, masculine hands.  Slowly caressing.  Tantalising her flesh.
It must be a dream.  She’d had so much to drink.  Couldn’t remember much.  Her hands reached out and she felt soft cotton.  No beach sand.  Maybe she was home in bed.
Warm lips caressed hers and she opened her mouth in acceptance.  A tongue curled around hers and she tasted desire.
Her pussy began to throb.  She was still horny and getting more so with this insistent mouth on her own.
It was a pleasant kiss.  A familiar taste.
“Damon?” she whispered.  Her eyelids remained closed.
No answer.  
The mouth returned.   More insistent than ever.  Then scorched its way down her body.
Her arms were like lead weights.  She couldn’t move and had to accept what she was being given.
She should be afraid but she felt so relaxed.
A hungry mouth tugged at her nipples sending sharp tingles of pleasure up her spine.
And hands. 
Suddenly, there were hands all over her.  Too many for one man.
“Damon?” she said again but was silenced with a kiss.
A tongue thrust into her mouth.  Different from before.  Her heart picked up its pace.
She must be dreaming.  It was her fantasy.  Having more than one man at a time.  And she was not going to wake up and ruin it.
She curled her tongue eagerly around the one in her mouth only to feel another.  Between her legs.  And then another on her breasts.
What a dream!
Hands spread her legs further.  The onslaught between her legs made her whimper.  The mouth left hers and she said,  “Don’t stop.”
A chuckle echoed around her.  She knew that voice.  “Brody?” she asked.
The mouth returned and she knew it was.  Brody was the best kisser on the planet and beyond.  She was sure of that.
A tongue curled in her ear and sent a frisson of electricity through her body.  She heard a moan.
“Cole?” she questioned.
No one answered but she instinctively knew it was him.
God, this was a great dream.  Her three favorites all together in the same room.  And fucking her.
Instantly, the sensations of all three mouths turned into a torrid inferno in her belly.  She was going over the edge.
“Please,” she begged.  She needed this.  Needed it so bad.
The flick of a tongue over her clit was the catalyst that sent a roaring flame burning into her being.
She cried out as spasm after spasm tore through her.
The mouths didn’t stop until she was completely and utterly spent.  The contractions vibrated to the very end.
She took a deep breath as she returned to earth.
“Wow!” she whispered.  If only it was real.


Mandy struggled to open her eyes.  Her eyelids felt heavy.  She tried to move but it felt like her hands and feet were bound.  With a mighty effort, she finally managed to snap her eyes open.
Looking around the room, she realised she had been here before.  With football flags on the wall and trophies on the bookcase, she knew this was Damon McNally’s room.
What the hell was she doing here?  The last thing she remembered was partying with the gang down the beach after the footy game.
With a quick turn of her head, she knew she was bound for real.  And another thing, she was naked.  “Oh, God,” she murmured, wondering if her drink had been spiked.  Her head was pounding.
Hearing a door squeak, she spun her head.  Damon McNally swaggered into the room and smiled.
She frowned.  “Damon, what the hell is going on?  You better untie me,” she warned.
He chuckled, moving closer, and kissed her on the lips.  “But Mandy, this is what you wanted.  You told me so.”
“What?” she asked in disbelief.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Damon fondled her breasts, all the while, looking into her eyes.  “Don’t you remember?”
His touch gave her goose bumps.  She wasn’t a stranger to his caresses, but lying there, tied to his bed, was a new experience.  “I didn’t even see you at the beach,” she stated, as his hand moved over her belly.
“No, but I saw you.  We all did,” he declared.
“We?” she queried.
“Me and the boys,” he answered.
Her eyes widened.  “What boys?”
“Cole and Brody,” he replied, and moved to the door.
Mandy felt her heart race.  He couldn’t mean they were in the other room?  Her gaze was plastered to the doorway.

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Thursday, 20 December 2012

Spotlight on Taste

“I’m gonna be late,” Allie murmured under her breath as she slipped on her shoes.  Before she could turn, two strong arms were around her waist.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
She shivered in Kyle’s warm embrace.  “Work.”
“Take the day off.”

 Kyle wasn’t about to be rushed.  He continued his concentration on her clit, licking and gently sucking the sensitive nub.  Finally, he moved his attention elsewhere but didn’t abandon her clit altogether. 

He thrust into her with long, hard strokes.  Allie could feel herself returning to a place she had left only moments ago.  The man was good.  So good.

