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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Series Blast & Giveaway: The Experiences Series by Simone Freier @SimoneFreier @sparklebooktour

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The Experiences Series by Simone Freier

About The Series-

Beyond 50 Shades … Way Beyond!

The Experiences series is an epic love story of erotic relationships and sexual desires. Written in a ‘literary realism' style, the series introduces Sam in the prequel, and the blossoming of his intimate relationship with Kelly as the series progresses. Fantasies and real-world adventures coalesce to mold a unique bond between unlikely lovers. Where needs are mutually satisfied in an open, creative and trusting environment. Where physical and mental boundaries are pushed. Where the concepts of love and sex are never confused, but sometimes confusing. Where openness is required and intimacy is expected. And where fair-is-fair, regarding the punishment of transgressions.
Audience: Mature 18+ ONLY - Genre: Erotica, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Women’s Literature - Format: Ebook (MOBI, EPUB) and Paperback - Publisher: OTK Publications - Cover by: OTK Publications - Editor: OTK Publications

“Can’t wait to read the next one!”
“It will leave you questioning your own beliefs on sex.”
“Pure adult fun!”
“Full of surprises for the reader”
“Freier’s characters have substance; they are three-dimensional, fully formed characters. It takes a talented author to create that type of character as well as a story that is larger than its plotline would suggest”
“If you liked 50 Shades of Grey, don’t miss out on this. 5 stars!”
“It’s erotica that holds nothing back”
“Freier has an intoxicating way with words”
“I kept on turning the pages, and wanted to read to the end”
“Experiences are more than just your typical erotic novels; there is substance to them, and lessons to be learned”
“This is truly an exploration of emotion and the complexities of love in the modern world”
“The characters are rich and believable, while the eroticism is thick and lush”

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The Evolving Fantasies and Fetishes of a Gentleman # 1
Amazon Bestseller!!
Pages: 101 print pages - ISBN: 978-1-942054-01-6 (MOBI); 978-1-942054-02-3 (EPUB); 978-1-942054-00-9 (Paperback) - ASIN: B00MQFVDGW - Date: August 22, 2014


ORIGINS OF A FETISH is an intimate exploration of kinks and fetishes by an unlikely couple, with thoughtful and philosophical discussion by the characters, and graphic descriptions of their erotic adventures.
Sam has enjoyed a life of success and worldly experiences, shared with the wife he adores. But he has harbored fantasies and fetishes morphed from childhood incidents, which are now a deep part of his psyche. As the Internet accelerated Sam's education of the fetish world, his desires outpaced his ability to satisfy his cravings. Then, tragedy strikes. Sam must now redefine his priorities and his life. He seeks a way to fulfill his deepest needs. To share intimacy, openness, and trust with a younger woman. And to introduce her to new experiences of the submissive kind.

