Sarah's Sexploits - Survivor

T Red K

Description

Just as Sarah begins to enjoy the happiness she's found with sexy Frenchman Emil, a monster from his past threatens everything. A violent assault leaves her angry and traumatised and she pushes away her lover, punishing him. Sarah returns to her old, wicked ways - prowling the singles bars and picking up strangers. One night of madness - a threesome with two handsome boys and roadside sex with a cabbie - push her over the edge. When her spiral of self-destruction threatens her life, can Emil's love save her?

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 03 juillet 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781782344933
• Langue: English

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Title Page
SARAH’S SEXPLOITS: SURVIVOR






By
K T Red



Publisher Information
Sarah’s Sexploits: Survivor
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.



Introduction
It’s like being born again. I feel new and fresh and .......... clean. Fate has for once in my life dealt me a very good hand. That hand belongs to the sexiest, smartest, funniest - horniest! - and most caring man I’ve ever been blessed enough to have in my life. I could no more exist without Emil than I could without air or food. I call him my saviour and he has no idea how true this is.
A few weeks before things between us kicked off, I almost left the factory for another job - a much better paying job - but something stopped me from leaving. I don’t know what it was; it was just a feeling that it wasn’t the right time for me to leave. The week after that was when Emil started with us and the rest, as the saying goes, is history. He’s worth more to me than any pay rise.
I’ll have to leave soon though because I’m struggling to keep our relationship a secret. I’m struggling because I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore. Neither does Emil but once it’s out in the open, one of us will have to go and I’d rather it was me. Those bloody morons in the office will be unable to help themselves and comments about me “shagging the boss” will fly around the building. They’ll say I’m only his bit of rough and that he’s slumming it. It’ll be unbearable. I love my job but I love Emil so much more.
The other two women will want all the juicy details though I’m not sure they could stand it. I almost told Helen last week but stopped myself. I know I’m not exactly lying to her but she’s my friend and she’s not stupid. She can see how happy I am and knows me well enough to know that a man’s behind it - a position Emil is always happy to assume with a large portion of enthusiasm!
It’s been over two months since we escaped to the beach. Every time I think of it, I’m away in a world of my own. It was quite simply life-changing. I don’t mean just the sex - although I have never EVER had sex like that in my life. Quality and quantity all rolled up in one fabulous man! We walked and talked and swam and talked some more and watched the sun come up.
I knew then that what started out as a purely sexual arrangement had become so much more. My life’s been turned upside down, inside out and back to front. I always thought that if I ever found love, that it would hit me like a bolt of lightning, that I’d be shocked. But it was the easiest thing to accept and the easiest thing to give. Even before I told Emil that I loved him, he knew. He’s a clever guy. It’s easy to love a man who gives you his all and gives it unconditionally.
He’s exhausting me in the most delicious way. I honestly don’t know where the man gets his energy from! We’ve been spending the week nights at my place and the weekends at his fancy penthouse - and the occasional lunchtime in his office. We haven’t broken anymore furniture but I think that maybe one bed and a sun lounger is enough for now or we’ll have to sleep on the floor.
Sleep? Who am I kidding?



