| Author: | Hunter Darkly | ISBN: | 9781516329786 |
| Publisher: | HunterDarklyErotica | Publication: | July 20, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Hunter Darkly |
| ISBN: | 9781516329786 |
| Publisher: | HunterDarklyErotica |
| Publication: | July 20, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Stacey has all sorts of lists; things to do, places to go, clothes to wear, shopping to buy. Stacey is a very organised woman.
She also has a list in her head, a personal checklist that she applies to every date. So far, no one has come close to ticking every box. Stacey’s list is comprehensive and demanding and few are up to the challenge. Not everyone’s into that sort of thing, after all.
It’s Vince’s last chance. Stacey is doubtful whether he is up to the challenge but is willing to give him one last chance, one more go at ticking all of her boxes…
Excerpt:
She looked at the clock. It was half past six. Vince wouldn’t be there for another hour, the dinner was in its pot in the oven, nothing really to do apart from putting on a bit of make-up. She could watch a bit of television she supposed… those eyes though, and that neat line of jaw that just begged to be kissed. She stretched out on the bed, careful to lie down next to her clothes and not on them. She began to think about her special check-list, the one that would never be written down on paper, she began to apply it to Vince and stroked idly at a breast as she did so. No boyfriend had ever ticked all of those delicious boxes and she doubted that Vince was going to do it either; he’d only managed to check one box so far; the kissing box, which he’d passed with flying colours… Stacey’s hand moved over her stomach, the fingertips just stopping at the soft curls of her blonde mound… maybe he’d tick a few more tonight.
The final box would be a problem. It was her gold standard.
The thought of it made her little chest rise and she felt colour flush her cheeks. She slipped open the drawer of her bedside cabinet and removed the open paperback book that acted as a very poor disguise and reached beneath it for the familiar friend that would soon lose its cool plasticity and begin to warm to the heat of her body.
That final item…
Almost subconsciously the pink head of the dildo made its way to the groove of her…
Stacey has all sorts of lists; things to do, places to go, clothes to wear, shopping to buy. Stacey is a very organised woman.
She also has a list in her head, a personal checklist that she applies to every date. So far, no one has come close to ticking every box. Stacey’s list is comprehensive and demanding and few are up to the challenge. Not everyone’s into that sort of thing, after all.
It’s Vince’s last chance. Stacey is doubtful whether he is up to the challenge but is willing to give him one last chance, one more go at ticking all of her boxes…
Excerpt:
She looked at the clock. It was half past six. Vince wouldn’t be there for another hour, the dinner was in its pot in the oven, nothing really to do apart from putting on a bit of make-up. She could watch a bit of television she supposed… those eyes though, and that neat line of jaw that just begged to be kissed. She stretched out on the bed, careful to lie down next to her clothes and not on them. She began to think about her special check-list, the one that would never be written down on paper, she began to apply it to Vince and stroked idly at a breast as she did so. No boyfriend had ever ticked all of those delicious boxes and she doubted that Vince was going to do it either; he’d only managed to check one box so far; the kissing box, which he’d passed with flying colours… Stacey’s hand moved over her stomach, the fingertips just stopping at the soft curls of her blonde mound… maybe he’d tick a few more tonight.
The final box would be a problem. It was her gold standard.
The thought of it made her little chest rise and she felt colour flush her cheeks. She slipped open the drawer of her bedside cabinet and removed the open paperback book that acted as a very poor disguise and reached beneath it for the familiar friend that would soon lose its cool plasticity and begin to warm to the heat of her body.
That final item…
Almost subconsciously the pink head of the dildo made its way to the groove of her…
