A Safe Place

...And now we come to the final title in today's trio of short stories relating to group sex activity: I've called it A Safe Place.  Jill’s boyfriend Larry is a nasty control freak and she finally decides to split with him; she finds a run-down home where she feels safe.  But she is accosted by two guys running a protection racket and submits (half-willingly) to their demands.  When they persist, she runs away and - in a moment of panic - finds herself in an unlikely sanctuary.  But that’s only the first half of the story....

Here's a short extract:

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My supervisor gave me permission to leave the office early so that I could collect my things and move out that evening.  Impatient to get the dingy apartment erased from my memory, I went round to the place for the last time to pick up those belongings that I’d taken there with me.  I’d take them to Suzy’s home and get myself settled there.

I swept quickly through my bleak home and collected everything I needed into two bags.  With the bags in one hand, I stood at the door and turned the key to lock it forever.

“Hello, lady.  Are you going somewhere?”

I looked round.  Frank was standing three feet behind me.  And Ted was approaching.

“I...  I’m leaving.  I’ve found somewhere else.”

“But there’s an early termination premium.  You’ll need to pay us that.”

“I’ll send it to you,” I said nervously.  “How much is it?”

“No.  You can’t.  Company policy is to collect the premium at the time of departure from the apartment.  You’ll have to pay it now.”

“Or if you don’t have the cash, we can collect it the same way as we did yesterday,” Ted added.  “You could unlock the door again, and let us in...  We wouldn’t keep you very long.”

I feeling of horror penetrated my whole being.  I couldn’t go through a repetition of that humiliation.  Besides, they promised it wouldn’t happen again. 

I panicked, dropped my bags, and ran.  I dare not turn round, but I heard them call out as they started to give pursuit.  I ran harder.

Still unfamiliar with the district, I went in the general direction of the town center.  People were staring at me as I raced past them; they must have noticed the terrified expression on my face.  I didn’t know where I was running; my only thought was to escape from those men.

I saw two or three women going into a gym.  I followed them, hoping to lose myself in their company.  I tripped and fell; when I picked myself up, I felt tears welling in my eyes and I tumbled through a door to the side of the reception area.

Helpless, I slid on the floor into a crumpled heap.  I felt a hot, sweating hand reach down and pull me up gently to my feet.  “You’re not in the right place.  This isn’t the ladies’ changing room.”

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I'll be back again soon with some more stories just as soon as they're finished!

Best wishes
Chris

The Bachelor Party

Here's #2 in the series I've called "Gangways" (it sounds a little less offensive to my ears than "Gang Bangs").  It's called The Bachelor Party.  Penny is about to become redundant, along with everyone else in the firm.  She needs a job but - with all her co-workers also competing in the market for a new position - she needs to find something fast.  Then an opportunity arises which might provide her with a long-term solution. 

Here's a short extract:

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The company chairman stood up to speak.  “I’m sending out a press-release at noon today, but I thought it only fair that you should be told about this first.  I have some bad news for you all.  And it’s the kind of bad news that’s life-changing.

“I know there have been rumors about the company.  We’ve accumulated a lot of debts recently, and I’ve heard a lot of speculation from various quarters about the viability of the company.  There’s no easy way to say this, ladies and gentlemen.  I’m very sorry.  We’re closing down next week.”

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I’d only been with the firm two years, so I couldn’t expect much.  What could I do?  I’d be in competition with all the others - there were almost two thousand of us - all looking for work at the same time.  This Monday morning had turned into a nightmare.

When we returned to our desks to continue work, very few of us could concentrate.  Some of those employees who had worked in the firm for many, many years became quite emotional.  I realized that I had to think of getting myself another job, and fast, before all the others had time to collect their thoughts and decide what they were going to do.

I had to visit a middle-aged friend who worked in another department, and everyone in that office was talking about the impending demise of their little world.  “My son’s getting married next week,” she said.  “I offered to pay for his bachelor party, but I don’t know how I’m going to find the money to pay for that.  They want a stripper, and when I looked at prices those girls command... this is the last straw.”

