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As Sarah recovers from the previous night's wild erotic extremes, she begins to realises the true nature of her feelings for Emil. An early morning session on the beach, chilly fun with an ice cube, sexy word association games leading to orgasm overload and more passionate destruction of furniture on a balcony in the city at night - it's not exactly a day of rest!

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	03 juillet 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781782344377
Langue	English

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SARAH’S SEXPLOITS: SUNDAY

By
K T Red

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Sarah’s Sexploits: Sunday
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.

The Story so Far
I’m in that safe, secure halfway place of nothingness between being asleep and waking up. I can hear everything and feel nothing and all I see is the dark. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep or how I got to bed. I know I’m in bed because I feel the mattress beneath my heavy body, a pillow beneath my head and a soft cover over me. My last conscious thought was that my body was on fire and that I was collapsing inwards. Then darkness.
Emil’s brought me to his beautiful seaside hideaway, a place where he’s hidden part of himself away for many years, punishing himself for something that was a horrible, tragic accident. He lost a woman he loved and spent too many lonely nights grieving. Now he has me to love him better. Pitty-pat. Pitty-pat. Pitty-pat!
My mind is spinning, drowning in feelings and memories and dreams as I fight to stay in this pain free limbo. How can my mind be whirring like this when my body is dead to the world? Perhaps I am dead. Perhaps I’m crossing over. Is this what dying feels like?
Such a beautiful place - the seaside. It’s clean and safe and renewing and joyful. Childhood memories and new sexy grown up ones. Such beautiful new memories to keep safe, to be treasured forever. Swimming, diving, cool salty water all around me and the sand between my toes. Gentle waves washing over my feet. Oh, Emil. Such happy, happy times, my love.
Emil must have put me to bed - after. What took place before or what I think took place has shaken me to my very core. My limbs are heavy, like molten lead. I couldn’t move if I wanted to but my mind is racing at a hundred miles an hour. The ties that bind; silk scarves; red velvet and a torrential, violent explosion of the most unbelievable sex. And I remember a rose, I think. Why would there be a rose?
A statue of a sun-kissed Greek god. Emil had two penises! Is that right? Is it penises or penii - what the fucking hell’s the plural of cock? Two cocks! He had two cocks! Both of them in me, fucking me hard. “Come with me, Sarah.” I was lost in a far, far away in a place he made especially for me, fashioned from my darkest dreams and fantasies. My wonderful Emil. My Adonis.
I need to wake up. Wake up, Sarah! I want to see Emil. I don’t want to be on my own in the dark. I want to wake up. I want to be with Emil!
Oh, Emil. I love you so much! Wake me up.........please!

Chapter One
“Emil?”
“Good morning, Sleepy Head. Welcome back.”
“What time is it?”
“A little before sunrise.”
I groan and shut my eyes again. Taking a deep breath, I try to move and when my body tells me not to, I listen to it. Opening one eye, I squint at Emil and somehow manage to smile. He’s moved the sofa across the room and is curled up on it next to the bed with a blanket over his body, watching me intently.
“Why aren’t you in bed with me?”
He smiles and reaches a hand out to brush some hair back off my face. “Because, my darling girl, you are hogging it.”
Groaning, I turn my head and I see that I’m actually lying diagonally across all of it. “Sorry.” Wincing as I move my aching bones back a little, I manage to mumble something that I think sounds like “Get in - I’m cold and lonely.”
He’s gone all sheepish again. “Are you sure?”
“Get your damn ass in this bed now!” I close my eyes, groaning as the bed moves and I feel him settle next to me. “You can touch me, you know. I won’t break - I think.”
He chuckles and nervously wraps his arms around me, placing a kiss on the top of my head. After a few seconds, he takes a deep breath and relaxes into me. “You broke my bed.”
I smile. “You bit me. You sank your teeth into my shoulder and bit me quite hard.”
“You saturated the mattress. I had to flip it!”
“You fucked my ass - again!” I laugh then groan. “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts!”
He’s laughing too as he pulls me closer, his face buried in my hair. “How are you feeling, Peach?”
I groan into his chest. “I ache everywhere!” I kiss his chest and breathe in his smell. “Don’t even think about getting a hard-on. If you do, I swear to God that I will kill you!”
He groans back, chuckling. “Oh, Sarah, that is asking a lot of me.”
“No more than you asked of me last night, you rampant brute!”
He tilts my chin up and kisses me slow and soft. “You were incredible, so ferocious and wild. You never fail to take my breath away.” It’s only half-light but those blue eyes of his illuminate the whole room, his voice cracking with emotion. “I have never in all my life experienced anything like last night. Thank you so much for taking me with you, my sexy savage.”
I groan as he holds me tight, patting my ass lightly and planting tender kisses on my face. “The only part of me that doesn’t ache is my nose!” So he kisses that too.
“I would dearly love to show you something - if you feel up to it.”
“If it’s your Morning Glory, will you tell it to go away and come back next week!” I bury myself in his chest and snuggle close, his heart beating beneath my cheek.
He pats my ass. “Come with me, Peach.” He keeps me in his hold, slowly raising me to a sitting position. As I grumble, he expertly dresses me in a kimono then slips himself into one. I slowly get to my feet, wincing, everything below my waist tight and aching. I slip the kimono slightly off my shoulder, shaking my head and tutting at Emil when I see the bite mark still vivid and red in my flesh. I hobble like an old lady, wincing with every step as Emil fights back a smirk.
“You can stop that smirking!” I wiggle a finger at him.
Still fighting the smirk, he coughs and asks “Do you feel like a short walk?”
“No!” I growl at him. “Strange as it may seem, I d