Sarah's Sexploits - Saturday

T Red K

Description

Emil's seaside hideaway gives our lovers the chance for some extremely naughty (and noisy!) sex. Barriers are lowered even further and they each open up a little more about their past. Sarah learns of a tragic accident in Emil's past which has kept him from becoming emotionally involved with a woman - until he met the one woman he knew would understand and love him anyway. Sexy fun in the sea and confessions about their deepest sexual desires and fantasies take them both on a voyage on self discovery, Emil's desire for her pushing Sarah to the edge of her tolerance - and beyond! And that's only Saturday!

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 03 juillet 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781782342168
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Title Page
SARAH’S SEXPLOITS: SATURDAY






By
K T Red



Publisher Information
Sarah’s Sexploits: Saturday
Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © K T Red 2012
The right of K T Red to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



The Story So Far...
It’s like the peaceful calm after a violent storm, my personal life. After a chaotic and frankly very tiring few months of acquiring new lovers, saying goodbye to an old lover, deflowering a young colleague and getting rid of someone who wasn’t who I thought he was, I’m actually very happy. Content and so very happy.
I’m so disappointed about the way things ended with Scott. I still can’t quite believe how wrong I was about him. I thought – perhaps not with my head! – that he was just another married man whose marriage was going through a bad patch, whose wife didn’t understand him and that I was somehow “helping”. Turns out he’s nothing more than a serial adulterer whose wife is every bit as bad as he is! But worse than that, he’s got a nasty, spiteful temper which I found out about the hard way.
It was the passion, you see, such raw sexual passion I hadn’t known for many years. I was blind; I didn’t see what was really there. All I saw was a good looking man with a big cock who enjoyed sex as much as I do. As well as feeding me his cock, he fed me a pack of lies which I was only too ready to believe. I stupidly and willingly swallowed the lot – quite literally!
But, in spite of everything, I know I have a lot to thank Scott for. If it wasn’t for my involvement with him, I wouldn’t have my beloved Emil. One of my lurid sessions with Scott was caught on the security cameras at work and Emil saw it and liked what he saw. In such a staggeringly short time we’ve gone from boss and subordinate to Friends with Benefits and now to actual, proper, romantic lovers.
I’ve reached a point where I’m no longer worried about the work aspect or about the fact that he’s a bit posh – and French! We’re still keeping it a secret for now which makes it that much more special and exciting. I can’t quite put it into words what makes it work. We’re so very different and yet we fit.
He’s clever and funny and charming and shamelessly romantic – if that’s what all Frenchmen are like, I may emigrate. He’s got a cheeky playful side to him that is so lovable I could melt. He calls me lots of funny little nicknames like Peach (his favourite) and his darling girl and I just go all gooey. He’s breathtakingly handsome and far too sexy for one man. I’ve never understood the expression “to ooze sex appeal” until I met Emil. The sex is blissful, wonderful and unbelievably fantastic. It’s beyond passion. And as if that’s not enough, the man is quite simply rampant! He makes me want to shout about it from the rooftops.
But it’s much more than that. He looks at me and sees the woman that I really am and wants me just the same. He knows there’s something in my past that causes me pain and turmoil and he knows that one day, when the time is right, that I will tell him. I will tell him everything, knowing that he will understand. He revels in my dangerous and wicked side, understanding my darkest needs and using them to satisfy his own animal appetites. I can’t imagine my life without him in it. I don’t want to even contemplate my life without him. He makes me so happy I could sing! I might even use the L word!
He has a key to my house – and the key to my soul.



