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Secret Narrative

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Ten hot, sexy novellas comprising more than 269,000 words, including:

Past Present by Secret Narrative
Eleanor and Matthew explore each other through a series of wicked erotic games and sexy tasks that stimulate her desire for submission, spanking and other pleasures, which she shares through her diaries. As their relationship develops, Matthew revisits his past and reveals his early learning at the hands of an older woman.

Urban Cougar by Secret Narrative
Predatory, rich, and ruthless, bisexual, Kat Francis fills her hedonistic existence with bondage and domination sex games uncomplicated by love or commitment. She surrounds herself with men and women who indulge her every desire without question. However, after the marriage of her daughter, Kat awakens to new possibilities.

Break it to Love by Secret Narrative
Predictable alpha male, Scott Worth, bumps into Sara, a former crush and instantly regrets accepting her invitation to a barbecue. But when he meets Sara's much younger sister, Lizzie, he's soon counting his lucky stars.

Acts of Pleasure by Poppy Phoenix
Join Poppy’s world of pleasure where she swings with her friends, seduces a young neighbour, fulfils her own dreams and others' fantasies with sex and romance. Poppy shares these events, some shocking and some amusing, but all are true and all are from her own real life experiences. They include multiple partners, old and young, threesomes, foursomes, bisexual, group sex, voyeur, spanking and other games as she and her husband Steven embrace the swinging lifestyle for their own pleasure.

Under Him by Adele Lee
Under Him is a true confession of Adele’s initiation, which takes place at the hands of handsome Rob. Adele has always loved worldly-wise Rob, who bribes her with the promise of gifts and cash. She sacrifices her virginity, little knowing that her initiation into the addictive pleasure of sex will turn her a Sunday Girl.

A Diary by Charlotte Caldo
Share Charlotte Caldo’s candid revelations in this sexy, full disclosure. Charlotte discovers her old diaries and exposes her past in an emotional journey of bad behaviour and wild antics. Follow her as she revisits numerous hot encounters, told in her own scorching, confessional words.

Poppy’s Party Pieces by Poppy Phoenix
Poppy says...I believe that the truth is often hornier, smuttier and sexier than fiction. I am happy to write smutty, real life sex stories for your amusement and satisfaction. I very much hope you enjoy Poppy's Party Pieces.

Kiss From A Ghost by Elizabeth Woodham
When Chloe Merrywell meets army medic, Dan Archer, her deepest nature is gradually transformed. Chloe embarks upon a journey of discovery and awakens to the delights of faithful sex. She unravels her past from her convent school education and the taste of girls to her seduction at the hands of charismatic Nicholas Kamarovsky. Chloe’s lifetime of learning isn’t easily undone; her former lovers taunt and tempt and she’s torn. The taste of her best friend Suzanne lingers and stimulates the memory of Sister Nuria as Chloe struggles to embrace convention and turn her back on the past for good.

Savannah by Daniella Cerveny
Daniella Cerveny describes the metamorphosis of her marriage as she and her husband embark on their swinging, sexual awakening in a series of stunning truths straight from Daniella’s big heart. She’s unafraid and is willing to try anything at least once. Accompany Daniella and husband Todd as they swing their way through a string of hot, searing sessions.

Generation Game by Secret Narrative
Sixty-something university lecturer, Sylvia Kent explores age-gap sex, and her new-found desire for steamy encounters with strangers, students, and colleagues.

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Secret Narrative

Love Potion 1, 2, & 3

A Delicious Hamper of Provocative Erotica

Copyright, ©, Secret Narrative, 2015

All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination, and any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The opinions expressed are the author’s own and are not representative of the views of the publisher or distributors.

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Cover image: ©Brenda Carson| Dreamstime.com

Warning: This book contains strong language and sexually explicit content that some readers may find offensive and which is unsuitable for persons under the age of 18.

Contents

Past Present

An older man, younger woman, contemporary erotic romance, packed with pleasurable themes. Eleanor and Matthew explore each other through a series of wicked erotic games and sexy tasks that stimulate her desire for submission, spanking and other pleasures, which she shares through her diaries. As their relationship develops, Matthew revisits his past and reveals his early learning at the hands of an older woman, triggering an awakening that shapes his future with Eleanor.

Urban Cougar

Predatory, rich, and ruthless, bisexual, Kat Francis fills her hedonistic existence with bondage and domination sex games uncomplicated by love or commitment. She surrounds herself with men and women who indulge her every desire without question. However, after the marriage of her daughter, Kat awakens to new possibilities.

Break it to Love

Predictable alpha male, Scott Worth, bumps into Sara, a former crush and instantly regrets accepting her invitation to a barbecue. But when he meets Sara's much younger sister, Lizzie, he's soon counting his lucky stars.