On an impulse, I stepped in and offered.  “I’ll strip for his party.  And I won’t charge.  You’ve been good to me in the past - it’s time you called in the favor.”

“Are you sure, Penny?  Have you done it before?” 

“No,” I confessed.  “But I’ve got a pretty good idea of what men want to see.”

She jumped out of her chair and planted a kiss on my cheek.  “Bless you, Penny.  But if you’re new to this, you won’t have the... accoutrements, will you?”

“I’ll need to find a wedding dress, or will pass for one. I have plenty of suitable lingerie that I can wear.”

“O.K.  It’s this Friday, at eight.”

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Details of the third work in this new series - A Safe Place - follows straight after this page.

Be happy!
Chris

New Short Story (Gangbang) : "Never Again!"

Hi again!

As promised yesterday, I'm writing today about the first of the three new titles that have just been published on Amazon and Smashwords.  They are all related to the "gangbang" theme (I hate that expression, but it's the one everybody uses), and mark the first of a new direction in my writing short pieces (around 7,000 words length) covering a wide variety of kink.

The first one in the series is Never Again! and features Carol, a young woman who has ambitions to enter politics.  At her initial interview for a junior position, she is faced with an unusual demand by her selection committee - but her compliance will guarantee her selection for the part-time post.  During her tenure, she continues with her day-job and visits a client at a sports event.  After a few drinks, one thing leads to another... and another... and...  will this put her new, promising political career at risk?

Here's a short extract:

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As I walked away, I noticed an elderly man in the street and thought I recognized him; he resembled Alex, the most ancient person present at my interview.  And he was staring straight at me.  I nodded to him, but he looked away and moved on.  No, Alex had more hair than this guy; it wasn’t him.

But the moment brought back to me the memory of that time when I’d taken five men at once; it was the first time I’d had sex – well, penetrative sex – and it was as if I was making up for all the time I’d lost as a virgin.  And now I’d have to stay loyal to Ben for a year as his mayoress.  It would be a partnership only in politics, without any formal intention of our staying together for the foreseeable future.

Looking at the lingerie in the store window had sparked something in my body.  I wanted to do something before I began my time as mayoress; the more I thought about it, the more I realized what I craved: I wanted several men to have my body again.  All at once. 

I was an established junior politician now, and many people in the local community were beginning to look up to me; nevertheless, I wanted to re-live that moment when I was a slut – one more time.  I wasn’t sure how I could engineer this situation, and I’d have to be careful, making sure that nobody within ten miles knew of it.  One reckless move could bring me down, and my political career would be ruined.

The following day, the seeds of the solution arrived in the office where I worked as a regional sales manager – although I had no idea it was going to pan out the way it did.  I was planning several trips, and one of them would take me to the most far-flung area of my responsibility.  One of my sales reps was on vacation, but the client wanted to meet one of my team urgently to discuss delivery schedules.  I decided I’d go in person, rather than ask one of the others in the team to undertake the trip.

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Thursday came; because I’d be drinking alcohol at lunchtime, I planned to catch a train and get a taxi from the rail station when I arrived.  I dare not risk losing my drivers license; it would mean not only the end of my sales career, but it would be reported in the local press and it would embarrass the party that I served on the council. 

While I was on the train, I had a call from Tony, the guy whom I’d be meeting at the client firm, and he offered to meet me at the station and drive me to the company’s offices.  I’d never met him before, but we quickly established a good working rapport and consequently we finished our business way ahead of schedule; his firm was a good client and I was eager to accommodate them. 

“Fancy a drink before lunch?” he suggested, and we walked down the road to the local pub.  One drink led to another and I was feeling quite intoxicated by the time our meal was served.

I finally persuaded him to let me buy our lunch, although he insisted on paying for all the drinks we had.