Chapter One
According to my boss, my productivity level and general efficiency has petered out over the course of recent months. He tells me that I’m distracted; that I am not concentrating on my work. He’s noticed that I’ve been late a few times and that I’ve also snuck off early on the odd occasion. Apparently, so he tells me, my lunch hour does have an annoying habit of being longer than the allotted hour afforded to every employee.
Such is the depth of his feeling about the situation that he has summoned me to his office several times. Disciplinary proceedings have been mentioned more than once. Monsieur Emil feels very passionately about instilling a sense of discipline in his employees. Especially me. Especially when he’s spanking me, fucking me hard from behind as I bend over his desk with my skirt bunched up around my waist. Who says romance is dead?
I always thought that women who became romantically involved with colleagues - their boss in particular - were absolutely insane. It never stays secret and once it’s out in the open, there’s no going back. When everything in the bedroom’s rosy, it makes going to work so much less of a chore. But once it’s over, it makes for a very awkward situation for both parties as well as for everyone else at work who feel obliged to take sides. The man becomes the office stud; the woman becomes the office bike.
“Earth to Sarah!”
“Huh?”
Helen’s standing in my doorway, laughing. “You were miles away, girl.”
“Sorry.” I’m not sorry at all. I was miles away or at least wishing I was - wishing I was back at the beach with Emil.
She strolls over to the other side of my desk and sits on my psychiatrist’s chair, as it’s known. “Don’t apologise. So come on - out with it. Who’s the guy who put that big goofy smile on your face?”
I’m trying not to smile but what can I do? I shrug my shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, Helen. He’s ........... fabulous.”
She folds her arms and raises her eyebrows. “Details, Sarah. I want lurid, juicy details.”
“It’s a bit complicated.” That’s an understatement. Except when I think about it, it’s not. I’ve found a man I can finally love who loves me just as much.
Her face falls. “Oh, Sarah. He’s not married, is he?”
I laugh out loud. “No! He is not!” I slap her on the arm. “It’s just that it’s.........”
She shakes her head, laughing. “Complicated.” I fidget in my chair, muttering. “Oh boy - you have got it bad.”
I groan and let my head fall on my desk. “Oh, Helen. You have no idea!” I look at her, still grinning. “He’s fantastic and I never thought I’d ever hear myself say this but I love him madly.”
“And it’s about time too, you gorgeous creature. When you’re ready to tell me all about him, you had better not spare my blushes.”
“I won’t.” I’m all hot just thinking about some of those details. “Now, did you come in here for something or just to interrogate me about my personal life?”
“I came in here to kick your ass! I need those accounts up to date like yesterday. The interrogation was a bonus.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“I’m almost done.” I fight a smile and fail. “I keep getting side-tracked!”
She throws her hands in the air. “Enough! I’m an old married woman. Stop making me jealous!”
“Jealous? You and Mark are probably at it like rabbits. How many kids you got - two or three?”
“Two, thank you for that.”
“Are you both still, you know, loved up?”
She doesn’t have to answer, her face says it all. “Yep. Just as much as the day we met. I knew the second I saw him that he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. Ten years and two rugrats later, nothing’s changed - apart from my stomach! I still want to jump on his bones every time I see him. And I still do as often as possible.”
“Now I’m jealous.”
“Well, seeing as you’re not going to spill the beans, I might as well go back to work. Accounts. Today. Please.”
Just as Helen reaches the door, Emil bursts in, making us both jump. “Sarah, I...” he trails off as he registers Helen’s presence. “Pardon, Helen. I did not realise that you were here.”
“That’s okay, Monsieur Emil. I was just leaving.” As she leaves, she turns back, her eyebrows raised and a knowing smile on her face. Oh dear - the cat is well and truly out of the bag.
Closing the door behind him, a worried looking Emil sits down. “What’s wrong?” The look on his face is starting to unnerve me. He reaches over the desk and takes my hand. He’s trembling. “What is it, Emil?”
When he finally speaks, his voice is frighteningly calm. “Sarah, I have to ask you to something for me without question.” Usually I would have no option but to make a smutty remark. Something tells me that this is not the time for such a comment.
“Okay.” I squeeze his hand.
“Please do not leave your office this afternoon until I tell you - no matter what.”
I don’t understand. “What? Why not?”
“Please, my darling girl. Just do as I ask. Stay here in your office until I tell you.”
“Not unless you tell me why.”
“Sarah! Just for once do as you are told!” I’m shocked. He rarely raises his voice - even in business meeting when he’s tearing a strip off someone, he always remains calm. But the expression on his face isn’t anger - its fear.
“Okay, okay.” I squeeze his hand again, smiling even though I’m starting to be seriously worried. “But you’d better give me a decent explanation when we get home.”
He nods and risks a quick kiss before leaving as abruptly as he entered. God knows what’s going on with him. It’d better be good.



Chapter Two
No sign of Emil since his brief appearance a few hours ago. This leaves me with a bit of a dilemma. I need a wee. I really, really need a wee. Sod it! I can’t wait any longer. If I sneeze, there’ll be quite a large puddle on the floor.
Aaaarrgghh! Bloody phone!
“Hello. Accounts.”
“Is that Sarah?”
I don’t recognise the v