Voyeur Eyes Only

It is with huge pleasure that l have been fortunate enough to receive an excerpt from this fabulously exciting book! Anyone who reads my work will know that l am a huge fan of Voyeurism, so this book is of special interest to me, l can't wait to read it!

VOYEUR EYES ONLY:

An erotic collection of shorts stories by best-selling authors with a central theme of voyeurism in Las Vegas.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Not anymore…

High above the Las Vegas strip, at the top of Skylane Tower, the rooms come with one special amenity; a high powered telescope. When a group of erotica writers descend on Sin City for their annual conference, the voyeurs witness first hand, that some authors live by the adage, ‘write what you know’.

A woman’s curiosity is piqued as she observes a beautiful stranger being bound in silky red rope. A man scouting for new sex slaves, watches as an elegant woman gets more than her hands dirty. A prostitute pulls a switch - sending her lover out on a call.  A simple slip of the hand, causes a case of mistaken room identity and a linen closet at a nearby hotel, sees more action than all of them combined. And that is just the beginning…

They say perception is reality. Is what the Voyeur sees through their spyglass just a fantasy; on which side of the lens would you like to be?

Window of Opportunity

by Cecilia Tan

My cell phone sits on the desk by the window, silent. I am expecting it to ring. I am expecting you to bail out at any moment. We’re playing a sort of game of chicken, after all, aren’t we?

I train the telescope on to the window. Oh, those beautiful floor to ceiling windows at the Flamingo. Excellent for watching the decadence that is the dancing fountains at the Bellagio. Yes, flinging water into the arid, desert air. So wasteful. So wanton.

The windows are decadent, too, leaching air conditioning into the desert heat...

I see him. I see him pacing at that window. He looks nervous. I almost call him to assure him that I’m almost there... except that would ruin everything, if you were to appear at his door while I was on the phone. Come on, girl, how long does it take to walk from here to there? I know you’re on high heels, and I know you can’t strut half as well, or as fast, as I can. But seriously, it has been almost twenty minutes since you left here.

I imagine you are waiting for an elevator. Or maybe you’re just outside his door. Gathering your nerve.

I hold my breath. Maybe you’ll chicken out yet. I start to imagine what punishment I’ll enact if you back out now. You’re being taught a lesson, chickadee. Don’t forget that.

He leans against the railing at the window and I can see his face clearly. Not as old as he sounded on the phone, early thirties. Black hair, not going gray yet. He’s still in his dress shirt, though he has undone the top few buttons and untucked it from his trousers.

He is barefoot. For some reason that makes me wonder.

I’m just starting to dream of some other way to punish you when he jerks away from the window. You must be knocking. Good. It’s about time we had some action.

Oh, shy pretty little thing, like Bambi, innocent and tottering on those baby legs, you tiptoe into the room. Actually, it’s how steep those heels are that makes you walk that way, but your cautious attitude? I should’ve coached you better. He’s never going to believe you’re me!

I nearly pick up my phone, but I want him to at least paw you a little. I want you to feel what it’s like to have a total stranger’s hands on you. You think you know everything. Well, you don’t know this.

Here we go. He slips an arm around you, into the small of your back, pulling you close like you’re about to tango. Can you feel his hard on, Bambi-dear? Is it pressing against your pubic bone right now? Or is he not there yet?

Oh, beautiful. Your hand on the side by the window? I can see it reach between you. I can see you rubbing it up and down. Get him hard, Bambi. Get him so he’s leaking inside his pants.

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Readers, you are welcome! Enjoy!

Gemma 

Six sentence Sunday #32

                        


Hi everyone and welcome to another six sentences. This is my final visit to 'Master Me, Master You', please leave me a comment, and click on the banner above to visit the wonderful writers taking part today:


 Laying down beside him l studied his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing steady. Without the powerful blue staring back at me, l could see that he was just a man like any other. If anything he was more vulnerable than most as l had just discovered through our sexual play. I wrapped an arm around him and his eyes opened, still intense, but warmer. He smiled at me.

The story doesn't end there, but next week l will be sharing something new with you all, thank you for visiting today.

Happy Sunday!

Flash Fiction Friday

Hello and welcome to this weeks Flash Fiction Friday! Every Friday a few of us do our best to write a short story about the same picture using only 100 words, here is this weeks post:

"Sara, please don't shut me out" Ray spoke gently.