“Now we can walk down the road to the sports field,” he said.  “It’s not far.”

I was wearing heels, and – in my drunken state – stumbled and caught Tony’s arm as we made our way to the venue.

We sat down together on seating at the edge of the pitch and waited for the game to begin.  Tony had to take a call.  He turned to me when he’d finished.  “I’m sorry, Carol.  I have to get back to the office.  This could take some time, and I don’t know whether I’ll be back before the end of the game.  But I’ll get someone else to come and sit with you.”

He left, and the game began.  I was feeling very drowsy, after all the alcohol that Tony had encouraged me to drink.  I only had myself to blame, of course.

Just when I was about to drift off to sleep, a very handsome young guy came and sat beside me.  “Hi Carol.  I’m Steve.  Tony asked me to come and keep you entertained.  He’s very embarrassed to have to leave you, but insisted that I look after you.”

I don’t remember much about the game; Steve was very attentive and explained the backgrounds of each member of the team we were there to support, but I felt I could have spent the afternoon in a more useful way.

And, at the end, I still felt hazy.  I was looking forward to getting back on the train and getting some sleep before returning to the office.

Our team won.  Steve was jubilant.  “Carol, I have to introduce you to the players.  Come on!”

I got to my feet unsteadily; when I tripped on the grass, he caught me before I fell.  “Tony was generous with the drinks at lunchtime,” I explained.

He gave me a knowing look; maybe Tony had frequently done this with girls he’d entertained in the past.  We went towards a building in the corner of the pitch, and approached a door marked “Changing Room”.

“I can’t go in there.  The place will be full of naked bodies,” I protested.

“Nonsense.  I’m sure you’ve seen it all before.  Besides, it’s a changing room; the sign doesn’t say ‘Men’s Changing Room’.  Anyone can go in there.  And I know the guys will be pleased to meet you.”

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Details of the other two in this new series - The Bachelor Party and A Safe Place - follow straight after this page.

In the meantime, I busy writing more stories - I can't say which series of kink will come next.  Just watch this space!

Best
Chris

Kindle Unlimited - An Experiment

Hello everyone!

I'm sure that most of you are aware of Kindle's launch of KU (Kindle Unlimited).  The whole operation has attracted mixed views from erotica writers.  I'm still sitting on the fence with this - but I've decided to put up a number of my titles in KU for three months, just to see how many new readers I can attract.  For readers who have signed up to this program, the works are on free loan.  The titles I have submitted are:

• Waterlines 1-16 inclusive
• In Small, Intimate Rooms
• Caught in the Act!
• Stranger
• The Master of Glastonbury
• Just for Tonight
• Illusions

I have another announcement to make.  So far, I have concentrated all my efforts in producing stories related to watersports or golden showers under the Waterlines brand.  I've decided to branch out, and I'm in the process of producing stories in other genres.  Three stories are about to be published in the sub-genre popularly known as "Gang Bang" (I hate that expression - I prefer "Group Sexual Activity", but that's just me).  I hope to produce three new pages tomorrow to launch each of these new titles.

Best

Chris

  

A new title : No Touching!

Hello again!

I have at last finished a new title.  It's called No Touching!  and is a steamy romance containing the usual fetish elements that find their way into my stories, including a new one that involves the use of fruit or vegetables.
As I explain in the opening pages, this story is based on three events which happened to co-workers and friends some years ago; I've blended those events into one story, which I hope you'll enjoy.  The e-book is available on Amazon in all its flavors right now, and it should be up on Smashwords, Draft2Digital and all their associated companies (including Apple and Barnes & Noble) in the next few days.

Here are a few details:

Adults Only.  Warning: this was written for an audience aged over 18 and it contains elements which some people may find offensive, such as the watersports fetish and the use of fruit or vegetables in a sex act.
 
