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for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of
erotic scenarios
Blurb
This was not what Natalie had expected. The angry thing she held in her
hand didn't seem to belong to the mild, shy man she'd believed she was sitting
next to. He felt powerful. Primal. Dominant in a way that bypassed all words.
She wanted to get down on her knees and...
Pride comes before a fall... but what if the descent becomes the wildest ride
of your life? Two sisters - Natalie and Patti - become rivals when they challenge
each other's daring on a dark, downward spiral where nobody is quite who or
what they seem, and where transgressing sexual boundaries is the norm.
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Excerpt
Feeling massive second thoughts, Natalie looked around. God, there wasn’t
even enough room to do anything! The cubicle was tiny, and Teacher was tall,
and not insubstantial. They would certainly have to do it standing up. Do whatever
it was they were going to do… Natalie’s mind blanked as the train
jerked and swayed across a set of points.
Bracing herself, she reached into her bag for a lipstick, then - as best she
could - painted her mouth. Scandalous Red, it said on the end of the slim black
tube, and that made Natalie grin and pull herself together. Highly appropriate,
she thought. How much more scandalous could you get than getting it on with a total stranger
on a train?
It was mad. Downright dangerous. Gross and disgusting. But even so she didn't want to turn back now.
As she stuffed the lipstick back in her bag, there was a soft knock at the door,
and as her heart revved up, Natalie saw a fleeting inner image of Patti, her
half sister.
God, would Patti do this? Natalie paused with her hand on the door’s locking
mechanism. Her sister was so quiet, so imperturbable, so safe, so unimaginative.
Which was probably why her husband had left her, vacating their pristine suburban
bed after only a year or two of marriage.
Suddenly it was the thought of outraging Patti, as much as the man outside,
which galvanised Natalie. She slid the lever to unlock the toilet door.
For a heartbeat, she wondered whether it was just someone wanting the loo who’d
knocked, then absolute certainty kicked in and she schooled her features into
a mask of non surprise.
Her shy teacher’s face was picture. Almost every emotion a man could feel
was in it. Fear. Doubt. Horror. Total lust. This man hated himself… but
he was still here. He wanted her even if it meant a descent into hell as a consequence.
The door had only been open for a fraction of a second, but it seemed like an
age. Hearing other travellers approach, Natalie said nothing, but grabbed Teacher
by the sleeve and hauled him inside.
‘I -’ he began, his brow furrowing furiously as he could get no
further. He seemed incapable of coherent speech - or action.
For a moment, Natalie’s doubts welled up. It was the first time this had
happened to her too, and the weight of responsibility seemed to squash down
her libido.
Good God, men! They either knew too much or, in this case, too little. When
was she ever going to find one who was just right? Losing her patience, she
slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers.
‘I’m Steven… My name’s Steven,’ he gasped in the
second she drew breath to kiss him.
And I’m Natalie, pleased to meet you, she thought savagely as his mouth
opened to her tongue. His own tongue lay quiescent, warm and malleable, but
as she teased and badgered it with hers, she felt his hands come up and curve
around her back. His long fingers spread against her through the jersey of her
top.
So, not so useless after all…
Natalie’s spirits rose as Steven’s grip strengthened, and finally
he fought back at her with his tongue. Pressing her body to his, she could feel
the exceptional erection she’d explored back in the carriage. There was
no diminution in its size or hardness, in fact it seemed even more imposing.
He’d shed his jacket now, and she imagined him walking down the aisle
after her, unable to disguise the telltale bulge. She wound her fingers into
his thick, soft, curly hair and mashed her lips against his, conscious of smearing
Scandalous Red across both their faces.
‘Please… I… what do you want?’ he gasped as they broke
apart, the lurid lipstick like a badge of sin around his mouth.
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