In between my ups and downs I’ve had some real fun these last couple of weeks writing two summer specials and had plenty of naughty role play, testing out the scenes.
My first story which is free this week and for a short period only, Watching the Detectives, is a special where my very own favorite character, Scarlett, gets herself tied up in trouble and takes events to the extreme to get her way.
Next week we’ll have our very own Beach Reads exclusive where Scarlett gets to break new ground in the Caribbean with an FFM no-holds-barred special. But that’s next week!
This weekend we have three amazing promos lined up for you with some fantastic reads. My best author friends and I have put together a trio of unique freebies just for You. Anyway, look out for more details further down the page. Stay with me!
Right, so let me bring you up to speed… last weekend’s newsletter confess!on was canceled at the last minute!! I had a hot and personal story that was way too hot, so we set it on fire and let it burn off into the ether. Never to be spoken about again. Well, not after I give you a brief explanation and then we can move on.
Last week, I wanted to give you my story of Freddie and his boyfriend Kevin who came to visit me during the final weekend of the Cannes Film Festival, but to tell you the truth, I knew in my heart we’d gone too far, and events had gotten way out of hand.
My sister and I have been close over recent months and not just because she lives with me. We’ve been sharing lovers, and that includes Freddie and Kevin. So, with them as our house guests, it wasn’t too long till the lines became blurred and for once it wasn’t me who started it. It happened, and I can only leave you to your own imagination how it ended up.
If I’m being completely honest, and I can say this now, it was more than likely the reason Juliet left me. But hey, sometimes you have to take in on the chin, right? She’s still my special friend and lover which is all that matters to me.
We tried to bury the event thinking we could get past it, but no, I’d made a monster. I made my bed, and I had to lie in it. The more I think about the long weekend in question, the more I want my memory to be erased.
My new obsession Jane had been with me for seven whole days — my sister was climbing the walls. Enough was enough, so I packed her off to stay with Freddie and Kevin and my little black book of lovers in New York. I’m sure it’s what she wanted all along…Hmmm, I might not see her again!
Life goes on, and I always want to be moving forward. I have my friends who rally around to keep me afloat when I’m in need and then there is Jane!
I’m quite sure she’s crazy! She was hooked from the beginning, as was I with her — she wanted to try everything with me. Jane already had vast voyeuristic knowledge of seχ and now she was learning at an exponential rate from every source possible. She has now become a version of me!
I’ve often wondered how people perceive me, now I have an insight, even if it is somewhat biased.
Her favorite thing right now is seeing which one of us can withhold from 0rgasm the longest. This is not new for me, I’ve been into Tantric seχ and whole-body 0rgasm for a long time, that and teasing the life out of my lovers to the point where they beg me to give them what I want. Yes, you read that right, what I want! This is where I get off – being in control.
Jane and I were both playing for control in some of the most extreme ways. And I must say we were rewarded with experiences which were out of this world. We took our night-time pastime to new unknown ends.
Now Jane has become me, and I was beginning to think my life might become the plot of a strange European movie where it is taken over by my lover. Jane was talking about quitting the army and focusing her talents on more leisurely night time pursuits.
I never tell someone what to do. I listen to their wants and try to help them sort of their dreams and whom they want to become. I’ll then take the part of their best encourager. With Jane, this hasn’t exactly been my usual textbook sortie. She was without a doubt confused, and I wasn’t helping the situation. Had I created another monster or was she on the verge of having her breakthrough?
Writing isn’t her thing, but, she does like the idea of joining me in my confess!ons as well as creating them.
At this point, my short-term house guests have an epiphany or whatever each person likes to call it when they have an extreme experience away from the norm. A friend joked with me a few days ago that I provide a free therapy boot-camp and when could she sign up. If only she knew!
You may think I’m painting a slightly less than pretty picture of Jane, please understand, I’m not. She is a fun and loving girl, and I was trying to help her fulfill everything she wanted to be and then for her to get on with her life. To figure out what she wants.
If I am a second or third Dan black belt (self-confessed) when it comes to my skills in the bedroom, then Jane is definitely a higher grade, maybe a fourth or fifth, and without question a lot tougher than me. She is a soldier and can run rings around me in the gym, despite being older than me (I thought I’d get that in).
Or so I thought!
She asked for some space and took off for the day in my car to explore the coast and have some alone time, so she said. She came home late to find me worrying that something had happened to her. She turned up after dark and had trouble sitting down. She made an excuse and told me she was tired and needed an early night. Her face was flushed, she was hiding something.
“Sure, okay whatever you want,” and I let her go.
It was strange because she is usually rampant after not seeing me, like when she slept all night, even if she has had a sleep by the pool, she more or less jumps on me for seχ and is either grop!ng me or throwing me down on the bed. Something was up!
I found her in the shower, but she wouldn’t let me in. “Are we finished”, I asked?
We’d reached our crisis point?
She looked at me with her sad but joking eyes and stuck her bntt out of the door to show me her new tattoo.
“F**k…what does that say?” She closed the door and stared at me through the glass;
I’m Livvy’s little sl^t.
“What the f**k did you do that for? I shouted so loud she flew out of the shower and threw her arms around me. “I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it. I met up with one of my old girlfriends and told her all about you. She told me I should do it.”
“Why, as a joke?”
“No, no, it’s me saying you win. This is me being submissive to you. We’ve been f**king each other like crazy these last few weeks, and I didn’t know how to stop it. Your sister told me you never back down and I was getting scared.”
“She was scared of me? Holy f**k. You know having someone’s name tattooed on your a** has meaning?” “Yes, but don’t worry, I’m going back to the Army next week, and I have at least three months before I can be released. When I do, I’d like to see you again. I know we’ve not talked about it, but if you like to see me, then I would get some work and an apartment close by. I just want to be part of your life.”
F**k this was real and too crazy. “I don’t want to be tied down and married to you. I already have one crazy b***h that obsesses over me…” ouch that came out wrong!
Her head dropped, “you’re right,” she climbed back in the shower, and for once in a long, long time I just didn’t know what to do. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of wine and went outside to look at the moon.
I heard her coming for me, “take me to bed you little sl^t, and we can talk about the full terms of my surrender.
I had a gut feeling everything was going to be okay.
“Next week, I’m going to have one of your book covers tattooed on my thigh,” she told me as she dragged me to the bedroom.
(The events in this story took place some years ago.)
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