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I knelt down, and continued bathing Liz, working my way down the backs of her legs, and washing her feet, as Liz put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself, and lifted each foot, in turn, off the shower tile. I kneeled, with my head at her crotch-level, as I worked my way up her legs to her thighs. I washed each of her upper thighs with one of my hands between her legs, but only grazing her pubic hair. I stood up, and asked, “How are you doing?” She quickly replied, “I’m fine. You’re doing a great job bathing me!” I then took the bar of soap, and moved it over her pubic hair to create a lot of lather, and slid my other hand down, using my middle finger to slightly part her labia on each down-stroke, and slipped my finger inside her, moving it around, and then quickly back out, and continued washing her hips and waist. Liz moaned, and whispered, “The soap burns down there!” I used the hand-held showerhead to rinse her pubic hair area, and took the opportunity to once again let my hand slip down, and put a finger into her to get some water in, and the soap out. Liz didn’t say anything but seemed amused by my actions. I continued soaping her body, moving up across her stomach, and over and around her small breasts. I spent some time washing her breasts, squeezing them, and running my fingers lightly over, and then pinching her nipples, which seemed to instantly become erect. I heard a moan, and saw that Liz’ eyes were closed. I turned her around, facing the shower again, and rinsed her off – doing another once-over with my hands across her body. I stood behind her, pressing my front to her back, reaching my arms around to hold her breasts. Then I turned her around, and gave her a big hug, and said “Thank you. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” Liz looked up at me, bit her lip, and said in a low, serious voice, “That was really nice.” She hugged me, and then said, brightly, “Now, it’s my turn!” I stepped back from her, ready to turn around to face the showerhead on my side. She glanced down, and then exclaimed, “I’m really surprised that you don’t have an erection! Aren’t I a turn-on for you?” I stepped towards her, and held her shoulders firmly in my hands, looking directly into her eyes. “Yes Liz, you are a beautiful woman, and an incredible turn-on. If you weren’t married, I’d be very tempted to ravage you right now. But our friendship is very important to me, and I don’t want to spoil it by coming on to you.” Liz looked into my eyes and said, “Our friendship is important to me, too. You know I wouldn’t have even thought of doing something like this with anyone else … but I trust you, and know you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. And I trust myself. Sorry, if this disappoints you, but I’m not planning on having sex with you, or anyone besides my husband.” I said sincerely, “Liz, it’s not a disappointment. It wasn’t expected. And, I’d rather we remain as long-term friends than as short-term lovers.” Liz nodded, and said, “Thank you. But I would still like to know how you can have such self-control, with us both nude in the shower, and you bathing my private parts.” I replied, “Well, you know I’ve gone to nude beaches for many years, so I don’t automatically get turned-on every time I see a nude woman, even a beautiful woman like you, at close range. I’ve taken showers with other women, on a friendly basis. I could certainly get turned-on within a minute or two, if I started fantasizing, or thinking about us making love, or if I started ‘doing’ myself … but I won’t do that. Unless, you really want to see what I look like with an erection?” Liz chuckled, and said, “No, that’s OK. I prefer you this way. But don’t worry if it happens; I don’t feel threatened by you.” I turned to face the shower stream, and Liz bathed me, slowly – showing off her expertise at massage. It felt wonderful. She worked her way down my back, and roughly grabbed and squeezed my buttocks. She put the bar of soap at the top of my butt crack, and began sliding it back and forth, lower and lower, until it was over my anus. I felt her hand sliding down, and was stunned when she slipped a finger into me. She pushed it in further, and bent the tip of her finger so that it was pressing against my prostate. I must have moaned involuntarily, as she laughed, and said, “Yes, I’m familiar with anatomy, too. I thought you might like this.” My breathing became heavier, and I felt a stirring that I could not avoid. Liz must have realized this, as she reached around, and took my penis in her hand, squeezing gently, and then stroking it, in time with the movement of her finger that was still in my rectum, rhythmically pressing on my prostate. We were silent, and I only wished that this would go on forever. I did start to get hard, and Liz laughed again, and said, “See, I knew you weren’t that strong! I guess now that I’ve got you going, we’ll just have to finish, so you’re relaxed again.” She kept up the movement with both of her hands, while she pressed her breasts up against my back. By this time, my breathing was ragged, and knew I wasn’t far from having an orgasm. Liz whispered, “It’s OK. It’s the least I can do for you, after you’ve been so nice to me. You really are a gentleman. And now, you’ll be rewarded.”
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The Introduction of a Young Woman To Openness, Trust, and New Experiences of the Submissive Kind
Pages: 371 print pages - ISBN: 978-1-942054-04-7 (MOBI); 978-1-942054-05-4 (EPUB); 978-1-942054-03-0 (Paperback) - ASIN: B00MQFVDHG - Date: September 12, 2014


FIRST EXPERIENCE is an intimate exploration of kinks and fetishes by an unlikely couple, with thoughtful and philosophical discussion by the characters, and graphic descriptions of their erotic adventures.
Sam meets Kelly, a beautiful but troubled woman half his age, leading to a ‘first experience’ exploring the surreal world their fantasies. Sam realizes that he desires more than a play partner. And Kelly knows that she needs more than a lover: Someone to whom she can expose her inner soul; someone whose values transcend the ordinary; someone who will fulfill her own dark fantasy world.

