Sinful Pleasures: An Anthology of Erotic Tales
August 20, 2017
Sinful Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful Pleasures.
Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre.
Janine Ashbless
Ella Scandal
Sonni de Soto
Jo Henny Wolf
Lily Harlem
Lady Divine
Gail Williams
Samantha MacLeod
Tony Fyler
Ellie Barker
Lisa McCarthy
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Excerpt
from “The Butterfly Waltz” Sinful
Pleasures
The phone rang and Michael’s
muscles tensed. He stared into her pleading eyes for a moment, his hand
hovering over the piece of plastic. “I’m really sorry, honey. I need to take
this.” He pushed her off his lap and scooped the phone from the table, placing
it to his ear. “Rob, talk to me.”
Amy stood, unmoving
apart from the clenching and unclenching of her fists. Getting out of bed to
work on the day he’d promised to her was bad enough, but to push her away as if
she meant nothing…. What to do? Her mind spiralled. Earlier she’d been capable
of walking away, but now she’d had a taste of what was missing and it tore into
her heart like a dagger. She took a step back, reaching for the door handle,
her eyes never leaving the back of his head.
You’re not seriously giving up are you?
Her hand faltered on
the cold metal.
Who is more important, you or them?
I am, she told herself.
He’s not going to do this. Come on, girl, you love a challenge. Amy moved
around the chair into Michael’s line of sight. He placed a hand in the air,
fingers splayed. No, five minutes wouldn’t do anymore. From now on, if Amy
wanted attention, Amy would damn well get it.
Ignoring the hand
gesture, she knelt in front of him, her hands deftly undoing his jeans. He
stared down at her, eyes wide, his lips mouthing the word 'no' as she moved
from button to button. He was hard already. His erection pushed against the
faded denim and she rubbed her hand against him, letting her nails grate over
the top of the taut fabric. A hissing sound escaped from his mouth and he
scrunched his eyes closed at her touch. Placing a hand over the receiver,
Michael whispered, “Please, don’t.”
“Stop? I wasn’t going to,” she replied, a smile
playing across her face as she slid her fingers through the opening in the
jeans and wrapped them around his shaft.
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