Sheila offers George a lift home after an office party one night.  On the way, she acts on an impulse and - unintentionally - arouses his passions; her feelings are stimulated, too, and this incident leads to a weekly session where they meet at his house. 
Standing opposite each other, face-to-face, they watch as they perform acts with themselves in which they find sexual fulfillment.  They have an important rule: they are not permitted to touch each other’s bodies, and this self-imposed regulation drives their excitement to a higher level.
When this thrill gets out of control, there are unforeseen results.  Will they ever be able to resume their kinky practices?  And will their strange routine allow their relationship to evolve into anything closer?

And here's a short extract:



     I arrived on George’s doorstep armed with a bottle of wine and a cake.  I hoped that might charm him round after the two flashpoints we’d had in the office that week.
     When he opened the door to invite me in, he wore a broad smile that disarmed me; I was expecting to have a frank conversation with him to clear the air before we started.  “Thanks for this,” he said as he accepted the wine.  “It’s very generous, but you shouldn’t have bothered.”
     “But I wanted to.  After the week we’ve had at the office.”
     “The office is an entirely different world.  Let’s pretend that it doesn’t exist.”
     In an ordinary situation, in the circles in which I moved, it would be natural for us to greet each other with a brief kiss on the cheek at a social event.  But he kept his distance; I needed no reminder of our “no touching” rule.
     He invited me to sit down in his living room while he uncorked the wine and fetched a knife and two plates to serve the cake.  Looking round the room again, I saw a cluster of bananas in a fruit bowl on a shelf near the table.  I felt a warm glow; I’d been thinking about using a banana, and had made a mental note to bring some with me to this session.  But there was no need.
     “Here we are,” he announced, bringing in two full glasses of wine.  “Would you like to carve the cake?”
     I cut two slices and served them on the plates.
     “I’d like to try something different tonight,” he said.  “Do you have any thoughts?”
 
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While I have your attention, I would like to offer my apologies for my apparent lack of productivity recently - I have so much I want to write, but I've had to spend time in hospital recently - without my laptop - and my family insisted I take a holiday afterwards; they took me to a remote place that didn't have an Internet connection.  Then, when I returned home, a couple of solicitous in-laws arrived on my doorstep "to look after me"; things turned out differently, and I spent my time looking after them while I had plots and ideas whizzing round in my brain and I didn't have the chance to get many of them down on paper.
As a result of this, I've decided to spend the next six months living like a hermit.  Maybe that will give me the chance to catch up.

Finally, you may have noticed in my earlier remarks that Draft2Digital are handling some of my work now.  Unfortunately they appear to be staffed by a congregation of Puritans and they've asked me to change some of my covers and descriptions which they deem to be inappropriate.  They're relatively new on the scene, and don't like to risk upsetting people.  This has meant extra work for me and, as a result, these guys are still on probation as far as I'm concerned.

That's all for now, Folks!  Now, back to a new story for the forthcoming Waterlines 20....

Best
Chris

...And here is Waterlines 19....

Hello once again!

Because of recent changes to my personal circumstances (see further details below), I've been concentrating on producing short stories and three of them are now published in the latest issue of the Waterlines series - Waterlines 19.  Here are the details:

Warning: ADULTS ONLY. These two stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports, golden showers, oral sex and anal sex - or aren't remotely curious - then please don't buy or read this book.

Digital Relationships
(5750 words)
After Dave splits up from his girlfriend, he regularly visits an adult site on the Internet to derive satisfaction.  One night, he finds a girl who has just started this kind of work and, the next evening, he goes to a party where they come face-to-face.  In order to attract him as a regular online customer, the girl offers him some free "extras", knowing they'll probably never meet again.  In the early stages of their acquaintance, Dave gets a telephone call that turns everything upside down....

Duet
(7770 words)
Tony is new in town; one evening he enters a karaoke competition in a bar and his life is changed.  All his private sexual fantasies are made real when he and Sophie are brought together to make the most fantastic music.  But they find they can only raise their performance to new heights after they perform a ritual together...

