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SONG OF FLAME

Sirrocco

Song of Flame is a collection of erotic short stories and poetry, some white hot and scorching, such as the situation with Tara who is feeling sex starved in 'The Phone Call'

Tara who is feeling sex starved in 'The Phone Call' and receives a call from a friend who talks her through the hottest climax she's had in a long time;

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Or Jim who is just having "One Of Those Nights". His gay cousin Phil and his Partner Chaz introduce him to the dark erotic thrill of BDSM. While blindfolded a sexy female voice from a speaker phone on the room talks him to a shattering climax.

Others just simply light hearted, playful and loving such as Lydia in "Handy Man" who has been experiencing sexual dysfunction, and is taken to new erotic heights by her patient, loving husband who has newly acquired an arsenal of sex toys that he uses on her.� For the female erotica fan who is looking for a titillating bedtime read, you won't want to miss this collection by a promising fresh new voice in the erotic fiction genre...

 

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Length:

34555 Words

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Published:

2007

Cover Art:

T.L. Davison

Editor:

Terrie Lynn Balmer

Copyright:

Sirrocco

ISBN Number:

978-0-978430-21-4

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EXCERPT

   

TARA THREW HER PURSE on the couch and then flopped down onto the cushion next to it. Her panties were soaked from the perpetual state of arousal she'd suffered for half of the damn day, and she still had to make the damned phone call that would keep her from any hint of relief for at least another forty five minutes.

She was frustrated beyond frustration when she got up from the couch to dial the number on her cell phone. She dragged herself into her bedroom while the thing rang, then plopped down on the unmade bed.

The thing rang five times before Angela answered it. The woman's bright, chirpy voice on the other end of the line did absolutely nothing to quiet Tara's need or to pick up her interest in the phone call. It was lucky Angela was, as always, more interested in telling than hearing. A few, well placed "Yeah? Really?" and "Wow!" comments were all Tara needed to make to keep up her end of the conversation.

Tara mostly listened the rest of the time. She did use part of that time, though, to start searching out some helpful paraphernalia. She figured since she could not attend to her problem then and there she might as well get a head start on putting things in order. Then, when the obligatory phone call was over, she could get down to business with what she really needed to happen.

The unmade bed would allow her to crawl right in and get comfortable. The stand next to the bed contained all of her helping hands, so all she had to do was decided which would be the most beneficial for what she had in mind.

She would want the clamps, of course; not the harsh, biting things, but soft, furry ones, ones that applied just that delightful amount of pleasure/almost pain without actually hurting her.

Tara shuddered just thinking about them. Her breasts were big and her nipples, when erect, were the width of an eraser on a number 2 pencil and a little over half again as long. They were touchable, suckable, and totally sensitive to the least amount of stimulation.

Tara tested this well-known fact one more time by drawing her hand across them. They reacted immediately, even through the blouse and the bra she was wearing. Unfortunately, the reaction was so strong that she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping, which would, undoubtedly, startle the hell out of the bore on the phone.

She wanted the interminable call to end, now, more than ever; but there seemed to seemed to be no break in the stream of talk which would allow for a graceful exit. Still, the shivers running through her urged her to fondle the nipples again. She tempted fate by doing so. The tease left her shuddering when she did. The frustration grew worse.

Tara, you gotta knock this off. Just really listen to the conversation, hey?"

 

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