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Leda at the Fire & Flesh

LEDA: AN EXceRPt

“We’ve been through a lot you and I, haven’t we?” Chrys said sweetly. “I’ll miss you tonight, punkin.” And she leaned in and kissed Leda’s soft mouth gently.

No tongue, of course, Leda noted silently to herself. We both have to go to work now, no time for noogies; that’s the morning excuse. And at night—it’s late, she’s tired, and we have to get up early, she says. But I’ll do you if you want me to, she’ll say, if you need me to!

Leda suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to pull Chrys to her roughly, to open her lover’s mouth wide with her own and probe deeply with her tongue that soft, warm cavern; to feed passionately and hungrily from her mouth. What she wanted was to rip off Chrys’s conservative clothes and run her fingernails over every inch of that soft, lotioned and perfumed skin until it reddened with anger at her roughness, at her cruelty; wanted more than anything at this moment to force her lover down on the cold kitchen floor and bite her wickedly all over, then tie her, naked, to the table and take her with wild abandon, with all the heat that burned beneath Leda’s skin; let out the desperate, aching need that boiled beneath the surface of Leda’s calm exterior, the need to make her woman scream with desire and pleasure, to let loose the groans and grunts and cries of wild animal passion under Leda’s fevered command...

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PAssaGe: AN EXceRPt

"A huge black and white photograph of three beautiful women, nude, each in a different position of power or submission, filled an entire half of the far wall. Nina stared at the photograph, running her hand along the woman's curves, the stunning object of her desire: Carrie. She closed her eyes, imagining what the woman would feel like and remembering the past few months, the long nights–the obsession. Nina could almost feel herself on the bed in her room, feel the cool darkness. The room around her seemed to disappear as she remembered..."

aarona-griffin-author-passage-book-image

PAssaGe: AN EXceRPt

"A huge black and white photograph of three beautiful women, nude, each in a different position of power or submission, filled an entire half of the far wall. Nina stared at the photograph, running her hand along the woman's curves, the stunning object of her desire: Carrie. She closed her eyes, imagining what the woman would feel like and remembering the past few months, the long nights–the obsession. Nina could almost feel herself on the bed in her room, feel the cool darkness. The room around her seemed to disappear as she remembered..."