Showing posts with label hot raunchy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hot raunchy. Show all posts

Monday, 19 November 2018

Hi My Lovely Readers


Another day. Another dollar. Another story. Here is one of Jim Master's five new erotic stories evoking taboo thoughts and deeds.
  
Taboo: Kay is Satisfied
Another JIm Masters short erotic story just for you.

  I guess I was lucky. I’m a writer, not very successful. But my luck came from the Lotto win of nearly three quarters of a million. I’m in my late forties and on my own. I was planning on making a home in Spain but keeping a small property here too, as a fallback. I hadn’t told anyone about my win and I hadn’t gone wild. I’d bought a cheap small car and a bigger investment. Just over ten thousand on a second-hand cabin cruiser.

It was nearing time to go to Spain on an exploration trip when I hoped to find a property. Nothing expensive. I needed a marina for my boat, a place that was lively but not a drunken wild destination. I would write there and maybe would strike lucky with that. I wanted a place overlooking the beach and sea, and within walking distance of shops and cafes.

But that was the future. Right now I was down on the coast back home where I had a mooring in a marina. I was here a lot

I was getting to know the local shops and café’s now after a few weeks. I’d started taking my dirty washing home when I went but was soon using the local laundry wash, I’d found a couple of really friendly cafés, and the local boat yard had become a wealth of information and store for supplies and equipment.

The Laundry Service was a self-service place, a row of washing machines opposite several commercial driers. It was simple. I wasn’t rushed for time so I would sit and wait. Gave me time to think about my day and what I would be doing. Kay ran it with her daughter. They would take dirty washing, put it through the process and even iron for a modest amount. Some days they were really busy and others sat and chatted. Usually there was just one of them there except on Mondays and Fridays which seemed the busiest

It was a Wednesday and Kay came and sat with me. She was slim, but not skinny, she must have been at least thirty eight as Penny, her daughter, was just turned nineteen. But she looked about 28 years old. Kay was blonde, probably out of a bottle, her hair cut short and in a bob. She was average height, certainly shorter than me. She was always cheerful and smiling. I’d noticed she always wore bright red lipstick and had matching nails. She often wore red heels too. Maybe that should have sent signals to my brain. She usually wore figure hugging trousers and a blouse; often open one button too much for modesty, showing her breasts which looked firm and round. Now read on . . .  


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Abbie

Sunday, 5 August 2018

New Erotic Collection Carrie's Diary Volume One

Hi My lovely Readers and Listeners


New my first collection is ready for you now. The first volume of Carrie's Diary. On Audible audio books over 3 hours of listening, 105 packed pages on Kindle.  This covers February and March and is made up of 5 separate sexy adventures.This is Carrie's own story and read by the wonderful Harriet Seed who brings Carrie alive. Her voice conveys how she feels and what is happening, each raunchy adventure.

Carrie's Diary Vol. One covers her encounter working at a national exhibition with the Sales Director

who finds himself captivated by her. It continues with a flash-back to when she was 18 years and introduced to her lust for life and sex in all varieties. 

Carrie goes on to tell us about her first lesbian coupling, unexpectedly with her very good friend. Next Carrie is given a huge cash gift to entertain 4 uninhibited young bankers who want to let off steam in a private room in a top London hotel. Finally one of these bankers invites Carrie to a private members sex club which she hugely enjoys.

Here the opening words of the first encounter:


Dear Diary


About Me

   I’m starting fresh today. I’m going to write about my experiences and emotions. Maybe one day someone will make this into a book. So let’s start by telling you about myself.

   My name is Carrie and I love sex. Everything about it. I love guys who are older cause they are better at fucking. I love the chase. Finding a guy, single, married, mainly older and talking him into have a good time with me, naked and intimate.

  I’m now 24 but I’ve been like this since my 18th birthday when I was seduced by Richard who was much older and loved younger women. Well women who are between 18 and 22, any size, any shape and anywhere – so he said. We had a wild 3 days together. I learned more than any 18 year old should know about the art of sex and how to please a man.  That is another story and one you need to watch out for. It’s been my secret now for the last 6 years and maybe time to tell you about it.

   But back to now and me. I’m Carrie White, blonde, petit and attractive. Or at least that is what they tell me, family, friends and lovers. I enjoy dancing, shows and eating. I’m a pizza queen, but I go for food from around the world. I left school and went to college for a year to study Hair and Make
-up but I didn’t learn anything new so I left.

   I took a job promoting and merchandising. That meant standing in a Departmental Store or supermarket giving away samples or doing a make-up make-over. It was OK and I was doing what I liked, meeting new people and having fun. Wasn’t really like work.

