I've asked her to share a piece from Scene, her collection of short stories, and as she was visiting my blog, she thought some hot anal would be appropriate ;) Scene is available exclusively on Amazon and is a part of the Kindle Unlimited program so it is available for a free read! But first, here's Jane:
Firstly, a massive, massive ‘thank you’ to Natasha for having me on her blog. She has been nothing short of amazing in her cheerleading of Scene, holding my hand and providing endless encouragement as I put it together. She’s a fabulous writer, a fabulous friend and I am honoured to know her. Gush over, let’s get to the good stuff! The following snippet is taken from Diana, the very first story in the collection, and I’ve chosen it because, well, who doesn’t like hot anal? :) Enjoy! Jane xxx
DIANA
I turn to the man wearing the latex gloves as Steven uses his thumbs to massage and spread your outer labia before finally lifting his hands from your body and stepping away to turn off the power unit. “What do you think of my slut, Etienne?” I ask casually as the hum fades. He moves closer and looks thoughtfully at the pink flesh of your cunt. Reaches out and pulls back the hood of your clitoris before spreading apart your lips with his thumb and forefinger.
You whimper softly, the sound full of excited shame.
“Pretty pussy. Fuckable. Arse looks a little tight, though.”
“Mmm, yes, that is one of my concerns. I hold up the glass toy in my hand. “I’d actually planned on stretching her myself but perhaps you’d like the pleasure?”
You make a sound of protest.
“I’d be more than happy to.”
He reaches out to take the plug from my fingers and I pick up the discarded tube of lubricant before placing a reassuring hand on your inner thigh as we both move to stand between your splayed legs.
A light sheen of sweat covers your skin.
“This nice man is going to plug you, Diana,” I announce loudly. As if you didn’t hear me make the offer. “So I want you to be a very good girl,” there’s a wonderfully loud squelching sound as I squeeze out a dollop of clear liquid onto Etienne’s waiting fingers, “and relax that pretty little arsehole of yours for him.”
Together we watch as the little arsehole in question tightens at my words and your face flushes crimson.
“Now, now, pet,” Etienne says silkily, touching the tip of a slick finger to the little pucker, circling gently. “Don’t make me go and get a bigger plug. I’d love to make you take one but I suspect you wouldn’t particularly care for the experience.”
Blurb
Your cravings.
Your longings.
Your need.
Your shame.
I see all of you, no matter how hard you try to hide yourself from me. The only question is … who else will?
Four stories, four women; whose scene will you wish was your own?