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Kelly, her head still hanging down, said, “Yes, Sir. I’ll try.” Then, she tilted back her head, and asked, “People don’t really get turned-on by getting spanked, do they?” I laughed, and said, “Yes, actually many do. But they first have to get beyond a certain point of pain, where – due to control or just exhaustion – they relax and allow another part of their brain to take over. I’m hoping you might reach that stage by the end of this morning’s session.” Kelly shook her head, and groaned. I put down the paddle, and placed my hand back on her underwear. “OK, Kelly, I’m going to finish your spanking without stopping. I will alternate sides every time, and I’ll keep it at about the intensity you have already experienced. So, let’s get this finished.” Continuing the warm-up, I spanked her steadily, alternating sides, and covering all of her bottom. I could tell that her bottom was now turning a nice shade of light red, based on the color of her unclad upper thighs. Obviously, I wasn’t’ spanking nearly as hard as we had seen in the video. That wasn’t the point: Kelly was cooperating nicely, and submitting voluntarily to a long spanking. I was only slightly turned-on; this required a lot of stamina from me, also! As I spanked Kelly’s bottom, time seemed to slow down; it seemed like this spanking was very long. Finally, we reached the last spank. We were both panting, and I rubbed her bottom gently with my hand. “You did very well, Kelly. I’m proud of you!” Kelly took some deep breaths, and was finally able to say, “Thank you, Sir. It was challenging.” Then, she chuckled, “I’m not complaining, but maybe it would be better to do a little each day, rather than trying to do so much at once?” “Well, Kelly, that’s an interesting idea, and perhaps the next time we have a spanking experience … if there is a next time … we can do it that way. It would be a big turn-on for me to see you knocking on my front door, and requesting your 7th or 8th day of punishment. I think you would find that very challenging, too.” I then pointed out, “As you may have noticed, rubbing your bottom spreads and dulls the pain. That’s another reason that I don’t want you touching your bottom, unless I give you permission. But, you may ask me to rub your bottom for you. Does this feel good?” Kelly moaned – but it was a different moan this time, more of a deep cat’s purr. “Yes, Sir. But …” She cocked her head, and looked up at me – as much as she could in her position. “Yes, Kelly?” Kelly put her head down, shook it, and then looked back at me, balancing on her left hand, as she used her right hand to throw her long hair over her back, so that she could see me. “Sir … I’m not getting turned-on by this.” She giggled, and I was happy to see that she wasn’t entirely depressed by the experience we’d had so-far. She continued, “I think I might get turned-on by spanking you … I can really understand the power, the control, and the vulnerability of the other person, who has agreed to cooperate. But I’m not sure I can understand why I would get turned on by you hurting me.” We were both silent, and I continued massaging her bottom through her underwear. I said, “I won’t force you to do anything, Kelly, you know that. And my purpose is not to hurt you.” How could I explain this? “I think you know that hot is very close to cold … if an ice cube is touched to your back without you seeing it, you will feel like you’re being burned. You’ve probably stuck your hand in a very hot stream of water from the sink, and initially it felt cold. And, love is very close to hate – they are both strong emotions about someone, whether positive or negative.” “Similarly, pain and pleasure are very close together – they both are strong emotions that come from the same portion of the brain. Pleasure can become pain … and pain can become pleasure! I would just urge you to relax, accept the pain, and perhaps – at some point – the pain will become pleasure.” I smiled, “Now, I will divulge another of my secrets: I would get nearly as turned-on if you were spanking me, as me spanking you.” Kelly looked back, and said, “Huh? I don’t get it.” I explained, “I’m turned on by the idea of submission; not really the giving-up of power – although that can be fun, too – but submitting to something that you know will be painful or embarrassing, and doing it willingly. Situations like this, where you are submitting today, out of curiosity, adventurous spirit, openness, and your trust in me.” I continued, “You don’t really understand this, yet, but for me to submit to you, requires that I let-go, and really trust you, where we develop an instant bond and an emotional closeness that may be the closest thing to ‘love’ between two people – whether they have been partners for years, or just met. Kelly laughed, pushed back her hair, and said, “OK, then let’s switch positions – let me spank you, for a while!” I laughed too. “Kelly, I plan to do just that. But I’ll only let you spank me after you have truly experienced and cooperated through a full spanking and, hopefully, can see the turn-on in both the ‘top’ and ‘bottom’ roles.”
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Exploration of Fetishes by an Unlikely Couple and the Blossoming of Love
Pages: 333 print pages  - ISBN: 978-1-942054-07-8 (MOBI); 978-1-942054-08-5 (EPUB); 978-1-942054-06-1 (Paperback) - ASIN: B00MQFVFP6 - Date: October 17, 2014


WEEKEND EXPERIENCE is an intimate exploration of kinks and fetishes by an unlikely couple, with thoughtful and philosophical discussion by the characters, and graphic descriptions of their erotic adventures.
Sam and Kelly have role-played some of their most intimate fantasies in an atmosphere of openness and trust. Now, Sam wants to share with Kelly new kinks, fetishes and sensual pleasures. Kelly is more than a willing participant: She is the mirror by which Sam sees that his openness and submission is as important as Kelly’s. A visit by her friends leads to new fantasies for both of them.