Gently caressing, she moved her hand lower and felt him flinch.  She looked up and met his intense gaze.  “You’re awake.”
“I had a little help.”
“So, you like this,” she replied, brushing a hand over his cock.  He hardened under her touch.

With his fingers stroking her silky pussy lips, Kyle’s mouth hovered over hers.  “But I could get to know you a little better.  If you’re game.”
His words excited her.  She was always up for an adventure.  “What did you have in mind?”

She twirled her tongue around his and felt light-headed.  He knew how to kiss.  In fact, he was an expert.  She moaned her pleasure and his fingers traced over her backside, drawing her impossibly closer before he touched the sensitive skin between her ass cheeks.

The tremors began beneath Kyle’s fingers and reverberated into her ass until her whole body shook with the force of the orgasm.  Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, the contractions unlike any she had ever experienced.

He pulled her into his arms for a quick kiss.  “I have a request.”
Her eyebrows rose.  “A request?”
His hand moved up her leg.  “No panties.”
“I don’t want you to wear panties to dinner.  In fact, I don’t want you to wear panties all day.”

She nodded and he began to fuck harder.  Oh, it was heaven being fucked over her desk.  In daylight.  In working hours.  Susan would come back from lunch soon.  Would they still be at it?  The thought shot through her like a missile.
As Kyle fucked her, she watched the birds in the sky.  She felt free.  And then she saw it!

“No problem.  I quite like the fact that you’re a powerful business woman.”
She looked at him in surprise.  “Really?”
“Yes,” he whispered.  “Makes it all the more thrilling to get you on your knees.”

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Friday, 14 December 2012

Guest Author - Trixie Savreux

Trixie Savreux lives in South Africa and has been working for the same corporate company for more than 27 years. With the children out of the house and independent, she and her husband are planning on retiring early and leading a more relaxing lifestyle.

Trixie has started writing a full length fantasy novel. Ever impatient she decided that she wanted to be published earlier than what her novel would be ready.

The result is a series of erotic short stories (The Handyman series) of which ‘Lighting Her Fire’ is the first. Here we meet Jason who is forced through circumstances to start his own handyman business. He has no idea what his future customers have in mind for him, and this brings some unexpected results.

In the second Handyman book, ‘Good Choices, Bad Choices’, Jason tries to find the balance between work and play and makes some blunders on the way. Women are after all not always easy to read or understand.

Trixie continues writing her novel but will also regularly publish further episodes of ‘The Handyman’ saga.

Excerpt from ‘Lighting Her fire’

“Time to let him taste my juices,” she said as she moved down the steps until her pussy was at the same height as Jason’s cock. She pulled him slightly forward by the base until the tip touched her outer lips. Using her fingers she spread her pussy lips, revealing its moist pink secrets.

For Jason the sight of this blond nymph bracketed naked between his body and the ladder, and playing simultaneously with her pussy and his cock was almost too much to bear. He longed to surge forward strongly and impale her, but managed to hold back and watch the scene unfold.

Dipping her fingers into the hot moisture of her pussy, Sandra coated the tip of his cock with her juices. Jolts of pleasure shot through Jason as she massaged the rim of the mushroom shaped head, raising gooseflesh across his arms and legs and causing his nipples to harden.

Excerpt from ‘Good Choices, bad Choices’

After a brief moment of indecision, her fingers curled slightly and her nails gently racked upward disappearing into the legs of his shorts. Jason’s indrawn breath hissed as one set of nails tickled his balls while the other ran up his shaft. He could feel his balls contracting with pleasure while his shaft grew harder and heavier. Reaching the engorged tip she used her fingertips to spread the pre-cum around the edge. Every time a nail gently nicked the soft skin of his glans, Jason felt as if small bolts of electricity ran straight from his penis to his nipples.

Resisting the urge to ravish her right there, he put a finger under her chin and lifted, tearing her gaze away from the hidden movement in front of her. Looking her straight in the eye he whispered hoarsely “are you into mud wrestling?”

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Friday, 7 December 2012

Welcome Author Anna Daly-McCabe


I have always wanted to be a writer. As a child I would sit curled up on the sofa reading books and dreaming of faraway lands with tall knights on black horses.
I am a 'latteholic' and a Belgian chocolate lover. Photography plays a huge part in my world and I literally photograph everything.
My pseudo-erotic Temptation Series' has been hugely popular and it has been followed by the summer series where we meet the girls from the original Temptation Series as they go on summer vacation. We catch up with them under tropical skies and see what they get up to.
I am thrilled to announce that there will be a novella 'A Christmas Temptation' where we meet the girls and some new characters as they celebrate the festive season.
I travel extensively and in summer I live in Sweden, my adoptive second home. Where I write and relax with my family.
I'm a keen photographer, and am rarely without a camera in my hand. I love to photograph seascapes, cityscape and woodland scenes.
I live on the south coast of Ireland.

