Touched – my story of erotic massages and kink is on general release from today.
Curious? …. here’s the blurb :-
Touched in ways she never thought possible, Tania meets a man who will take her completely.
Tania Havers has no time for sex, never mind romance or boyfriends. Life as an investment analyst in the City of London gives her plenty of stress and competition from equally ambitious work colleagues.
On the advice of a friend, Tania tries out something different—tantric massages. Meeting Adam, an erotic masseur with hands that send her into sensual oblivion, she begins a covert affair, one that takes them out of the massage parlour, into a hotel room, then to her apartment and finally his basement, where Adam shows Tania his secret passion—one he wishes to explore with her.
While their erotic pastimes bring relief, Tania’s career intrudes on their relationship. Driven by ambition, she will deal with obstacles as she sees fit. Adam is about to find out whether Tania has room in her life—and in her heart—for him or whether she will sacrifice their love to save her career.
And a short extract to tempt you :-
“Shower,” Tania said immediately.
“Sure, sounds good. I like to see you get wet.” Adam edged closer to her.
Tania opened her eyes wider as she understood the implication. “It will be a bit of a squeeze, the two of us.”
“My kind of shower,” he said, catching her hand. “Shall we, amber?”
There was no elegance to their fumbled undressing, tossing the clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor, the garments forming a pile of misshapen sweaty cotton. Tania ran the shower until it steamed the room up into a fog of condensed water.
“Not too hot.” He reached for the dial. “You’re going to be plenty warm next to me.”
Slipping out of her knickers, Tania had the customary pang of discomfort brought about by being naked in Adam’s company. His own nudity didn’t bother his sensibilities and he removed his clothes in one burst of activity. She tried not to look at his semi-erect cock, the way it swayed and grew with every passing second, its subtle movements tantalizing. She backed into the shower, feeling her way under the spray of water.
“Monsoon style,” he noted, looking up at the showerhead. “Reminds me of India.”
“A lot of rain?” she asked as he drew the shower door across behind him.
“I like feeling wetness.”
Blushing, Tania was convinced her face and hair matched in color as he joined her under the showerhead. The water splashed off his face and formed rivulets down his chest hairs, channeling them toward his groin. Behind the sheen of water, his musculature flexed, creating ripples in his smooth, taut skin.
“You do?” she asked, keeping her legs stitched together and her hands at her side. The water bounced off her and onto him, her hair heavy around her face, hiding her eyes. His fingers flicked a wet dreadlock out of the way.
“I think you’re wet inside and out,” he said softly. “Let me find out.” He tilted her chin up. “Look at my face, not my feet. I like it when you look at me.”
She could see his hair matted about his forehead and ears. Even wet, it had a regal appearance. He continued to move his one hand down her neck, sliding a finger over her collarbone and ringing a nipple. Her breathing picked up a pace and she tried hard not to think about where his hand was moving. As he traversed her belly with his fingers, the touch tickled, along with the warm water.
“Such smooth skin. The first time I touched you, it felt like silk. My fingers aqua plane over you, amber—glide and slide about. Perfect for massaging.”
“What else?” she asked, trying hard to stem her nervous system from collapsing. Her legs trembled and her toes curled tightly into balls on the shower trap. She kept her eyes on his face, only aware of his hands out of the corner of her eyes. He’d slid the other one down her back, along her spine and had reached her cleft.
“Firm buttocks. Pressing my fingers into you, you give, but not all the way. No flab on you, amber.”
“I’ll take the compliment,” Tania said. “My turn.” She brought her hands up and rested them on his broad chest.
Adam gave her a reassuring smile. “Go on.”
Tania trailed her fingers down his arms and pulled his hands off her body. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. “These. I can’t stop thinking about them. The way your hands look. Feel. The strength in them. The tenderness too.”
“Just my hands,” he said with a faux expression of offense.
“In the beginning. It was all I knew of you, remember? You didn’t exactly show much of yourself. Then… When you stripped in the hotel room… What more can I say? I love the whole package,” she said, slightly embarrassed by her confession.
He was closer now, his cock fully upright and pressing into her belly. “I still need to check how wet you are,” he reminded her.
Her legs remained shut together and Adam nudged his knee between her thighs. Gradually, she accommodated his leg and it was then that she had to close her eyes. Having him probe with his finger while he looked down at her was too much to bear. She thought she would explode the moment he touched the rim of her pussy.
He slid his finger up inside, forcing her to shift onto her tiptoes. She grunted, not with displeasure, but with delight at the intrusion. The water cascaded about them, steaming up the glass perimeter, making the cubicle tiny and claustrophobic. Panting, she wobbled on her extended feet and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. Adam moved his finger back and forth inside her, stretching and spreading with the expertise she had come to expect from him.
The mood changed. A sudden swift act by Adam and she was out of the spray of water and backed against the cold tiles. She yelped in surprised. He’d kept his finger buried deep inside her. Dropping her hands to her sides, she pressed her palms against the cool surface of the ceramic and squirmed. Her bottom slid up and down in time with this rhythmic finger thrusts.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
He enveloped her body, trapping her between him and the tiles. He imprinted his cock itself on her belly while he surrounded her mouth with his lips. Pinned to his body, as if he was scaffolding to support her, she came ferociously and loudly, screaming into his mouth. The intensity of her orgasm was almost painful and he didn’t stop the rigor of his hand, two then three fingers crammed her as she clamped around them. Under the drops of tepid water, her eyes became bleary and her eyelashes thickened, sticking together.