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“Yes, Kelly, we’re going to have dessert. First, I’m going to have desert – served off of you: You will both be the dessert platter and part of the dessert. I’m planning on eating my fill today, and you will need to remain very still, so the dessert doesn’t fall off the platter. Kelly started giggling, her flat stomach moving in jerks up and down, as her giggles became a laugh. She put her head back down, and I pulled out the small pillow from another bag that I had brought from home, putting it gently under her head and giving her another peck on the lips. Also in that bag were a few spoons and Tupperware containers. I pulled out a small spoon, and opened a jar of blueberry jam, taking a small amount in the spoon and feeding it to Kelly. “Yum!” she announced, and put her head back down. I then put a spoonful of the jam in my own mouth, and swirled it – as I might when tasting a fine wine. I leaned over Kelly, and lowered my head to kiss her – an open-mouth, tongue-swirling, experience that was sweetened by the jam. Then, I sat back up and reached for another jar, taking a spoonful of the green jelly. I told Kelly, “This will be a little different. You told me you wanted more spice in your life …” After putting the jelly into my mouth, I again leaned over Kelly, and her head lifted up to meet mine, as our lips joined. It didn’t take more than a moment after our mouths had linked before Kelly gave a little squeal, and said through the kiss something that sounded like “That’s hot!” I smiled, and said, “Yes, that’s what I thought.” I knew she meant the Jalapeño jelly, but the romantic kiss was also very hot. Grabbing the honey, I squeezed a line of the thick, sweet viscous liquid along her neck, zigzagging across her chest, and down to her breasts, then squeezing a blob of honey over each nipple. Kelly squealed, and then giggled, as she felt the honey drip over her skin. Finally, I moved back up to her face, and squeezed some honey up her neck, over her chin, around her cheeks, and then a large blob across her lips. I began licking her, as a dog would, lapping up the sweetness ravenously: First her cheeks, and then down to her chin, working my way to her honey-glazed lips, which were open and awaiting my mouth. We kissed again, long and passionately – literally, one of the sweetest kisses I had ever experienced! I continued licking – down her neck, across her chest, and over her breasts to her nipples. I spent several minutes licking, sucking, and gently biting each of her nipples in turn, and both were as erect as I had ever seen them. I looked into Kelly’s eyes, from only a few inches away, and they seemed to be emitting their own glow in the darkness of the van. I could tell that Kelly was quite turned-on already, but she would have to wait a bit longer for the release that she needed. I chuckled, and said to Kelly, “I licked my plate clean! But I’m still hungry. I’m going to make a nice desert on this flat platter here,” patting her stomach. Kelly’s head was on the pillow, and her eyes were closed, a huge smile adorning her now-sticky face. For a change of pace, I grabbed the sour cream, and a wooden spatula that I had brought, and began spreading a thin layer over Kelly’s abdomen – from her navel to just below her breasts, and from side to side. Kelly shrieked once, as the cold sour cream first contacted her skin, and she giggled, making a very nice scene of the rippling white landscape that followed the contours of her body. Once she was coated with sour cream, I reached for the brown sugar, and began crumbling it over her – covering the sour cream with a thin layer of crunchy sweetness. Then, I opened a box of blueberries and dropped them, one-by-one, onto the sour cream and brown sugar mixture. Her stomach now looked like a pie, dotted with fresh blueberries. Kelly couldn’t stop giggling, and her stomach was jiggling, but the ‘pie’ was holding together. I arched my eyebrows and gave her a quick smile, then lowered my head, licking and slurping up the rich mixture. It was a bit too much, and I scraped a portion off with the spatula, and put it directly into Kelly’s mouth, so she could taste it. I then continued to lick Kelly’s stomach until she was clean. Before I ventured lower, I decided to ‘decorate’ Kelly’s body. I sprayed whipped cream on her nipples, and drew a line of white around her breasts, and down her middle, to her dark triangle. Then, I took the chocolate sauce, and squirted it over her pubic hair, retaining the color contrast, but making a gooey mess. Finally, I added some decorations, including writing “I love you” using the squeeze bottle of caramel. I put a raspberry on top of the mounds of whipped cream covering each of Kelly’s nipples, and arranged a few strawberries and grapes on her very sticky body. I gave Kelly credit for not complaining about the mess. She must have been wondering how she was going to get cleaned up enough to drive home. Or, perhaps not. Picking up one of the raspberries, I dipped it in the whipped cream from Kelly’s right breast, and put it into her mouth. She propped herself up, both to eat the fruit, and to see the ‘food art’ I had created on her body. Taking my time, I selected fruit, dipped it in the chocolate or caramel sauce, and used it to scoop up some whipped cream. It was delicious, and a nice way to eat dessert: From a submissive’s body.
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A Celebration of Openness and Submission Among Adventurous Friends
Pages: 349 print pages  - ISBN: 978-1-942054-10-8 (MOBI); 978-1-942054-11-5 (EPUB); 978-1-942054-09-2 (Paperback) - ASIN: B00O28QXNE - Date: November 14, 2014


