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Hi My Lovely Readers and Listeners And here is the good news OVER THE EASTER BANK HOLIDAY I've reduce the price on Kindle to 99p to give you something to read and enjoy over the holiday. STARTING THURSDAY 29th MARCH So a treat for you. The first erotic story I wrote over a year now. Since then I've re-written parts and added a whole section. I hope you enjoy reading and listening as much as I did writing and narrating.     It's short and sweet, less than an hour. And you can listen discreetly on your mobile device whist travelling to work. It'll wake you up and stimulate your feelings. I've already had some good feedback. When I published the short original version these were some of the comments.   I.V. Wow...Ya wouldn't believe it if I told ya...giggles...Very erotic and saucy hot...smile CB  - Ah, great ending and scorching sex throughout! TR  - Oh I think you got your moneys worth. well done, neat story W315  - awesome story I think I might pick up...

Hi Readers This Sunday only, 25th March, you can pick up Artist Alfie Trains his Young Model for FREE . Normally £2.99.   Alfie is an artist and is approached by Jenny who wants a portrait painted for her mother. When Alfie tells her his usual fee she realises she just can't afford it. Eventually she agrees to do some photographic modelling for Alfie and one thing leads to another. This short story will waken your inner sexuality. It is hot and steamy.  Here is an excerpt to whet your appetite. As Jenny looked at the new shots Alfie stood behind her and as he leant over to move each shot on his wrist and arm touched her, and he manipulated it so he brushed against her tits. She didn’t do or say anything. Alfie pulled his arm back and soon his fingers were now against her and as his fingers crept forward they cupped and took a silky soft firm breast. He could hear Jenny take a loud breath but she didn’t complain. Alfie leaned forward so his lips were against her ear. “You ...

Hi Listeners After an experience with a webcam model I was unable to keep this locked away in my mind. I had to share it and here it is. The story starts thus:    I gunned the car down the road. It was busy, rush hour but I needed to be home. She was waiting for me, lying out on her bed in my favourite lingerie. Skimpy black lacy low-cut front fastening bra and matching French knickers, with room for my fingers to crawl up her thigh and straight to her smooth, hairless mound, her pussy lips still withdrawn to show a pencil slit, awaiting the adventure she wanted every night.    The rain fell down in sheets. Difficult to even see the car in front sometimes as the wind swept across and sheets of water fell, whilst water was thrown up from the road. Ahead the lights were green but with about a dozen cars in front would they stay green or flash over to red? Impatiently I tail-gated the car in front. He glanced in the mirror and pulled away to leave a distance between us,...