Out
Now—Sexy Just Got Kinky: Kinks to Make you Think
by The Brit Babes
(@8britbabes)
Blurb:
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.
Available
from:
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More buy links (including print): http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk/p/sexy-just-got-kinky.html
*****
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!
Website: http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk
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