| Author: | Aster Zhen | ISBN: | 9781476289076 |
| Publisher: | Aster Zhen | Publication: | June 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Aster Zhen |
| ISBN: | 9781476289076 |
| Publisher: | Aster Zhen |
| Publication: | June 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
A hot date with Mistress turns into something more... much more! From public masturbation to double penetration, is there anything this submissive can't handle?
Dinner and a Show is a 4200 word (16 page) short story.
Warnings: strong language, explicit erotic content and adult themes. For mature audiences only.
Extract:
"Take them off."
I blinked stupidly, then understood her intent. I grabbed my purse before getting to my feet.
"No." She pointedly looked at my chair. "You can do it here."
I slowly sat down and glanced around. The restaurant was only half-filled, the harpist playing pianissimo, the conversation reserved. I adjusted the napkin on my lap and scooted closer to the table.
I peeled back the hem of my skirt, trying not to wriggle too much and draw attention to myself. With a few tugs, I wrestled them off my hips. Once they were past my knees, I used my heels to hook them off one leg and then the other, rolling them up and stuffing them into my purse.
"Show me," she said.
I brought my purse up and opened it so she could glance inside. Amelia nodded, and I put my purse aside.
"You've got some work to do, if you want dessert."
A hot date with Mistress turns into something more... much more! From public masturbation to double penetration, is there anything this submissive can't handle?
Dinner and a Show is a 4200 word (16 page) short story.
Warnings: strong language, explicit erotic content and adult themes. For mature audiences only.
Extract:
"Take them off."
I blinked stupidly, then understood her intent. I grabbed my purse before getting to my feet.
"No." She pointedly looked at my chair. "You can do it here."
I slowly sat down and glanced around. The restaurant was only half-filled, the harpist playing pianissimo, the conversation reserved. I adjusted the napkin on my lap and scooted closer to the table.
I peeled back the hem of my skirt, trying not to wriggle too much and draw attention to myself. With a few tugs, I wrestled them off my hips. Once they were past my knees, I used my heels to hook them off one leg and then the other, rolling them up and stuffing them into my purse.
"Show me," she said.
I brought my purse up and opened it so she could glance inside. Amelia nodded, and I put my purse aside.
"You've got some work to do, if you want dessert."