BIRTHDAY EXPERIENCE is an intimate exploration of kinks and fetishes by an unlikely couple, with thoughtful and philosophical discussion by the characters, and graphic descriptions of their erotic adventures.
Kelly’s birthday party promises to be an epic event for Sam, Kelly and a few of Kelly’s closest friends. An atmosphere of openness and adventure leads to new sensual experiences for everyone. Sam has planned some games that will push the limits of the guests, and a special role-play performance will take Kelly beyond her dreams and to the edge of her courage. Fantasy and reality meld into a surreal experience, as Kelly opens her friends’ eyes to new possibilities. And they surprise her with their openness. Kelly’s birthday is a celebration of intimacy, trust and love among friends.

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As Fiona pulled down the zipper, I felt an electric energy pass through my body. My skin was tingling – perhaps a result of the endorphins released by the spanking. I was surprised at how enthusiastic Fiona had been, but I had asked for it; and now, I was in the afterglow of one experience, and beginning another. My butt was stinging, and I was vaguely aware of Sam, somewhere in the room. But Fiona’s gaze into my eyes had mesmerized me, absorbed me, until there was nothing else in existence. Fiona was still pulling down the zipper, finally reaching the end, where the coat-like outfit came apart at the bottom, and I could slide my arms out of it. The nurse costume fell to the floor. Fiona stood, pressing against me and kissed me roughly, softly biting my upper lip. Then she turned my head to the side, and began nibbling on my ear. I seemed to be in a hypnotic trance, as Fiona slid her tongue into my ear, bit the earlobe, and then lowered her head and bit my neck – perhaps fantasizing herself as a vampiress. Her hands circled me, and I realized she had unclipped my bra. She slipped it off me, and it dropped to the floor. Now, Fiona began consuming my breasts, taking one, then the other, into her mouth, sucking hard, and biting my nipples. I bent down, and pulled the hem of her dress up, and finally over her head, as she held her arms high. Then, I ‘went down’ on Fiona’s small breasts. I lapped them, like a dog kissing them, then sucked and bit her nipples, taking the nipple ring into my mouth, and biting closer to her chest. My tongue swirled around her nipples, which were now hard buttons, and then progressed downward, pausing briefly at her navel, and then lowering and removing her underwear, before continuing to her waxed pubes, and her clit. My tongue lashed out, finding its way under the hood, as it teased each side of the third hard button now adorning Fiona’s body. Fiona pulled me back up to a standing position, and when I looked quizzically at her, she shoved me, and I fell backwards onto the bed. Then, Fiona jumped onto the bed and, snarling, climbed on top of me; we seemed to suddenly be in a wrestling match. Fiona pinned me down, bent over and bit my nipples, then ferociously attacked my mouth, her snakelike tongue extending into the warm, wet space, and entwining with mine. Sucking, biting, and finally taking my head in her hands, she changed pace – giving me a slow, languorous kiss, her entire weight holding me down to the bed. A vision flashed through my mind of my masturbation on top of Sam, with him face down, wearing a blindfold. Fiona looked at me and smiled, then crawled around, facing the other direction, and positioning herself in the classic ‘69’ position. Then she went down on me. I didn’t know exactly what she was doing with my clit, but it felt incredible. I pushed her legs slightly apart, so that her hips lowered enough for me to ‘eat’ her from where I lay. It was a little claustrophobic, but I closed my eyes, enjoying both the feeling of what Fiona was doing down below, and my tongue caressing Fiona’s clit, moving against her VCH barbell, lapping, swirling, and flicking under her hood. We were in a state of suspended animation: Oblivious to the world around us, time seemingly standing still, and our perceptions focused only on a couple specific parts of our anatomy. In fact, only one part: My tongue seemed numb, but the feeling in my core was building in an incredible crescendo. I realized that Fiona had been ‘playing’ me – licking my clit, then along my labia, and repeating, keeping me at the edge, and taking me beyond where I had ever been before. Finally, my orgasm exploded. I heard myself scream, as if from another dimension. My head became light, and I thought I would pass out. Fiona bucked a little, and I realized that I had forgotten her. My tongue had been on autopilot, but that was not enough: True focus and dedication to the job was needed. My head cleared, and I realized that my body was alive – suddenly hypersensitive to every feeling, everything touching me. I worked on Fiona, alternating between licking under her hood, and pressing down on her hood, forcing the barbell into her clit. This apparently was working, as I heard her gasping, and finally letting go of her tensions, as I flicked my tongue very quickly across her swollen button. Fiona relaxed on top of me, and I thought I would be suffocated … but then she rolled off of me, and we lay heads-to-feet on the bed, both of us panting from our efforts and from our release. A few minutes later, she crawled over and lay down next to me, with her arm under my breast. I closed my eyes, and felt as contented as I have ever been. “Are you OK, Kelly?” Fiona asked. Had I been sleeping? Suddenly, I was back in the ‘real’ world. Where was Sam? Fiona was looking at me with an enigmatic smile. “I hate to ‘eat and run’, but I need to get going.” Fiona leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips, as she played with my breasts. Then she continued, “This was fun. You’re a hot lady! I hope we can spend more time together when I come for my next visit to see Alex.” Fiona sat up, cross-legged, and watched, as I clumsily rolled off the bed.

