Not Until I Say: Edging and Denial Erotica For Women is out now on Amazon!
Smart, literate, seriously hot erotica.
Five stories about stretching out the pleasure and making it last as long as possible. Five women balancing on a knife edge of bliss, waiting for their lover to give them permission to tip over the edge. This collection of edging and denial stories explores gentle edging kink within hetero relationships, focusing on female pleasure and male control. It will stimulate your fantasies and leave you wanting more – but not until I say.
Inside:
The Feather Duster
A playful swipe with the feather duster leads to spanking and a long, slow session of edging and delayed pleasure.
One Word
He promises that he’ll make her come… eventually. But only when he says that one, magic word.
Ten Times
She’s so horny she could come in ten strokes. He decides to test her, eking out the pleasure in ten kisses, ten rubs, ten licks…
Stroke Of Midnight
On New Year’s Eve a couple aim to get off at midnight. But it’s only 8pm and she doesn’t think she can hold out that long…
Tied Up For The First Time
Strapped to the bed, she submits to his ministrations for the first time, squirming as he uses toys and his body to draw out the moment into endless pleasure.
This collection of edging erotica for women is all about female pleasure, told from a female point of view (POV). These women are taken to the edge of orgasm by their lovers and then given just enough stimulation to leave them hanging. The result is exquisitely sensual erotic fiction, well written and very readable.
SAMPLE: ONE WORD
It starts with a phone call not long after I get to work.
“Do you have a busy day ahead?” you ask, your voice liquid, low and mischievous. I know immediately that something is up.
“Yes,” I say, “I’ve got two meetings with management and a report due in at the end of the day.”
“Well then,” you say, “you’d better not think about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
I glance around to make sure the boss isn’t nearby and hunch closer to my desk. “What are you going to do?”
“Oh, you’ll find out,” you say, a smile in your voice.
My stomach lurches and suddenly I’m a little breathless.
“Can you give me a hint?” I whisper, a sly grin on my face.
“I told you not to think about it. Bad girl,” you reply.
“Please, Eamon?”
I know you’re smirking on the other end of the line. “All you need to know is that I’m in charge. And your first command is not to think about it.”
You hang up and leave me in a state, suddenly turned on, curious and – of course – unable to think of anything except what you just said.
Three hours later, in the middle of the second meeting, my phone buzzes with a silent text. Surreptitiously I check it. Of course it’s you.
Stop thinking about it.
You are so devious sometimes. You know this will leave me utterly distracted and shifting in my chair during an important business meeting.
An hour later, I get an email.
I know you’re thinking about it. Perhaps you’ll stop if I tell you that I’m going to make you come.
Eventually.
– Eamon x
Oh god.
Erotic images fill my mind, wild speculations about how you’re going to fulfil your promise. Have you bought a new sex toy? Will you lick me? Will you want to fuck my ass?
I think about all the times you’ve made me come before. The time you fucked me in a nightclub bathroom stall, your finger on my clit. The time you licked me for what felt like hours and I was so relaxed I came over and over again, just from your tongue. And the time three nights ago when I came as you watched me touch myself. I came so quickly because I was so completely turned on and eager to be fucking you.
Now my pussy aches with need.
Don’t think about it. I hear your instruction in my head and try to do what you say. Even so, it takes me a full twenty minutes to remember what I’m supposed to be doing.