Chapter One
“Are we nearly there yet?” I ask in a very childish voice.
Emil chuckles. “What was that you said a few days ago about patience being a virtue?”
I swivel in the passenger seat to look at him. He looks like a movie star, driving his sports car with the roof down and his sunglasses on. I fight the temptation to reach over and kiss him - not wise when he’s driving along some very narrow and winding lanes.
“You weren’t exactly patient the past few nights.” He hasn’t left my bed for three nights now apart from collecting a few things for this weekend.
He smirks at me. “And you were not exactly virtuous!”
“And whose fault is that, you thoroughly rampant man!” I grab his hand off the gearstick, giving it a quick kiss. “So, are we nearly there yet?”
He rests his hand on my leg. “If you are going to behave like a petulant child, I will look forward to putting you over my knee!”
I lean over and put a hand on his groin, giving him a quick pat. “Not as much as I will, Emil.”
“Sarah! Now you behave yourself!” He slaps my hand away, laughing. “You are nothing but trouble. Just you wait until I get my hands on you, you wicked child!”
I cross my hands neatly on my lap, pouting. “I need a wee!”
“Would you like me to pull the car over so that you can pee behind a bush?”
“Only if you come with me. I’ll make it worth your while.....” I groan at him.
“Mon Dieu, Sarah! You have ruthlessly exhausted me over the past three nights. This drive is my very much needed recovery time, you minx!” He’s shaking his head and grinning. There’s nothing more attractive than a sexually satisfied man - unless it’s a sexually satisfied woman.
I sigh. “Okay, I’ll be good. So, come on then. Tell me about this hideaway of yours.”
“Oh, Peach, you will love it there just as much as I do - I know it. It is only a small chalet but it is very nice and cosy.” He turns briefly and wiggles his eyebrows. “Just big enough for two. No neighbours for miles and just a short walk from the beach. It is where I go to hide from the world, to escape, if you like. It is a special place and you being there will make it more so.”
“I haven’t packed many clothes.”
“You will not be wearing many clothes, my beautiful girl!” he laughs, his hand patting my thigh.
“Oh, that’s good to hear. I was rather hoping you’d say that.” This weekend is going to be so much fun - and absolutely filthy if I have anything to do with it.
We drive in a very easy, comfortable silence for a few miles. I love this little car of his. The engine almost purrs and Emil’s a very good driver - confident and fast but not aggressive, a bit like he is in bed. He’s careful too, rarely taking his eyes off the road. The wind blows my hair back off my face as I raise it to the sun. Someone up there is smiling down on us with this glorious, warm summer sunshine.
“Tell me what you are thinking, Peach.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Oh, Emil. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. Thank you.”
He grabs my hand and kisses it, keeping it under his as he drives. “And you know that it is the same for me. You are quite the most infuriating, maddening and wonderful animal. You are the sun in my sky, Sarah. It is I who thanks you.”
If any other man had said those words, I would cringe or burst out laughing. But I know that Emil means every single word. Sometimes he gets a look in his eyes when he thinks I’m not watching - a sadness that’s only there for a split second and then it’s gone again. I will ask him one day but it’s not time for that yet.
“Oh, Emil - you old romantic you!”
He tuts. “Less of the old! I may be a few years older than you but there is plenty of the joie de la vie left in me yet - as you well know!” And then it suddenly dawns on me that I don’t actually know how old he is or when his birthday is. As I open my mouth to speak, he beats me to it. “I am forty two. Nine years is nothing. We are perfect for each other, do you not think, you thirty three year old sexual whirlwind!”
I can only shake my head in amazement and laugh. I have no idea how he does it but he has the unerring ability to read my mind. “When’s your birthday?”
He groans. “February.” Then he gives me a wary sideways glance. “The fourteenth.”
I shriek with laughter. “Oh my God - Valentine’s Day. No wonder you’re such a charmer, you were born to be.” He’s muttering and shifting in his seat. “It’s in your genes!”
“I would rather be in your jeans!” he groans, his hand back on my leg. “And your nipples are far too much of a distraction in that top. I am having to seriously concentrate on the road.”
“Are we nearly there yet?” I have the overwhelming urge to lean across and take him in my mouth.
“Not long now.” I can hear the lust in his voice as he keeps his eyes on the road.
“Oh good!” I let out a deep, lusty sigh. “No neighbours, huh?”



Chapter Two
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for what I’m looking at. It’s like something out of a fairy tale even though it’s exactly as he said it was. It’s quite simply the most gorgeous wooden chalet, painted a very pale grey with a veranda - and I can hear and smell the sea.
I feel an arm on my shoulder and a kiss on my head. “Well, Sarah, are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day or are you going to say something?”
Resting my head on his shoulder, I let out the breath I didn’t realise I was holding. “It’s just.....perfect.” And it is. It’s not showy or pretentious. It’s lovely. I squeeze his hand. “Can I have a look inside?”
“I suppose so - seeing as you will be staying here for the next two days.”
The steps up to the veranda cre