   Then the agency said they were looking for photographic models to present products for magazines. I had some work over a few months and made some money but it was slow. I knew I wouldn’t make it big overnight so I kept up the promo work too. Then Richard came along and that’s when my life changed. He persuaded me to do nude modelling and that
lead to me losing my virginity. You’ll need to read about it in Richard Found and Trained Me

   Up until then I’d had a few boy-friends but nothing too serious. Most I went out with just a few times and got bored. They all talked about football and all tried to get me into bed. Quite honestly it pissed me off. In the car, at my home or theirs, even at a movie they all tried to get their hands inside my bra, up my skirt or down my jeans. And some wouldn’t take “No” without a slap. I was really fed-up. I had this schoolgirl idea of being a virgin bride when the right guy came along. Foolish thought now, powerful motivation at the time. So rather than be in a difficult position again I started just going out with the crowd.


Thursday 17th February


   So here I am on an exhibition stand for a major kitchen manufacturer – top end of course – dressed in red. Red blouse, buttons opened as far as I can get away with, red lacy platform bra showing my boys, a red mini shirt and red heels, high, high enough to accentuate my legs but also make them ache. I need to sit down. Who designed this? Must have been a man. I’m handing out brochures and trying to get people on to the stand where the sales crew will talk to them and try to sell. The sales guys all have a red shirt and tie matching my outfit, company colour.  They are all on commission; I’m on a flat day rate. Ok. It’s not peanuts but I could beat any of these guys on sales. Maybe I should try that in future. I’m sure my agency will be able to find some work for me. I’m staying in a hotel with the sales guys. I wonder who will be the first to try it on! Tough luck guys, you are all too young and in-your-face. After Richard I like older guys and I like a challenge.

Buy the book, KIndle or audio-book and have some good nights in. Low lights, scented candles, on your own or with a loved one for extra fun. 

Carries Diary Volume Two will be available in the Spring.

Thanks for reading my blog. Good reading and listening. The links are further down the page

Jim Masters





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Sunday, 27 May 2018

Hello My Lovely Readers and Listeners

New book now available on Audible to listen. Or you can read on Kindle. The paperback is available too. take your choice. It's Carrie & Gwen's Threesome FFM. I hope you'll love it. I've had some great feedback already.

Gwen and I were on a three day tan top up break in the sun. We met at the café and Frank was the perfect gentleman: attentive, filling our glasses but not forcing wine on us, telling us about the town, what to do and where to go. We told him we were just chilling out for a couple of days, catching up on our tans and spending time together. I guess we should have known what to expect when Frank placed his hand on our knees under the table. He was a dirty old man and wanted to fuck someone young. It was obvious by the way he kept looking
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at our breasts: my summery dress was low cut and I had a quarter cut bra so there was plenty to see, the same with Gwen, she wore a wrap-around that was pretty open at the top. She was bra-less and you could see the outline of her breasts through the flimsy material. Franks stroked my leg and his fingers walked up my thigh. I knew he was doing the same to Gwen. She was looking at me and raising her eye-brows slightly. I nodded back. I could see his arms moving as I glanced down which confirmed what I already knew. He stopped and squeezed the top of my leg. I wondered if he would go further. I wouldn’t mind. Up close he had an aura about him of authority, in a quiet way. I liked that. Now read on with this steamy hot erotic story.

Harriet Seed narrates this story and her voice is perfect. When she speaks and I close my eyes I can see Carrie in my mind. Listen and tell me what you think.

Today has been glorious and I've been sitting out in my garden (well patio really) full of green plants, some beginning to flower. I've had my orange bikini on and I'm trying to avoid those white lines so my bra is off and I have pushed the bottoms down as far as I can. Luckily I'm not overlooked, its very discrete. 

So take a look at the book and enjoy it alone or with your sexy partner.


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Love you all

Abbie  kisses galore. 









Friday, 27 April 2018

Hello Listeners and Readers

A new book from Abigail Andrews is launched. I'm told its a scorcher. That's what she hope she would hear. Here is the opening lines:


