Flying Colours - Secret Narrative - ebook

Sylvia is an unapologetic sixty-something university lecturer. Her interest in her students drills into needs deeper than good grades. Teaching and learning are at the top of Sylvia’s itinerary. Instructing pupil, Simon Conrad, in the art of seduction and pleasure is her first priority until she meets charismatic Irish musician, Kiefer Foley. The wide age gap between Sylvia and Kiefer is no barrier to lust, and the Professor’s office is the perfect place to satisfy mutual curiosity. Flying Colours is a short story also included in Generation Game, a series of linked erotic stories.Warning: Explicit erotic content from the start. Some readers will find this short story offensive. Unsuitable for all for readers under the age of 18.

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Flying Colours


Secret Narrative

Flying Colours

Short Provocative Erotica #8

Copyright, Secret Narrative, 2014

All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof, in any form. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination, and any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The opinions expressed are the author’s own and are not representative of the opinions of the publisher or distributors.

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This book contains strong language and sexually explicit content from the start, including the sample, which some readers will find offensive.

Unsuitable for persons under the age of 18.

Flying Colours

I’m dressed for sex. Cybersex.

My Cyberman has made an appointment for midday, which suits me perfectly. I have tied a wide piece of ribbon around my neck, tight enough to constrict my throat. The pressure burns my skin. Feels divine. My thundering heart beats a rhythm expectantly behind my ribcage and moves the fabric of my silky wraparound dress. I intend to give my heart a run today. Put myself under pressure as I climax. I want my cream to soak my panties. Did I tell you about my panties? They are deep burgundy in colour, overlaid with black lace and trimmed with black velvet ribbon, not unlike my choker. I’m wearing a matching suspender belt and that’s it, covered only by the sheer dress I’m wearing for modesty’s sake if someone unexpected comes to the door. As a further precaution, I have wrapped a sedate scarf around my neck to hide the choker.

My footwear. Long, suede boots, over the knee and buckled with two fierce straps, which I shall ask him to remove.

Use the straps to beat me.

Buckle side down.

The heels are high, but not too high. I will part my legs for him.