The Curvy Sister
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He captured me, lifted me off my feet, and I held on like my life depended on it. He felt amazing to me, strong and warm and mine. He’d shrugged out of his tux jack and his white shirt was filthy, but I loved looking into his eyes. I was covered in scratches and mud and I was soaked through from head to toe, not entirely unlike our first night together, but he looked at me like I was perfect. And it felt amazing.
“If anything had happened to you…”
“It didn’t.” I touched his face. He touched mine.
Behind him I could see the farmhouse, still standing, a few missing tiles on the princess tower but otherwise undamaged. I looked up at him and shook my head.
“You bought me a farmhouse.”
“Yes I did.”
“But I don’t want it.”
He groaned and shook his head. “Of course you don’t.”
“Not unless you’re going to be there, too.” I leaned on my tiptoes so our lips nearly brushed. “Stay.”
“I never intended to leave,” he said, just before kissing me madly.
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Thank you for reading The Curvy Sister, a title in the CURVES & CORSETS line of short stories and novellas. As a buxom lady myself, I wanted to create a world of beautiful girls with real curves and the hot men who love them. Curves & Corsets are steamy reads with heart and heartache, chance and adventure. The heroines are all plus-size beauties, curvaceous, voluptuous, and voracious. They don't want to take up as little space as possible. They're loud, clever, and mouthy as hell. These girls don't just have curves, they've got attitudes and are hell bent to be kissed every day and often.
I hope you enjoy these real girls and real curves. I know I do!
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Then don’t miss my two part erotic romance The Submissive Behind the Mask #1: Bondage & Curiosity. Kat Koile has known Josh her whole life. He’s her older brother’s best friend. When Kat attends a private adult Halloween party, she discovers Josh, a dominant, is giving a demonstration on rope bondage play. Josh can’t take his eyes off her, but she’s been like a kid sister to him all his life. And yet, he can’t bear to let another man dominate her instead…
One party will change everything.
Short excerpt from The Submissive Behind the Mask #1: Bondage & Curiosity :
What I knew was that I felt deeply, inconsolably vulnerable in this position and the only solace I found came from the heat of Josh's body standing protectively behind mine. At least, that's what I imagined he was doing, protecting me as it bound me to him literally as well as emotionally.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on my heartbeats. At first, and especially when he touched my body with his full, strong hands, my heart had raced out of control until I thought I might pass out. Twice I considered safe wording when I thought I was going to pass out from panic, but both times he'd sensed my unraveling control and reassured me. I could still feel his mouth against my skin and the husky, growly voice that had praised me for my submission. The panic eased both times until I could breathe and now that I knelt at his side, his rope holding me still, the sense of adrenaline soaked excitement and terror eased away and left behind a strange sense of comfort.
The ropes did not hurt and, in fact, weren't uncomfortable in the slightest. I felt a deep stretch between my shoulder blades through my biceps down to my tail bone. I let out a breath and sank forward into the stretch, allowing my body to relax against the binds. They constricted, tight enough to hold me together even when I felt at my wildest.
"I'm..." The words fled from me. I couldn't articulate what I was feeling if I tried and to my relief Josh seemed to understand. His hands, long familiar to me, stroked the length of my arms over the bumps of rope pressing and stretching my skin, down to my elbows and back up. He captured my hair in his hands, wound it around his fingers and pulled until my head tilted back at his control, the pressure very lightly painful.
"Shhh, it's alright Kitty Kat, take your time. You're doing so well, sweetheart." I recognized Josh's deep timbre, but it wasn't the voice I heard him use day in and day out at the bar. This one vibrated along my spine, deepened to the core of me. His praise warmed the blossom of pleasure I'd felt earlier between my legs when he told me he liked to dominate young women and I understood. I understood the vibration in his voice was desire, barely restrained, extremely private, and wholly my doing.