Sexy
Just Got Kinky
Kinks to Make You Think
By the Brit Babes
Synopsis
Tantalise
your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone
ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks,
whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet
your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.
Featuring
stories by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, K D
Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.
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Excerpt from The Anonymous Life by Marissa Farrar
It
started with a photograph.
A single,
crazy, adrenaline-filled moment of madness.
I’d had
enough of being ignored, of being the maid, the chef, the chauffeur to my
unappreciative family. I dreamed of the days when men used to drop to their
knees before me in the streets. They’d beg to buy me drinks, just to get me to
spend a little time in their company, and, if they were lucky, snatch a kiss
and take me home to their bed. Now, I was invisible. A mother, a wife, a
housekeeper. I longed to be seen as something sexual again, and so I took the
photo.
I made
sure not to include my face. I didn’t want to be identified. Instead, I held
the camera on my phone with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other, squeezing
them together so the tops lifted and rounded in globes. My nipples peeped
between my fingers, crinkled and hard. The lighting wasn’t perfect, and I had
no idea what filters to use, but that didn’t matter.
I posted
it online.
It was on
one of the popular social media sites, known more for its raunchy posts than
some of the others. I’d used the site to watch porno GIFs often enough, but I’d
never had the guts to comment or post something of my own.
Until
now.
I gave
myself an online name—theanonymouslife. All one word.
It was
only a single picture, but already my emotions surged up inside me, making me
feel alive—a mixture of excitement and guilt, and horniness.
Already,
I was addicted.
I stayed
on the computer, checking for comments and reblogs. People liked my tits, it
seemed. More than my husband, who hadn’t laid a finger on me in forever. There
were a couple of negative notes, but I brushed over them in favour of the
positive ones. Damn trolls were everywhere.
I don’t
know why I got such a thrill from posting my picture online, or why I’d even
felt the need to do it at all. Maybe there was anger in me, a resentfulness I
couldn’t shift, and posting the photo felt a little bit like revenge. Or
rebellion. I resented my husband for plunging me into a life of celibacy that
I’d never asked for. I’d always been a sexual person, and still was, but now
sex was denied to me. My children stole my body away, though they never asked
to do that, and I would never hold them responsible. I love my kids. They are
the one thing that keeps me walking the straight and narrow when all I want to
do is run, screaming, throwing off my clothes and frustrations as I do so. I
dream of a future alone, where I can pick and choose men as I please, allow
them in my life for a short while, only to continue alone once more. Sometimes
now, I feel like I barely have enough time to have a thought to myself without
being interrupted. I can feel the years slipping away, knowing I’ll never get
them back. I’m only in my early thirties—too young to be this dried up person
already—and the thought of the rest of my life as a sexless woman terrifies me.
I love my husband, I do, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me
anymore. He’s always too tired from a long day at work. I don’t know if he has
no interest in sex in general or if it’s just me that no longer excites him. I
can’t say I blame him. After seeing the births of two babies, I’m not sure I’d
excite me either. But I can’t bring myself to break up our home, can’t stand
the thought of the hurt in our children’s eyes if we separated. Plus, he’s a
good guy. I like his company, most of the time. We’re just missing that
important element.
So,
instead of dealing with the real problem at hand, I took the photograph.
It was
harmless. I wasn’t hurting anyone. But quickly I discovered one picture was not
enough.
About
The Brit Babes
So who
are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing
steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind,
we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong,
determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid
to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure are the name of the game, romance
and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a
whole host of awards, bestsellers and accolades between us, we just know you’ll
find something to keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Visit
the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of
books published by us and hosts special guests every Monday. You’ll find links
there to our FREE anthology too. Tell your friends, spread the word, because
one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has arrived!
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