Diary

Wednesday 9thMarch
  
   The advert stood out like a streaker on Lord’s Cricket ground on a swelteringly hot summer day and a match day with packed terraces. “Are you ready to serve and be served as a gourmet feast for 3 insatiable gentlemen . . .?”
    That had me going. There was a mobile number. I rang it. A well-spoken energetic man’s voice answered. “Hello! John White. Can I help you?”
    “Er. Yes. I’m phoning about the advert.”
    “Are you free-minded young and attractive? We are looking for a young woman with serve dinner tomorrow night and entertain us.”
    “Yes! I’m 24 years old. I’m told I’m attractive and I’m up for some fun. Can you tell me more?”
    “Yes, of course. Can you send me a photo now please; just a selfie and I will call you back.”
    “I’ve just got up. I’m not really ready to take a photo.”
    “That’s fine. Don’t worry. Just send one anyway.” And he hung up. I found one I’d taken last week at an exhibition I was working where I seduced the Sales Director, John. And what a wonderful three days that had been. (See Carrie’s Exhibition Stand)
    The photo was me on the exhibition stand wearing the corporate outfit and looking pretty good, Immaculate make-up and hair high. The hair made me look like an efficient secretary, well an attractive office secretary.
     The mobile burst into life and I clicked to accept. “Hi. Thanks for the photo” the voice said “Very nice. Now there are four
 of us, all in our forties and pretty fit. We all have jobs in the city. We want a good looking girl to come and serve us dinner and then have some fun with us.”
    “Sexual?” I interrupted
    “Is that a problem? There’s £1500 for you and you’ll be home and tucked up in bed by midnight probably.”
    I tried to sound calm, £1500. Wow that was really going to help towards my apartment purchase. “Yes. I might be up for that. Nothing rough though. OK?”
    “Of course not. Now I will text the address and time etc. It’ll be around 7.30 we start but you can get in from 5 o’clock. In fact I’d like you to be there to greet us when we arrive at 7. It’s a hotel and the meal is delivered room service, so all you do is serve us.”
    “Ok. What is your name? How do I know you will pay me?”
    “Clipped, curt reply “I’m John, I said that when you first called. You will be paid; there is no doubt about that. £1500 in crisp £20 notes. Is that OK with you? Oh what size are you? There will be a uniform there ready for you” I told him I was a UK size 12 (I’ve got a good figure with good sized boobs, not a skinny flat chested model) and he hung up.

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Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Richard Found and Trained Me New book

Hi Guys and Gals
My good friend Abigail Andrews has a new book and audiobook now available. Just wanted you to know.
Here is the opener:
This is my diary entry for: Sunday 20th February
Nothing happened today.
My name is Carrie White and I've had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I'd been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I'd been born. My parents were still there but they didn't think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.
I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I'm quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I'd never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you'd call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the center of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.

   Today was a quiet relaxing Sunday so I’m writing about how my sexual adventures began, six years ago. 

   I’m now 24 but I’ve been like this since my 18th birthday when I was seduced by Richard who was much older and loved younger women. Well women who are between 18 and 22, any size, any shape and anywhere – so he said. We had a wild 3 days together. I learned more than any 18 year old should know about the art of sex and how to please a man. 

   I was 18 years old, well 18 years and 4 months to be exact. But I’d stopped saying years and months when I was about four. Now I’m 24 and so much has happened in those six years that I feel it’s been more like 16!!

   My name is Carrie White and I’ve had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I’d been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I’d been born. My parents were still there but they didn’t think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.

   I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I’m quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I’d never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you’d call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the centre of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.

   I stayed in a cheap hotel on the Bayswater Road for 2 nights. It was a doss-house. Well actually it was like a knocking-shop except the guests were couples who might stay for a couple of hours or overnight. I was busy looking for a job and spent time in the “lounge” as it was called; it was the ground floor rooms just opened up into a dining room and lounge area with small bar. Couples came in and it was usually older guys with young girls, about my age, all with too much make-up and cheap clothes, looking tarted up. Some had a drink then went to their room.

   I think the owners had wanted something different and it was decorated like the Arabian Nights, there were old leather suitcases covered in travel stickers from the past, there were Arabian style artifacts, probably cheap repros and rugs on the walls. It must have once had a certain charm but time had jaded and faded the place.

   My room was quite small, and followed the Arabian theme. There was a cheap corner shower and a wash-basin. The wardrobe and dressing table looked like it had come straight out of a junk shop, chipped, wooden, varnished with cup rings on the dressing table. I checked and double checked the sheets, wondering if the room had been used earlier that day by a copulating couple. I was happy to see there were no stains, the sheets smelt fresh, if in need of an extra ironing, and the pillows were ok too. There was a spicy incense smell throughout the hotel and I found on the first morning that joss sticks were burning, probably part of the theme.  

   I’d signed in with a young girl at reception but me the owner later in the day. He was an Arab called Ali, wearing a shabby suit, shirt and tie. I imagined he thought himself a real magnet but he was oily in the way he talked to me. I wouldn’t have trusted him out of
sight. But I was here now; I carried the important things like my driving license and passport and debit card, so I wasn’t too worried. And it was cheap. I found out the young girl worked there did everything from cooking breakfast, cleaning through and working as receptionist. Ali, the owner talked to her quite harshly and that worried me. But I soon found out that’s the way Arabs talk to all women. 

Ali would be in for a shock if he tried anything with me. . . now listen to the audio-book and enjoy as this turns into a hot and steamy three days with Carrie at 18 years old and Richard in his mid forties, and how he found her and trained her in all things sexual.



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