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Subspace and Love on a Visit to Europe
Pages: 445 print pages - ISBN: 978-1-942054-13-9 (MOBI); 978-1-942054-14-6 (EPUB); 978-1-942054-12-2 (Paperback) - ASIN: B00RSW65EI - Date: January 23, 2015


EUROPEAN EXPERIENCE is an intimate exploration of kinks and fetishes by an unlikely couple, with thoughtful and philosophical discussion by the characters, and graphic descriptions of their erotic adventures.
Sam takes Kelly on her first trip to Europe, sharing some special places that are not on the typical tourist route. Sam’s Dutch friend surprises them with a ‘coming out’ party, and Kelly is introduced to a world of sexuality that she had not imagined. The trip is a whirlwind of touring, clubs and cultural experiences that expose Kelly to new perspectives, and a session with a dominatrix brings more surprises. Sam and Kelly reach a new level of shared experiences and love for each other.

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I didn’t want to live a life of fear: I wanted to open-up, and be more casual about sex. I had wanted that all my life. At my age, I wasn’t too concerned about genital warts, and I highly doubted that any of Kelly’s friends had HIV. Maybe I was making too big of a deal about STDs. Of course, I could wear a condom if I was going to have genital contact with Julie; that was probably the most responsible thing to do. But I wasn’t going to infect Julie with anything, so the decision only related to a slight increased risk to me. “OK. I will try to loosen-up; starting with our ménage with Julie today.” My mind flew ahead to the various combinations of sexual activities we might do today. “But I will insist on wearing a condom, if I have anal sex … with either of you.” Julie nodded, “That sounds like a good idea.” She glanced at Kelly, then back to me, “But with all your openness, and focus on the butt, I’m surprised you guys haven’t done that, yet.” I just shrugged, “It was on my sexual ‘to do’ list.” The girls laughed. Now, Kelly turned to Julie, and said seriously, “Sam does want us all to take a couple of enemas, to clean us out. But I gave him an ultimatum: I told him we might agree to the enemas, but that I would decide when and how they would be given.” Kelly didn’t volunteer any information to Julie about our having strap-ons. Julie shrugged, “I guess I’m OK with that.” Julie looked back and forth at Kelly and I, and asked, “Are there any more ‘conditions’ for today? If not, can we take a dip in the pool, now?” We all laughed. We stood up, and started undressing, placing our clothes on the patio table. Julie was wearing a black thong under her ragged (fashionably tattered?) cut-off shorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her B-cup breasts not really requiring one. Kelly had been wearing her pink ‘birthday’ tee, also braless, over a pair of cotton flesh-colored bikini underwear. I pulled off my tank and running shorts, and we all walked to the ladder at the deep end of the pool, and lowered ourselves into the sparkling water. We floated or swam around the pool separately, thinking – I’m sure – about our ménage. After only a few minutes, Kelly got out of the pool, and into the jacuzzi. Julie and I followed her, and I pressed the air switch in the deck to turn on the jets. Kelly and Julie sat on either side of me – a ‘Sam sandwich’, as they had called it the morning after Kelly’s birthday party, when they had surrounded me in bed. Kelly took my head in her hands, and turned me to her, then gave me a mouth-watering, tongue-twisting kiss. Then, Julie took my