Erotic Fiction Extract
From 'The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl' by Belle de Jour
‘We met J at her place and went for brunch. Food was nice, talked about sex and underwater archaeology. Back at hers I made hot cocoa for N and me. When he went out of the room she kissed me and asked how many women I’d been with. Lied and said eight or nine. We drank the cocoa in the front room and N said he might have a nap. J took me to her bedroom, which held a big white bed and pillowcases that spelled ‘La Nuit’ in a serif font. We kissed and touched. J seemed tiny until I took off my shoes – in fact, we are the same height. Her bum looked so good in the cream striped trousers, but even better naked. The night before N had said I had the best arse he’d ever seen but J’s, I think, is better. Her neck, skin and hair all smelled so nice I was suddenly aware of my own sweat. ‘Did N do that?’ she asked of the deep scratches on my shoulder. I showed her the dark bruises on my thighs and the faint marks from his cock on my face. She told me to lie down and blindfolded me and tied my hands.
She dragged a soft, multi-stranded whip across me. ‘Do you know what this is?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Do you want it?’ She saved the hardest lashes for my breasts and fucked me with a double-headed dildo. When I pressed my face in her crotch, she untied me and took the mask off. I licked her through the knickers and then took them off – J was shaven down below.
It was easy to get her off with my fingers. After which I noticed N watching from the open door. Asked how long he’d been there. ‘Since the mask went on,’ he said. ‘I could smell the two of you before I even got to the door.’’
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