Acts of Pleasure by Poppy Phoenix

Join Poppy’s world of pleasure where she swings with her friends, seduces a young neighbour, fulfils her own dreams and others' fantasies with sex and romance. Poppy shares these events, some shocking and some amusing, but all are true and all are from her own real life experiences. They include multiple partners, old and young, threesomes, foursomes, bisexual, group sex, voyeur, spanking and other games as she and her husband Steven, aka, The Pervert embrace the swinging lifestyle for their own pleasure. Truth is stranger than fiction, an oft-quoted phrase that readily describes this account from self-confessed sex addict, Poppy Phoenix.

Under Him by Adele Lee

Under Him is a true confession of Adele’s initiation, which takes place at the hands of handsome Rob. Adele has always loved worldly-wise Rob, who bribes her with the promise of gifts and cash. She sacrifices her virginity and much more besides, little knowing that her initiation into the addictive pleasure of sex will turn her a Sunday Girl.

A Diary by Charlotte Caldo

Share Charlotte Caldo’s candid revelations in this sexy, full disclosure. Charlotte discovers her old diaries and exposes her past in an emotional journey of bad behaviour and wild antics. Follow her as she revisits numerous hot encounters, told in her own scorching, confessional words.

Poppy’s Party Pieces by Poppy Phoenix

Poppy says...I believe that the truth is often hornier, smuttier and sexier than fiction. I am happy to write smutty, real life sex stories for your amusement and satisfaction. I very much hope you enjoy Poppy's Party Pieces. Do drop me a line if you would like to chat, I can be contacted via the Secret Narrative website.

Kiss From A Ghost by Elizabeth Woodham

No matter where it starts, a story must have a hero. A journey. A story of love lost and found again. People adore making comparisons or to invent an artificial existence. Does anyone really know what is going on in someone else’s world? When Chloe Merrywell meets army medic, Dan Archer, her deepest nature is gradually transformed. Chloe embarks upon a journey of discovery and awakens to the delights of faithful sex. She unravels her past from her convent school education and the taste of girls to her seduction at the hands of charismatic Nicholas Kamarovsky. Chloe’s lifetime of learning isn’t easily undone; her former lovers taunt and tempt and she’s torn. The taste of her best friend Suzanne lingers and stimulates the memory of Sister Nuria as Chloe struggles to embrace convention and turn her back on the past for good.

Savannah by Daniella Cerveny

Daniella Cerveny describes the metamorphosis of her marriage as she and her husband embark on their swinging, sexual awakening in a series of stunning truths straight from Daniella’s big heart. She’s unafraid and is willing to try anything at least once. Accompany Daniella and husband Todd as they swing their way through a string of hot, searing sessions.

Generation Game by Secret Narrative

Sixty-something university lecturer, Sylvia Kent explores age-gap sex, and her new-found desire for steamy encounters with strangers, students, and colleagues. Explosive exploratory sex with teenage men.

About Secret Narrative

I adore predatory sex and enjoy all types of literature. My erotica is based on my own experiences and is explicit. I feature complicated characters and difficult themes, which some readers will find offensive. I like to explore age-gap sex and share my encounters in my stories. Contact me at the Secret Narrative website: Get a free story and stay up to date by signing up for the newsletter: http://www.secretnarrative.com

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Past Present

Contents

Eleanor

Falconworth: Restoration

Checkmate

Eleanor’s Journal: Ghosts

Eleanor’s Task: Figging

The Diary Room

Eleanor’s Journal: A Meeting

Eleanor’s Task Collared Puss

Eleanor’s Journal: Rolling in Blue

Eleanor’s Task: A Rest

Eleanor’s Journal: Oil and Water

Eleanor’s Journal: Cybersex

Eleanor’s Task: Shopping

Wraparound Silk

White Lady

Eleanor’s Journal: Eddie

Matthew’s Maid

Death in the Afternoon

Wicked Games

Eleanor

Eleanor took a pair of stockings from the dressing table drawer with a sigh. She regretted agreeing to go to the Jive Like It’s ‘45 Tea Dance Julie had organised, but there was no going back now, she’d just have to grin and bear it. Everybody was expected to wear period clothing and Eleanor’s bedroom was an explosion of clothes, her bed was buried under an avalanche of discarded items with more strewn around the floor. Seamed stockings wouldn’t be a problem; Eleanor always wore stockings. She would be authentic, and wear natural with a black seam running up the back. Admittedly, British girls in the early forties would have been unlikely to get hold of such luxuries, but that wasn’t an issue now. Eleanor hoped that the same applied to the tea, because a ration book would be the last straw.

She put on a tight black skirt that touched her legs just below the knees. Underneath she wore a black basque, matching panties, choosing a polka dot blouse tied at the neck with a bow, cinched in at the waist with a belt. She decided not to wear earrings; the average woman in the 1940s didn’t have pierced ears. She covered her hair with a black net snood, topped off with a jaunty black felt hat complete with a band of ribbon and a few feathers. Eleanor finished the look with brogue style shoes, a slick of red lipstick and a light mist of Chanel No.5. Her favourite perfume was created in the Twenties.