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      A Christmas Temptation

    The girls are disappointed that they can't find a place to spend a fairy tale Christmas one last time so Lara suggests to Axle that they all spend the holidays together at Carstairs Manor. Only this time it's Axle who is playing lord of the manor.
   Lara discovers that it's not so easy to forget the stolen moments she spent with Axle in the hot tub and despite her fiancĂ© Tim being there with her Lara can't resist the temptation to seduce Axle in the great house.
  Things go awry when Axle's mother Lady Vanessa Carstairs VanRouten shows up with her toy boy lover Randy Zanzu....
    But will the ghosts of past temptations show up and can the girls resist a Christmas temptation....
    So why not grab a glass of mulled wine and a mince pie and sit back and enjoy the shenanigans of Axle and his women as they celebrate Christmas, in true temptation style....


**Lara was in the large bedroom that she shared with her fiancé Tim. She was changing for dinner. A wry smile crossed her lips as she thought of how Axle's mother had confused her with being his girlfriend. They did look good together.

She sprayed the perfume liberally over her breasts and then picked up her thong and put it on. Then walked over to the bed and looked at her siren red satin bra. Lara put it on and then caught a glimpse of her reflection in the long mirror. She looked very sexy and she was feeling very hot.

Earlier she had tried to make love to Tim but he was a little afraid that someone might hear them. This frustrated her because she knew that he wouldn't make love to her until they returned to London after New Year.

Lara pulled on her long silk stocking and sighed as she stuck her finger nail through it and the thread snagged. She stood up and put on her red satin robe and decided to go and ask Charlie if she had a spare pair of stockings.

She opened the door and walked down the long corridor. It was an impressive house and she was happy that they had all agreed to come here and spend their holidays.

As she walked down to Charlie's room she dropped her ring on the floor. She bent down and picked it up. As she stood up her robe fell open and she tied it again. This evening was not going so good for her, she sighed.

"Hey," A man's voice said behind her, Lara turned around to see Axle standing there without a shirt on. His tight abs looked sexy and she wanted to touch them. "The dining room is the other way." He teased. Lara laughed and glanced longingly at his package.

"I'm looking for Charlie," she said forcing herself to look up at him. He walked closer to her.

"Oh lucky Charlie," Axle said smirking. They both laughed.

"Behave yourself." She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and the robe slipped open again. For a moment they just stared at each other then Axle grabbed her arm and led her to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

He opened the door and turned on the light. Lara followed him inside and gasped when she saw the beautiful room. It was simply decorated in white wallpaper with small orange and red flowers. There was a large four poster bed. On the large dressing table there stood a chocolate fountain oozing with velvet Belgian chocolate.

"Mmmm," Lara murmured when she saw the chocolate overflowing like a waterfall in to the crystal bowl. "Whose room is this?" She asked turning around to face Axle. He was grinning as he stood like a sentry in front of the door.

Lara licked her lips as she just looked at him. She knew that she shouldn't be alone with him much less be in a bedroom with Axle.

"You look so sexy Lara." Axle said as he walked over to her and gently let his finger slide down the front of her satin robe and it effortlessly opened. He pushed it off her shoulder and she stepped away from it. She shivered under his intense gaze. Lara could hardly stand it any longer as she pulled his face down and kissed him passionately.

Axle took her in his arms and undid the clasp of her bra and released her breasts to his mouth. She moaned as his tongue began to play with her erect nipple, driving her wild with desire.

His hardness hurt as it pushed against her, she was weak, and she needed his hard cock deep inside her, teasing her, pleasuring her and bringing her to heights of temptation as he had done before.

"Axle..." Lara whispered as his hand caressed her lower back. "Mmmm..." His tongue driving her insane as it teased her breast.

She slipped her hand inside his pants and found his hard bulging cock. Lara moved her hand up and down on him as his mouth sucked her breast deeper and his teeth gently bit on the nipple.

As she threw her head back, her eyes fell on the chocolate fountain. Lara licked her lips and pushed Axle away. He looked at her confused but she just smiled at him and said:

"Take your pants off." He smiled and did as she asked. "And them." She said pointing at his boxers. Lara could feel her thong wet as she looked at the gorgeous erect cock.