At an Office Party(4420 words)
Liz is invited to an office party by Jack, her current boyfriend whom she wants out of her life.  He's a nasty piece of work, and she's not sure whether to go.  When she arrives, she bumps into Frank, an old flame.  They are instantly attracted to each other once again and, after a few minutes' passion away from the party, they return to find that Jack has created turmoil among the guests before he is ejected.  Liz fears for her personal security after this incident; how is Jack going to be kept away from her?


EXTRACT

“Dave!  It’s good to see you again!”  Their front door had opened after I rang the bell, and Jim stood on the threshold.
We shook hands warmly, and I was ushered into the house.  I handed him a gift-wrapped box of something I’d bought that morning, and walked into a large room where Margaret was holding court with those guests who had already arrived.  I reached over and planted a kiss on her cheek.  “There are a few people from the old firm that you already know,” she grinned.
I looked round, and saw three people there from Accounting, where she had worked, and their spouses.  I raised an arm in greeting; one of them introduced me to his wife, whom I hadn’t met before; I didn’t really like this crew - except for Margaret, when she had worked there - and I didn’t relish having to be polite to them for the rest of that evening.  They were in their own tight little enclave in the office, keeping themselves apart from the rest of the company organization whenever possible.
“And here’s one of our new friends,” Jim said, gently taking my arm and drawing me away from the Accounting clique.  “This is Amanda.  She lives in the neighborhood, and she’s trying to get into the modeling scene.  Amanda, this is Dave, one of Margaret’s former co-workers.”
The girl had bushy black hair, attractive, and wore a striking red dress.  I guessed she was in her mid-twenties.  And she smiled, extending her hand to me. 
She looked vaguely familiar.  I took her hand absently, trying to think where we had met.  Then I remembered, and my jaw dropped.  Amanda... Mandy... she was my Internet partner in the intimate session I’d had last night.  I was horrified to think that she might expose me to my old friends here....
And then I remembered.  Although I recognized her, she didn’t know me.  I was just an anonymous voice, and probably only one of a dozen clients she had entertained last night.
“Are you O.K., Dave?  You look a little bewildered!” Jim grinned.
I quickly came to my senses.  “No,” I said.  “I’m fine.  I thought I’d seen you somewhere before, Amanda... on television, perhaps?”
“No, not yet,” she smiled.  “I’ve only just started in the business.”
“What area?  Fashion?”
“I’ve done a few pictures for an underwear catalog,” she said.  “Not much, but it’s a start.  Let’s hope for bigger things in future.”
I hardly noticed Margaret thrusting a glass of red wine into my hand.  I was entirely focused on Amanda, and had a mental picture of his fashion model wearing stockings and a sexy basque; maybe she wore one occasionally when working as “Mandy” on the Internet site that I’d visited last night.  Could I be mistaken about her?  Maybe she had a close double somewhere else in the world? 
Then I remembered “Mandy” had a small tattoo at the top of her left arm - it was the shape of a jigsaw piece - and I wondered if I could see it on Amanda’s arm.  Her dress covered the spot that I wanted to inspect and the only way to check would be to hold a discussion about tattoos.  How could I bring our conversation round to that subject?
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I haven't written anything here for a while because my schedule has been interrupted by a minor health issue I've had to spend time in hospital recently, where I didn't have Internet access, except for occasional access to my Twitter account.  It was hell without my laptop!  Having to take time away from my keyboard has prompted me to have second thoughts about some plotting issues in the three longer books I had in preparation; they are all turning out to be much longer than I'd originally intended!  But I hope to have them ready soon - "You must finish everything that you start" was my creating writing teacher's mantra.

And my brain is teeming with tons of other short stories.  I have a feeling that Waterlines 20 may be ready for publication sooner than I'd originally envisioned.  Just keep watching this space - I promise to be back here again very soon!

My best wishes to you all

Chris