"There's nothing to say Ray." said Sara. 

Ray knew that it was a bad idea to come to bed on an argument, he had wanted to sort things out earlier but when Sara was upset there was no reasoning with her.

He looked down at her beautiful face, her eyes deep in thought. He traced a finger along her perfect skin and wished he could turn back the clock. Blinking back tears, he knew he had pushed her too far. 

 Sara would never be his again. 

"She meant nothing to me." he tried.

I know it's sad but l hope you enjoyed it all the same! Please leave me a comment and click on the link below to read the many other fabulous interpretations!

Have a great weekend

Gemma

Flasher Fiction Friday

Six Sentence Sunday #31

                              
                                   



Hello Everyone and a very warm welcome to this weeks Six sentences! Carrying on from last week we find Jenna facing a vulnerable Tom, a quality she didn't realise he possessed: 

Walking slowly over to the bed l looked closer at the tawdry items lying there. I picked up the anal beads and felt them, the black latex balls lay innocently across my palm. The handcuffs, by contrast, were made of hard, cold steel; l lifted them up feeling their surprising heaviness. Finally l held the ball gag. It was an ominous, small black ball with breathing holes which was attached to a wide leather strap. I looked at Tom and suddenly wanted to punish him for making me walk without knickers through town, for making me tremble to his touch and for screwing me up against a tree in the park where anyone could have seen us.

Well l hope you enjoyed my snippet from 'Master Me, Master You', please leave me a comment. If you click on the large banner at the top of the page you'll be able to visit the many fantastic blogs taking part today!
Happy Sunday

Gemma

Flash Fiction Friday #25

Hello Everyone and welcome to this weeks Flash. Each week a bunch of us get together to tell a story about the same picture using 100 words. Here is this weeks picture and my interpretation of it, enjoy:

Everything seemed to be going according to plan. The girl seemed to be really taken with Sean, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes. To any bystander they looked as though they had been lovers for a long time.

'Come on Sean,' thought Paul, 'Tell her, tease her, make her want to come home with us.'

"You're friend looks neglected." said the girl,

"Let me introduce you to him, what was your name again?"

An hour later the trio shared a taxi back to Pauls apartment.

Two hours later, the girl was receiving very good room service from both of them. 

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Flasher Fiction Friday

Romance, Passion or both?

        HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

What does it all mean to you? Is Valentines day a commercial waste of time? An excuse to show the one you love just what they mean to you? Or is it simply another reason to get extra sexy with your partner?

Ah the romance, it's there for those who wish to take it. But how many of us are really romantic, how many of us want the hearts, flowers, chocolate and special meal for two?

I think we all appreciate the effort put in to make us feel special. Some women may scoff and boast that their men love them warts and all. They are probably right, but does that mean that it isn't woth getting dressed up for them once in a while? Personally l love to surprise my man, his appreciation is what spurs me on, l know that if l go to meet him wearing nothing beneath my raincoat but hold up fishnet stockings, he is going to respond exactly how l want him to. Is that romance? Well, sort of. l'm doing something l know he loves, getting a kick out of pleasing him and thrilling myself in the process because of his response. If he was the sort of man who would respond with "You must be freezing love, put some clothes on" l probably wouldn't be with him in the first place. But we're all different.
Being told l'm sexy makes me feel more inclined to be sexy, to really feel it. l can confidently strip for him, tease him, play games and never turn the light off, if his response is sexual appreciation. l'll do whatever he wants me to do if he really loves it and tells me so.
Men, it is easy really, look after us in every way and we will take care of you. Love us and we'll love you back.  Make us feel like we are the sexiest thing you have ever seen and we'll blow your mind as well as your cock.
Make us believe that we are the best thing that has ever happened to you, and we truly will be.

Six Sentence Sunday #30

                          


Hello and welcome to another six sentences from 'Master Me, Master You'. Last week we left Jenna in a bit of a quandary as she returned from the shower to find a collection of sex toys on the bed:

“Come back!” Tom shouted, “Please, its ok.”

I looked behind me and saw him sitting calmly on the side of the bed.

“They’re for me,” his voice was suddenly small, “I wanted you to do…me.”

I waited, unsure about this turn in events, he looked up at me, those piercing blue eyes wide and as persuasive as ever.

