Wicked Pleasures Anthology
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by Cecilia Tan
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: In The Wicked Pleasures Anthology, twelve short stories carefully selected by the renowned Cecilia Tan explore the many facets of kinky love. With contributors from the United States, England, Australia, and Canada, as varied as their stories, the themes cover the entire spectrum of BDSM activities, including spanking, bondage, and role playing. These pleasures are wicked but not evil, always focusing on mutual pleasure and consensuality. A longtime dominant husband decides to switch roles with his submissive wife for her birthday. A woman who loves being spanked throws herself a unique bachelorette celebration. A finicky dom goes to a charity auction intending to buy a whip and ends up going home with something else entirely. A small-town girl who long ago left home for the big city's vices comes home to find that although the town hasn't changed, her ex- has. An overworked school principal can't leave work behind until her best friend buys her an exclusive weekend treatment at a very special "spa." These stories and many more await the adventurous reader in The WIcked Pleasures Anthology. Contributors include: Kris Cherita * Elizabeth Coldwell * Cynthia W. Gentry * Ralph Greco, Jr. * Alex Picchetti * Jean Roberta * A. Silenus * Cecilia Tan * Peter Tupper * Sage Vivant
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [227 KB]
Reading time: 137-192 min.
The Taste of Salt by Jean Roberta
Sarah strolled beside the restless gray Atlantic, trying to find comfort in it--or serenity or perspective or whatever a sensitive person is supposed to find in the eternal sea. Tendrils of her long black hair blew around her delicate, serious face. She remembered walking this beach as a teenager, feeling like a maiden under a spell whose supernatural lover comes to her in dreams.
A short, determined man with shaggy brown hair walked toward her with amazing speed for someone wearing loose sandals on wet sand. Earth magic, she thought. That's what it is. He has the wisdom of the body, an understanding of all things physical. He's at home here.
"Hey, Devon." She hoped he hadn't come to the beach to look for her. Much as she welcomed the sight of him, she didn't want to be sought out.
His face looked more adult and less innocent than she remembered. "Sarah! Welcome back. You still love it, don'tcha, girl?" His sarcasm hadn't changed.
She couldn't look him in the eye. Heat rose from the vicinity of her heart, through her closed throat, and into her face. She knew she must have turned as red as a lobster being boiled alive. "I needed to think."
"Huh. You were always good at that, babe. You don't need company, do you?"
"I wouldn't mind," she said, smiling. "I want to know how you've been keeping."
He gracefully reversed direction to walk beside her. The language of his body was easy, fluid, miles and years away from the bureaucratic or rebellious self-consciousness of city men. She remembered Devon had spent much of his life in rocking boats.
"Not enough to keep in touch," he said.
Sarah flinched as she felt his anger lick her skin like a flame. He had probably heard about her from time to time from the old women who were the unofficial nerve-centers of the town, Sarah's aunt and the ladies who ran the post office, the drugstore, and the café.