Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Here is a little teaser to get you in the mood for Desires
Desires—a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real. From BDSM to being a dog, Desires can provide it with bells on, if that’s your kink.
Stacie Clifford’s only desire is to regain her sexual confidence after her recent escape from an abusive marriage. She joins Desires looking for re-education in the joys of her body. There is only one condition; her contract states emotional attraction between tutor and student is forbidden. Stacie is fine with that; her heart is so battered she has no desire to give it to anyone else.
Then she meets her instructor, Dan. Instantly attracted, at first Stacie thinks it will help to make her sexually comfortable with him. But when she realises she is falling in love, she can’t tear herself away, contract or no. Stacie knows that, no matter how kind and caring Dan appears, he’s just doing his job. Can Stacie overcome her own Desires and walk away?
“So,” Angel continued without a break, “tell me a little about yourself, your personal life and the last time you had sex, as well as your turn-on points.”
Sex. Even the word scared Stacie. She needed to answer Angel’s questions but her mind had gone blank. Maybe I should just leave. Just stand up and walk out. That’s the easy option. But if I give up now, that’s one more thing I’ve failed at. I have to do something.
Stacie gathered the courage to answer Angel’s questions. “I work for a fashion magazine. I’ve worked there since leaving college. I was married to a violent monster who drank himself stupid, and demanded sex. He also hit me till I was black and blue. I have no children, thank goodness, and no friends. I live for my work. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. The last time I had sex was with the monster. What turns me on? I have no idea.” There, that should shut her up.
Angel didn’t miss a beat. “You must have some idea what turns you on.” Stacie stared at Angel, full of puzzlement. Angel leaned back in her leather chair and played with her pen.
“Do you like your breasts played with or do you like the man to dive straight into your knickers?” Angel gave as an example, staring at Stacie.
Stacie glared back at Angel’s abruptness. “First I have to get to know him.”
“Good point, so you like…what, chat?”
“I guess…No…yes…I like to get to know him before…you know.”
“So you’re not a quickie girl?”
“God, no…I like romance with a meal, dim atmospheric lighting, a bit of flirting and sweet talking.” Stacie’s eyes misted at the fantasy before Angel’s sharp voice interrupted.
“You like a bore, then?”
“No…I like chitchat. I am not the kind of girl to open my legs that quickly.”
“So you like the build up? You want respect?”
“I want to be respected. Yes.”
“Then what, chat, coffee and sex?”
“Not on the first date!” Stacie answered, annoyed.
“But why?” Angel fired back.
“Don’t you think that’s desperate?”
“Not necessarily. It depends who you are and what you’re after. Some girls aren’t bothered about who they are with, it’s what’s inside the trousers. Other girls, like yourself, prefer the build up. Also, it depends on whether you’re just after a one-night stand or a relationship,” Angel said, leaning back in the leather chair before continuing, “Now. Turn-on points, breasts or—”
Stacie decided it was like going to the doctor with something embarrassing. Best just to say it. “I like my breasts to be caressed.”
“Excellent. I need to make a few notes,” Angel started to write on the clipboard. “When was the last time you masturbated?”
Okay, now that really was too much! This woman was just too intrusive. Stacie stuck out a mutinous chin.
“I need to know, Stacie, or I can’t properly help you.”
Oh God! “Quite a while ago. I have completely lost interest.”
“Because of your ex-husband?”
“I guess so. In the beginning of our relationship it was okay, but then once the ring went on my finger he changed. Out went the romance and flowers. Along came the booze, drugs and violence. I guess I’ve forgotten what love-making is.”
“Sounds like he did an amazing job of messing you up. He’s made you feel worthless and abused you mentally as well as physically. I give you full credit for gathering the courage to come here and attempt to regain what I call the joy of life. Love-making is the most amazing feeling with the right person, and I promise you, we will help you.” Her brisk tone had gone, to be replaced by gentle compassion that made her seem an altogether nicer person. “However, there is one thing. You are here to be taught and not, and I repeat not, to fall in love,” Angel said, sitting forward and looking Stacie directly in the eye.
Book 1: Desires
Book 2: Touching Angel’s Desires
Book 3: Desires’ Secrets
Book 4: Embracing Desires