“It’s ok,” he said, “You can leave if you want.”

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Happy Sunday everyone,

Gemma

Flash Fiction Friday

Hello Everyone and welcome to another Friday Flash. One picture and 100 words to describe it:

Melissa could just about see the clock from this position. She had been lying here for 40 minutes and her neck was getting stiff. She couldn't allow her sorrow to take up any more of the day.

Rising from the bed, she turned off the lamp and opened the curtains wide to let the daylight in. She showered and dressed, brushing her hair and applying fresh make-up. So what if this one didn't work out? She force a smile on her face and went out into the sunshine.

There would be other jobs.

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Have a great weekend!

Six Sentence Sunday #29

                           



Hello everyone and welcome to the first Sunday of February! What happened to January?
I'm moving on with 'Master Me, Master You' back in Tom's apartment. He has just asked Jenna if she trusts him and she has replied that she does: 

Suddenly he was standing, collecting items from an under bed storage box. He laid them all out on the washed out blue bedspread, as l sat nervously waiting on the edge. There were handcuffs, a ball gag, anal beads and a tatty tube of lubricant. I stood up.

“No!” l started, “I’m sorry, l have to leave, this is too…well l just can’t.”

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Happy Sunday everyone!

Gemma

Flash Fiction Friday

  Hello Everyone and welcome to another 'Flash Fiction Friday'! below is a picture that has been sent to all those who participate, our task (should we choose to accept it) is to write a little story using only 100 words! Impossible l hear you say? read on!
                                     SPRING BUCKS

"Ah, Alexander," sighed Sean, "Is there anything lovelier than this?"

"Well if there is l have yet to find it." replied Alexander.

Turning his head to the side to gaze at the sweet spring flowers casting their scent into the air around them, Sean thought back to the last time they were here. Just three months ago they met in secrecy, huddled up in long coats to keep out the wind. Alex' had promised to tell his wife that Sean was his true love.

"How much longer?" asked Sean, without turning his head.

"She already knows," beamed Alex' "she moved out yesterday."

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Have a great weekend

Gemma

 Flasher Fiction Friday

Summer's (incredible) journey

A few weeks ago l read a book that made me smile. It wasn't a funny book, just beautifully written, incredibly believable and, quite simply, one of the best Erotica stories l had read in a long time. It was called "Summers Journey" written by Summer Daniels. I was fortunate enough to read both parts, part one is the one featured above, 'Losing Control'  and leaves you with such a huge desire to read what happens next that you simply have no choice but to buy the next book in the series 'Alphabetical Assignation'.
Both books held my attention and had me squirming with desire at every sensual twist and turn. Here is the prologue for 'Losing Control': 

I slipped the blindfold over my eyes, took a deep breath and knocked twice on the door. I heard it open and Mark’s warm voice filled my ears. "Come in Summer. I am so happy you chose to join me tonight." He led me into the center of the room and stopped. "Just stand there for a moment if you would while I feast my eyes. You look absolutely stunning. That lovely dress is going to look very stylish on the floor next to the bed."
I never heard him move, but I could feel him behind me now. As he nuzzled the side of my neck, he pressed himself lightly against me. Whatever reservations I once had at giving up control to this stranger disappeared as my nipples did their best to rip through the lace bra and silk dress. How on earth could he know that my neck was one of my weak spots?
"I must confess that you are wearing much more at the moment than I am" he said. "Allow me to even the playing field." As he slowly unzipped my dress, he followed the descending zipper with his soft lips and tongue. He reached up and tugged gently and the dress pooled at my feet.

Even though we are told in the introduction to the book that this story is a work of fiction, it is easy to forget that fact as we follow Summer through her voyage of discovery with an enigmatic man (Mark) she meets on the internet. The ensuing exchange of emails leads the reader into Summer's mind as she questions the possibile outcomes of her actions. The story is thrilling and suspenseful, keeping you on the edge of your seat all the way through.
The fact that it is written in the first person helps greatly with the believability factor, especially as our heroine bears the same name as the author.
I wont say any more about the plot as it's too good a tale to spoil.

Read it for yourselves, you wont be disappointed:

Volume One – Losing Control

Or visit Summers website:
http://sexysassysummer.blogspot.com/

Gemma