head in her hands, turned me to her, and gave me her own wet and lingering kiss. Julie broke away and stood, then, knelt on the bench of the jacuzzi, her legs straddling me, and my head once again pulled to her, her mouth insistent. We held each other, and kissed – more passionately than I had intended. When we came up for air, I glanced at Kelly, who sat next to me, smiling at us. She nodded. I put my hands under Julie’s bottom, and pulled her closer to me, my budding erection vertical between us, rubbing on her hairless pubes. Julie slipped her hand down and took hold of me, stroking slowly, as she leaned forward to kiss me again. I squeezed and molded Julie’s buttocks as she pressed her breasts against my chest, our mouths joining urgently. Eventually, Julie leaned back and smiled at me. She moved toward the edge of the bench, and lifted a bit, taking my now-hardened shaft, and rubbing it against her labia. I whispered, “We may need to get some lube.” Julie just smiled, and pressed the head of my penis between her labia. I jerkily slipped into her, and we rocked holding each other tight, my manhood throbbing, as her vaginal muscles clenched and pulled me farther into her. It felt great, and she had plenty of internal lubrication to allow me to move within her. I was startled when Kelly’s voice broke the constancy of the bubbly noise. “If you guys are ready, maybe we should go downstairs, and get started?” Julie and I looked at each other and laughed, both of us having been in our own world with each other. I came out of her, as she wiggled off of me, and we stepped up onto the deck, my member at full mast. Julie curled her fingers around my shaft, and pulled, saying, “Come along, boy!” Her thumb stroked my frenum as she followed Kelly, and led me downstairs, briefly swinging by the patio table to collect our clothes and towels, which Julie piled in my arms, keeping my hands busy, as she led me by my manhood; I felt like a pull-toy. When we got to the playroom, we dried off and, upon instructions from Kelly, spread our towels on the bed. I lay down on my back on one of the towels, and Julie straddled me, lowering herself until she could take my now-flagging penis into her mouth. I wasn’t ‘flagging’ very long, as Julie was quite talented in using her oral resources. I heard some jangling sounds, and lifted my head to see Kelly walking toward the bed carrying both of the IV poles, from which hung enema bags. I let my head drop back onto the bed, and tried to focus on Julie.

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Learning the Sublime Essence of Trust and Submission
Pages: 405 print pages - ISBN: 978-1-942054-16-0 (MOBI); 978-1-942054-17-7 (EPUB); 978-1-942054-15-3 (Paperback) - ASIN: B00XF4AKQ2 - Date: May 22, 2015


FRIENDS’ EXPERIENCE is an intimate exploration of kinks and fetishes by an unlikely couple, with thoughtful and philosophical discussion by the characters, and graphic descriptions of their erotic adventures.
Kelly and Sam continue to expand their sexual horizons by including Kelly’s open-minded friends in their fetish play. As Kelly learns more about her past and sets her sights on the future, Sam grows in his acceptance of gay and bisexual relationships. After Kelly and her friends give Sam a memorable birthday party, Sam designs a submission challenge for them. The friends bring their own spirit and enthusiasm to the session, surprising Sam and Kelly with their openness. The event becomes a competition, as Kelly’s friends cope with more and more outrageous experiences. The group learns that each of Kelly’s friends has her limits.