She walked over to him and touched the tip of his pole with her slender finger. It was wet. Lara put her finger into her mouth and sucked deep on it. She could taste Axle's salty flavour on her tongue. She closed her eyes as she sucked her finger.

"Oh...Lara." He whispered as he tried to pull her into his arms but she just walked away from him and over to the dressing table. She glanced back at Axle and with her index finger she called him over to her. He was smiling broadly.

Lara put two fingers into the crystal bowl and when they were covered in chocolate she took them out and caressed Axle's hard stomach with them, smearing chocolate over his abdomen. She got down on her knees and began to lick his stomach gently tasting the chocolate and his skin. Both tasted good. **

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Lady Scout: The Maxine Anderson Story

                                                               ‘Glamour in a Man’s world’
    Maxine Anderson is a music industry executive and scout with a prestigious label in LA. Immersed in a predominantly male world and driven by the shame of her humble beginnings she will stop at nothing to get what she wants…And Maxine wants it all the Hollywood lifestyle and the glamour that goes with it!!
    In a reversal of the casting couch prevalent in Hollywood, Maxine uses her position to seduce young musicians who will do anything for that all important recording contract. Using her erotic intelligence Maxine climbs the corporate ladder and is in turn used by the rich and powerful men whose bed she shamelessly shares.
    Following a passionate and torrid affair with a sexy young rocker Maxine’s life is shattered when her daughter arrives at her Beverley Hills mansion with the same guitarist and announces that he is her boyfriend. Maxine can only watch on in horror as he reveals to her society friends the sordid details of their steamy affair and that he is responsible for her daughter’s new ‘career’ as a porn actress.
    Maxine desperately tries to help her daughter recover from her drug addiction and watches helplessly as Hayley is lured deeper into the sex industry. And so begins a mother’s revenge on the man she believes responsible for destroying her beautiful daughter.
    As she explores the seedier side of politics and business to find those responsible for her daughter’s demise Maxine soon realizes she is caught up in a web of corruption linked to the Mexican mob...


**“I was wondering if you would like to go get a cup of coffee?” Rob asked, he was grinning. He had a sexy smile.

“Yes.” Maxine said. “I would love one.” She opened the car and Rob got in beside her and Maxine drove away from the club.

As she drove along the almost deserted streets, she glanced at Rob. He was looking out the window. Maxine couldn’t imagine what he was thinking.

“Have you and your band got a record deal yet?” Maxine asked as she turned into the multi-storey car park. She drove into a space and turned off the engine.

“We’re still lookin.” Rob said. Maxine opened the door of the car and got out followed by Rob. She put her coat around her shoulders and they walked over to the elevator.

The doors opened and they stepped inside. As the doors closed Rob looked at her and asked:

“Wasn’t a great party then?” Maxine looked up at him and laughed heartily.

“What makes you say that?” She asked. He grinned and pushed his hair off his face.

“You came to the club,” he said. “It can’t have been a great party. Or maybe you wanted to see me.” Maxine turned to him and in a moment he had pulled her into his arms and was kissing her hard. He pushed her against the wall and began to kiss her neck moving his tongue gently to her delicate earlobe. She closed her eyes as she responded to him. His kisses burned her skin.

“Baby,” Rob moaned. “You are so hot.” Maxine ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers.

The elevator doors opened and Rob looked at her and smiled as she stood up straight and whispered.

“How about that coffee?” He laughed and they walked out onto the street. They walked for a block and as they passed a hotel Maxine looked at it and then led Rob inside.

“We’d like a room.” She said to the concierge. “With a sunken tub,” she added quickly. The concierge nodded and got a key and handed it to Maxine. She handed him her credit card and gave the key to Rob.

A few minutes later Rob opened the door of their room and the lights turned on as they entered. He whistled when he saw the bed. Maxine walked over to the drinks cabinet and opened it. She took out a bottle of champagne and handed it to Rob. She touched his arm and went over to the bed. She threw her coat on the chair near the window and sat down on the bed.

Rob filled two glasses with the champagne and handed one to her. She took the glass from him and took a sip. He sat down on the window ledge and looked at her.

Unable to stand his eyes on her any longer, Maxine got up and went over to him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. Rob stood up and began to unzip her dress. It fell to the ground and she moaned as he kissed her breasts. He lifted her up in his arms and brought her over to the bed and gently put her on it. He removed his t-shirt and covered her body with his. Maxine caressed his bare back with her long nails; she threw her head back. He was driving her wild. She felt as though she would go crazy if he didn’t take her.**

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