I wasn't sure what I thought about him at first. He was a rather quaint man, with his cavalier demeanour and suave, savoir faire. I've always found myself naturally suspicious of anyone I found more charming than the average person. So I observed. I watched him intently as we spoke. I made a mental note …
I’d never felt so luxurious in my entire life. I lay sprawled across the chaise longue, clad in a buttery robe of dusty rose silk he so kindly gifted to me. The robe draped open, unabashedly displaying my naked skin just for him to see. The Gentleman always said he liked the colour on me …
Lily stamped the snow off her boots on to Jake's welcome mat. Locking the door behind him, he helped her out of her coat and hung it on the stand next to his. She rubbed her palms together, cupping and blowing on to them. 'Better?' Jake asked. Lily nodded. 'Much better, thanks.' 'Do you want …
He gripped at the soft hemp bindings round his arms, snugly bent and bound behind the back of the chair, ankles bound to the legs. His eyes were bound with black satin while his mouth hung open, every muscle almost painfully tight, begging her for release as she rode him. He so desperately craved to …
I adore slow sex. If I had to pick only one type of sex to have for the rest of my life, it would be slow sex. I love a fast, mind-blowing hot fuck as much as the next person, but there's something so wonderful about slow sex that just tops it for me by …
Becoming Violet Grey 