I'm pleased to announce the publication of Waterlines 16 on Amazon Kindle. The Smashwords edition (for use with Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and others) will be available later today.
The ebook contains three short stories containing intimate fun of M/F couples who conduct experiments in three different positions:
Side-by-Side (4,100 words)
Front-to-Back (3,000 words)
Back-to-Back (3,200 words)
Warning: these three stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports (golden showers), anal or oral sex - or aren't remotely curious - then please don't buy or read this book.
SPECIMEN EXTRACT:
Every Friday night, if we didn’t
have to stay late at the office for an emergency, most of us went round to a
local bar to let our hair down for two or three hours. It was a routine that we looked forward to;
the firm hired a room so that we had a certain amount of privacy, and we
treated it like an extension to our business environment: what was said in
there stayed there.
Gina had only
been with us for a few weeks and I didn’t really have the chance to get
acquainted with her. It would be
ungracious of me to describe her as a plain young woman, but she had no
features that one might consider to be particularly attractive. There was a rumor in circulation that she
hadn’t had much luck with men; this could have been invented by one or more of
her co-workers, who were known for their lack of charity. But, when I spoke to her that evening, she
exuded a warm personality and was capable of conversing across a wide range of
subjects. I must confess that I took up
much of her time at the bar, but most of the others were talking of
inconsequential work-related issues.
Gradually
everyone peeled away and, after some time, we found ourselves the only
customers left in our room. “I’m in no
hurry to get away. How about you?”
“No. I have no immediate plans.”
We got to
talking about secrets – I can’t remember what led us into that subject – and
the conversation soon drifted on to secret sexual fantasies. The drink had begun to take its effect and,
although we were relative strangers, we had lost all inhibition with our talk
now.
“Of course I
have some,” she laughed. “Well, at least
one. But I’m not going to reveal that to
you here. We hardly know each other. How about you?”
“Yes. I have something in mind that I’d like to do. But when I’ve suggested it to girls I’ve been
with, they cringe and call me a pervert.”
“What is it?”
“I’m not telling
you. You’ll back away and call me a
pervert too. Just when we’ve started to
get to know each other.”
“Then we shall
never know. Which is a bit of a shame,
don’t you think?”
“Do I detect a
hidden desire on your part to reveal your secret to me?”
“Not here. And only if you tell me yours too.”
“If you’re too
embarrassed to tell me, let’s get a couple of sheets of paper, write them down
and show each other.”
“Mine is too
complicated to describe.”
“Then draw me a
diagram. I like diagrams.”
“It would be
pornographic!” she laughed.
I felt a
stirring in my loins. I had to stick
around with this girl. “Can’t you give
me a clue?”
“Watersports,”
she whispered. “And I don’t mean
water-skiing.”
I nodded and
smiled. “That’s a coincidence. My little secret can be placed in the same
category.”
We smiled at
each other, each wondering who would take the next step. She grinned at me, and crossed her legs. She pulled up her skirt as she did so, making
sure I saw the top of her stocking on her thigh.
I spoke. “I think we’ve whetted each other’s
appetites, don’t you?”
“Whetted? Was that a pun?”
“I’m ready to
reveal my secret, if you are yours.”
“O.K., then. But not here.
Your place or mine?”
“I have no
privacy at my apartment right now. My
brother is staying over.”
“It’ll have to
be my place, then. I don’t live too far
from here.”
“It’s getting
late, and it’s started to rain. I’ll
call a cab.”
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I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. I shall be going on vacation soon but shall be starting another long story as soon as I get back.
Best
Chrissie
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