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When I got downstairs, I made sure the sign on the exam room door – ‘Nurse’s Station’ – was straight, and I went inside to wait for Sam and Linda. I knew that Sam was reading the note to Linda: ‘Please come immediately to the Nurse’s Station. Your teacher will accompany you.’ I laughed inwardly, awaiting Linda’s reaction when I opened the door. She hadn’t expected this to be part of her schoolgirl role-play experience. It didn’t take long – I soon heard a loud knocking on the exam room door. When I opened it, Linda was staring, apparently quite baffled, as Sam stood behind her. I watched, as Linda looked at me briefly, then moved her eyes downward, examining my nurse costume. Then she squinted beyond me, at the waiting exam room – the exam table, instruments on the wall, the counter on her right with various medical supplies … and the faint smell of formaldehyde. Julie had been the only one of my friends who’d already seen Sam’s ‘exam room’. Suddenly, Linda’s eyes went from squinting to wide, and back to beady, as she looked at me again, and a belly laugh emanated from her core. She was laughing so hard, she bent over, coughing, and Sam pushed her gently into the room. I took control. “OK, young lady, please get up on the exam table.” As Linda stepped slowly into the exam room, and looked around, I smelled something strange, not the formaldehyde or alcohol swabs; something familiar, but unexpected. I was momentarily baffled, and then realized what it was. I glared at Sam, and he smiled weakly and shrugged. Linda hopped up onto the exam table, her school skirt now seeming much shorter; that, and her puzzled expression made her seem younger. As she continued to gaze around the small space, her mouth fell open, and finally she looked at me in wonderment - or just confusion. I spoke tersely, loudly, firmly. “I was notified that you were out of school for the past two days.” It wasn’t a question, but Linda nodded slowly, surely wondering where this was going … and I’m sure not being able to fathom what Sam and I had planned. I continued, “And you said you had a bad cold – perhaps even pneumonia?” Linda glanced at Sam, who was trying to play it ‘straight’, but I could see the smile creeping onto his face, even as his eyes communicated a blank expression. Linda hesitantly nodded again. I tried to play the part of a ‘battle-axe’ nurse, speaking loudly, forcefully, in full control of the situation. “Well, young lady, it is my responsibility to ensure the health and safety of all the girls in this school. And I won’t take the chance that you will infect the entire school; many other girls would lose class time, and possibly fall behind in their studies.” Linda was now shaking her head, “But, Miss, I didn’t really have pneumonia. I’m sure you heard that I forged the note – just to skip classes.” She was looking more and more nervous, as she tried to explain the situation. “I’m sorry, young lady, I just won’t take that chance. Your voice sounds hoarse now,” (it really did) “and if there is even a small chance that you’re infectious, it is my duty to protect the other girls – and instructors – in this school. I won’t take that chance. Maybe, if you lied before, you’re lying now? We don’t know what to believe, but I am required by law – and ethics – to do the ‘right’ thing. I’m going to make sure you’re ‘cured’ by Monday morning, so you can come back to school, and everyone will be safe.” Linda was nodding slowly, still unsure of what this meant. So I clarified, “I will, therefore, give you a large dose of penicillin, to make sure you and the rest of the students and faculty are protected.” Now, Linda understood, her mouth dropping open, and her eyes darting between Sam and I. “But … but …” I held up my hand, “There are no buts … but there will be your butt, getting a big shot in a few minutes.” I couldn’t help but laugh, and I turned around, facing the counter, and tried coughing to cover up the laughter. I glanced at Sam, and he turned into the hall, probably also nearly hysterical at the situation we had created … and Linda’s reaction. I picked up the syringe, a big needle attached, and turned back to Linda. Her eyes went wide, and it appeared that she was suddenly faint. She stammered, “But I wasn’t really sick!” And I replied, “I can’t take that chance. You’re going to get this big shot in your butt. Now, lie down on your stomach, and we’ll get started.” Linda’s reaction was predictable; it was insanely funny, and I turned around – presumably to get the alcohol swab, but actually coughing again and trying not to laugh riotously. Sam was in the doorway again, observing the scene with fascination and – I’m sure – sexual excitement. I turned to Linda again, who had not moved a muscle, and raised my voice, “NOW, young lady!” Slowly, Linda turned onto her stomach, and I lifted her skirt, and began to pull down her bikini underwear. Linda groaned. I told her, “Just suck it up, young lady. It was your idea to get pneumonia!”

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Island Experience-
Kink and Pink in a Tropical Paradise
ISBN: 978-1-942054-19-1 (MOBI version) - Expected Date of Publishing: September 2015


Sam takes Kelly and her friends on a trip to a tropical island, where they not only work on their suntan but also get tanned a few times as part of their spanking play. The friends are even more adventurous and engage in some wild times together in the beautiful island environment. Sam takes them to some places that aren’t on the usual tourist route, continuing to challenge them - and they return the ‘favor’, providing challenges for Sam, as well. The group is loving and loved, as they are now comfortable with each other in ways that most people have never experienced. What will be next for Sam, Kelly and her friends?




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An adventuress and traveler, Simone is a sensual being who loves to read stories that excite her. She takes exception to authors who promote their works as ‘dirty’, ‘filthy’, or ‘smutty’: She believes that sex is wonderful in all of its incarnations and doesn’t shy away from graphic descriptions of realistic sexual experiences, no matter how messy. Her writing is mainly in the ‘literary realism’ style – i.e., events can be wild (even outrageous) … but they could really happen to you! She values openness in relationships, and demonstrates this through her characters.

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