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DARING INTERLUDES - three erotic stories

Please be aware that the excerpts below contain sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios

Daring Interludes - click for larger versionDaring Interludes is a trio of three hot and edgy erotic stories, each one a different game played by a pair established lovers.

In The Concubine, Merry spices up Rick's convalescence by telling him one of her super sexy stories and transporting him to a fantasy kindom where a beautiful and sensually accomplished courtesan serves her lord and master.

Silver Screen is a walk on the wild side for the heroine when she's compelled to take breathtaking erotic risks at the behest of her wickedly imaginative lover.

Vickie and Terrence both have sexual secrets, and neither quite knows what's going on in the other's head when they're in bed, making love. But one day, Vickie reveals her Naughty Thoughts... and discovers a brand new, thrilling Terrence. A powerful man who likes to play spanking games. Also available separately here.

Approximately 10,000 words/22 pages.

NB. these stories have all appeared separately as contributions in the printed anthologies, Obsession, Sweet Confessions and Women in Lust.

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Excerpt from The Concubine

"I'm bored. Tell me one of your stories... One of those naughty little sex fantasies you're so good at. Oh, go on, have pity on me, Merry."

"Do you think that's such a good idea, under the circumstances? You know you're supposed to be taking things easy."

"Oh, please, love... I'll take my chances. Give a man a break."

"I would have thought you'd had quite enough of those already."

"Don't worry, I might have broken my ankle, but the rest of me works just fine."

"That's just what I'm afraid of, Rick."

"I'll behave, I promise."

"Oh, very well then. Just because it's you."

"You're a star, love. I love you, you know that, don't you?"

"I should hope so, you sweet talking devil. Okay, are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin..."

*** *** ***

The night was hot and sticky, and as the air pressed down heavily on her skin, Merissa the Fair looked down at the man on the couch before her and tried to will herself into his fitful dreams.

My Lord, I'm here. It's me, Merissa, your concubine.

In a swirl of flimsy silk and satin drapery, she crouched down beside him, letting her fingers glide over the cushion strewn couch because she dare not yet touch the man himself, or allow herself to caress his beloved skin.

"Alaric," she murmured, touching his hand. He stirred slightly, sighing in his sleep, and Merissa prayed that he was free from pain. Most of it was over now, but there were still some terrible moments.

Could he be feigning sleep? she wondered. He was a brave man, and as proud and regal as befitted his long, noble lineage. Did he feel humiliated by his own defenselessness at this time? Ashamed that he couldn't pull her body to his, then crush her beneath him in a fierce act of sex.

But sleep or no sleep, sex or no sex, there was no denying his beauty. For as long as she'd been aware of him - from afar, or closer than close - Merissa had always adored her handsome prince. And always been astounded that a man so male could at some times look so exquisite. Granted he had a beard, and a ferocious facial scar from an earlier battle, but his bold masculine features had a purity and finesse that was spine-chillingly ambiguous at times. Merissa loved this magical quality, and was completely bewitched by it; but she also loved his virile physique, his athletic skill and strength... and last, but by no means least, his potent, substantial cock.

She couldn't see that now, alas, but she could see almost everything else. To be as comfortable as he could in the intense summer heat, her beloved was naked. Well, almost naked. His body servant - a conscientious soul, ever mindful of his master's dignity - had respectfully covered the princely genitals. A swathe of shimmering ocean blue silk was draped across Alaric's groin. It was roughly the size of a handkerchief, and sheer at that, but apart from a broad white bandage protecting a chest wound, it was the only thing covering his lean, magnificent body. Thinner now, and with numerous freshly healed scars, he still retained in full his power to enflame her senses effortlessly.

And there were new delights to savor. His fair, lustrous hair had gone un barbered for many months, and it fanned across his pillow now like tangled golden silk; his beard, that'd once been so precisely trimmed, looked thicker and wilder and deliciously dangerous like that of a rogue or a pirate.

There are no two ways about it, Merissa, she told herself, he's quite perfect. Slowly, she let her gaze drift downwards to that nominal wisp of azure silk. And the mighty treasure she knew it barely concealed.

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