Desires from Holly J. Gill

Coffee with ColetteGood morning, my dear readers! Here's hoping this week is proceeding more smoothly than last. Although Friday night did end on a high note for me: I signed my second contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for a new release this July! But that is a topic for another time.
This week on Coffee with Colette, I am joined by fellow Secret Cravings Publishing author Holly Jody Gill, and with what she and Nikki Blaise have cooked up, the coffee isn't the only thing that's steaming! In fact, she has two excerpts for you—one  scorcher I've included at the end that should come with a warning: Read at your own risk! 
 ~Colette

Desires—a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real. From bondage and dominance to being a pampered pet, 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?

Excerpt from Chapter 1

 

     Stacie walked up the three wide steps leading to the large entrance porch of the imposing Georgian building. The bitter winter air made her nose hairs cringe and seemed to batter its way in between the buttons of her thick wool coat. She took a deep anxious breath wondering, not for the first time, why on earth she was there. She glanced back at the car park, overhung by snow-clad trees. Her little car glimmered in the pale light of the winter moon. She could just walk back to the still-warm haven and drive away. But her feet wouldn’t obey the sensible part of her brain that told her to go, and go now! The snappy wind blew her hair into her face. She brushed it away and turned her attention back to the innocent-looking door.
     There was an intercom situated on the right hand side of the old oak double doors. Her life had to change—she knew that. She had to try, or she’d be forever wondering.
     Stacie stepped further onto the porch and glanced at her reflection in the darkened glass pane inset into the door. She tried to peer through, but could see nothing. It’s like the privacy glass on celebrity limousines, she thought, then shrugged. She fumbled in her handbag, and brought out her lip gloss, applying a quick sweep. It did nothing to calm the expression of trepidation on the face she saw reflected back to her, but at least now she had shiny lips. She tried to gulp down the nervous lump in her throat, and pressed the buzzer.
     There was a pause, then a woman’s voice came over the intercom. “Hello. How may I help you?”
She started to speak, but nothing came out of her suddenly tightened throat. She cleared it and tried again, whispering, “Stacie Clifford. I have an appointment.”
     “Have you got your code?”
     “Oh, um, yes, one second.”
     Stacie began digging in her bag for her phone. She accessed her emails and found the reply they’d sent to her initial inquiry. She stared at the innocuous-looking four-digit code they’d included in the reply, and her stomach churned. Was it dread or excitement?
     “Hello? Are you still there?”
     The tinny voice brought her back. “Yes, sorry.” She read the code aloud to the woman and exhaled. It was done.
     The door lock released. Stacie pushed on the heavy door and walked through, letting it swing shut behind her. The welcome warmth of the establishment hit her cold face as she stared around, ingenuously open-mouthed. She stood in a large high-ceilinged hall. The floor was ancient satiny polished wood, probably the original flooring. The walls were decorated in a deep warm red, lined with huge oil paintings. Small tables bearing large houseplants were tucked into corners.
     Stacie made her way down the hallway, her footfalls echoing in the passageway. Several oak doors led off the hall on each side. She wondered what lay behind them. Hopefully she would soon find out. Then her attention was caught by a large picture. As the subject matter registered, her mouth fell open again. It pictured a group of people having what could only be described as an orgy. They sat naked around a table laden with food and drink, some sitting and eating, others embracing each other, or sprawled on the floor, doing what came naturally. Gluttony and lust exemplified. Well, what had she expected?     (Scroll down to end for "Adult" excerpt)



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Proceed at your own risk: Adult excerpt from Desire



Stacie glided her fingertips over her naked arms, the sensation sending quivers throughout her body. Her tension trickled away, her shoulders dropped and her breathing slowed down. Stacie felt her inner vaginal muscles tighten of their own volition.
She began to move her hands more quickly over her body.
“No, Stacie, take it slowly and enjoy the sensation,” she heard him say in a quiet voice.
She listened to his command, placing her hands back on her tummy to knead the area. The lower part of her body jiggled with pleasure. How could she be turned on just by touching her own stomach and arms?
“Where would you like to touch yourself next?”
My breasts, was her immediate thought. Here it is. Can I really play with my own breasts in front of a total stranger?
Pretend he’s not there, she advised herself. But he is, she argued back. In the end, her hands, despairing of her pathetic indecisive brain, decided the matter and headed north by themselves. One brush of her fingers against her sensitive nipples and she wondered why she’d ever doubted Dan. Her breasts were swollen and responsive. She let out a tiny involuntary noise as she cupped both breasts together, squeezing them, sending pulses running around her body like shockwaves. An image came into her head of Dan moving behind her, taking over, touching her, fondling her. The thought shocked her to the extent that she almost stopped, but after a second, decided to go with the fantasy. Fantasy Dan placed his hands on either side of her waist, sliding them across her stomach and up to her breasts. He caressed her breasts and lifted them up, rubbing his thumbs over them.
Then she nearly jumped ten feet in the air when she felt real, warm, man’s hands on her waist. “Keep your eyes closed,” she heard him say. She felt Dan’s fingers stroke her waist through her blouse, then his fingers moved away. She almost protested, but then she felt him start to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. Her own fingers froze.
“Are you okay with this?” he said, pausing.
Am I? Stacie wasn't sure, but her head nodded all by itself and Dan continued with the buttons. Her only thought then was that she wished she’d worn a sexier bra, but then she’d thought she was coming here for an appointment. She hadn’t expected to start straightaway. The blouse slithered off her shoulders and she wondered if Dan would take off her bra also. Dread and hope warred within her, and the disappointment when he made no move to do so cut deep.
Stacie kept her rhythm, moving her fingertips over her lace-encased flesh, the sensations even more intense through one less layer of material. Her nipples poked hard through the bra cup and she tweaked them between her fingertips. She found herself grinding into the bed, pussy twitching, whilst her fingertips ran over her ultra-sensitive skin.
She wished Dan would come back. She wanted to feel those warm hands on her again. She half-opened her mouth to ask him, then chickened out.
But there was no stopping her fantasies. Her mind ran crazy, as she continued to touch and knead and caress her breasts. She heard Dan moving away from the edge of his stool and her heart almost leapt out of her throat. Stacie held her breath.
She felt him move behind her on the bed. Touch me! her mind screamed. She felt his hands on her back, unclasping her bra. Stacie moved her hands from her breasts, allowing the bra to drop onto her lap. Now. Touch me now! She leaned back into him, feeling the heat of his body behind her. But he still made no move to touch her so she seized her own breasts, imagining him lowering her to the bed and taking her. She floated her fingertips over her aroused nipples sending white-hot sensations bolting around her body. She pinched harder, the pain pleasurable. Her pussy throbbed almost unbearably, seemingly on a direct link from her breasts.


Comments

  1. Thank you so much Colette, is perfecto, love it :) and thank you for having me ;)

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  2. amazing book. i read on ebook. but I now have on paperback. once you start reading am sure you wont want to stop. Brilliant Auther

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  3. amazing book. i read on ebook. but I now have on paperback. once you start reading am sure you wont want to stop. Brilliant Auther

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