Arriving at the base, Eleanor was amazed to see that the hall set aside for functions was packed. Many were dancing to the band playing music from the war years. A function was always held in September, to commemorate the end of the Battle of Britain, but this was the first time a themed party had been arranged. Dotted around the edge of the room was an array of stalls displaying period products for sale. Original fur stoles and coats, leather gloves, hats of all shapes and sizes, all vintage. One woman was running a stall offering authentic hairdos and makeup. Stockings were available in original style packaging, and there were beautiful clothes for men and women. Eleanor’s friend Julie arranged many functions. As the Wing Commander’s wife, it was expected, but she also found pleasure organising everything and everyone, she was in her element. Her husband, like many others, was often away on tours of duty, but this month and for the next few, the squadron was at home. Many of the men were there and most wore modern RAF mess dress uniform.

“Hi, Julie, thanks for inviting me, will I do?” Eleanor gave her friend a peck on the cheek.

“Fab-U-lous, darling,” replied Julie, absentmindedly returning the kiss, and surveying the room over her friend’s shoulder, always aware of networking duties and always on the lookout for waifs and strays. “Over there beside the kitchen, there’s tea, cake, sandwiches, biscuits, or if you like you can have something stronger at the bar. I hope you enjoy yourself. I’ll catch up with you later. Do you want me to find you a table, or can you sort yourself out?”

“I think I’ll go and look at the stalls. I fancy having my hair done, and it will be nice to take this hat off. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ll come and find you if I get lonely.”

It had taken the beautician more than half an hour to put Eleanor’s hair into a ‘40s updo, but the result was stunning. Her thick, blonde curls were fastened into a pleat, secured with hairpins. Thrilled with the result and ready for a drink, Eleanor made her way to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. The band were playing The Lambeth Walk and their leader was giving instructions to dancing couples as they circled in pairs around the dance floor. It didn’t look too complicated; everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves. Eleanor crossed her legs and drained her glass.

“Buy you another? I’m Matthew Fletcher.”

“Eleanor Grant. Pleased to meet you. Yes, please, dry white wine would be lovely. Thank you.”

“Pleasure.” Matthew took the stool next to hers, and they waited in silence while the barman poured their drinks.

“Cheers. Do you come here often?” The laughing question reached his eyes, crinkling the corners. A perfect smile, white and even, and his eyes were brilliant, dazzling green, fringed with luxurious lashes. Eleanor tried to concentrate on what he was saying while also attempting to work out his age. His uniform was pristine, and a perfect fit, she assumed it wasn’t hired or borrowed, he was a Squadron Leader (retired).

“I don’t come here often,” she finally replied. “My friend, Julie… over there,” she pointed, “… invited me. She’s always trying to get me involved.” She smiled.

“I’m glad you came,” he replied, raising his glass in another salute.

The band switched to the slow tempo of The White Cliffs of Dover.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Thank you, yes.”

Matthew led her onto the dance floor and took her into his arms in a traditional hold. Eleanor wasn’t very accomplished, but he held her firmly, and she followed his lead

“I’ve not danced in a long while. I hope I don’t tread on your toes.”

“I doubt I’d even notice.”

They twirled around for three or four dances. Eleanor could feel a charged atmosphere building between them, she melted quietly into his arms as he held her ever closer, he smelled heavenly, and she fit perfectly into his embrace. Thankfully, they could hear each other over the music, which although loud wasn’t too intrusive.

“Excuse me.” Another man interrupted, asking to partner Eleanor. It was difficult to refuse, so Matthew reluctantly gave her up and returned to the bar and his drink.

Blast and damnation thought Eleanor as she watched him retreat from over her new partner’s shoulder. He’s splendid. His back, clothed in the blue-grey mess dress jacket was broad; she had liked the feel of it beneath her fingers. She realised he’d had quite an effect on her, but she gave herself up to the rest of the evening, and the dancing.

Later, she spotted Matthew and was surprised by a pang of envy when she saw him with an attractive woman. He also spoke to the man she had danced with earlier, and another who had asked her to dance too. After that, she didn’t see him again until the band leader announced the last dance. Matthew arrived at her side and held out his hand to escort her to the floor as the opening bars of We’ll Meet Again filled the room.

“I’m relieved to claim you before the end of the evening. May I see you home?”

Eleanor struggled to conceal her delight as she accepted his offer and a fizz of excitement bubbled inside her as the dance ended.

“I’ll just go and find Julie to tell her I’m leaving.”

“Don’t be too long. I’m dying to get you alone.”

Light headed, Eleanor hurried across the room.

“You have an escort home?” said Julie, seeing Matthew waiting by the door. “Divine, darling. Lucky old you. He’s divorced. I gather from Bob that Fletcher’s ex went off with a much younger man when he was on his last tour. Gossip, always gossip. Have fun, but do be careful, Eleanor.”

“He’s only taking me home, but thanks and thanks for inviting me. See you soon, I’ll call you.”