Sarahs Sexploits - All the Colours of the Rainbow: Sarah's relationship with sexy Frenchman Emil

By K T Red

Sarah helps Emil to celebrate Bastille Day as only she can as their relationship intensifies - and not just on the sexual front! But as far as sex goes, their lust for each other is as strong as ever as they start to get to know each other more intimately and Sarah begins to open up about her past. A razor, some minty lube and Sarah's sense of fun and sexual mischief drives the usually cool Emil insane and he reveals his wild and animal side. But, as Sarah lets herself start to enjoy her new found happiness, her already waning involvement with married colleague Scott comes to a bitter and angry end and she finds herself taking drastic action.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jul 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781782342038

Book preview

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Preface

Just when I think I know what - or rather who - I want, life throws me a curveball! It’s like I said before; having one man in your life who turns you inside out, upside down and back to front is such a blessing. Me - I’ve got two.

One knows about the other but the other doesn’t know about the other one - if you follow me. And what makes it even more complicated is that we all work at the same place! And one’s my boss and he’s also the other one’s boss as well. It makes my head spin.

Emil - my very handsome boss - has just taken me to London for the weekend. Apart from a little bit of unpleasantness with an old business rival of his, it was just the most incredible time. It was the first time we slept together, even though we didn’t actually get much sleep. He is perhaps the most unselfish and generous lover I’ve ever had but I would prefer him not to count how many orgasms he gives me! I have to admit I lost count but let me tell you something, it beats the hell out of counting sheep!

But it isn’t just the sex with Emil. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is blissful but it’s a lot more than that. Even when he joins in with my bad girl games, he makes me feel like no other man ever has. He makes me feel like I’m someone special. He makes me feel like I matter to him - not just as someone he’s having sex with. He makes me feel like a lady. He calls me Peach and he’s even introduced me to his parents!

Scott - the other one - has been a bit elusive over the past few weeks since our afternoon together. I must admit I’m a bit relieved. He’s an absolute animal between the sheets but any time we get together is stolen time, stolen from his wife and children. Despite the passion I feel when we’re together, I know we have a limited shelf life and that the right thing to do - for both of us - would be to finish it sooner rather than later.

I was going to end it last time but once he got his cock in me, I couldn’t. It’s just that he makes me feel like I haven’t done for a long time and the last person who triggered all-consuming passion like that also did me a lot of harm. It took me a long time to put my life back together when He was no longer part of it. And I’ve no intention of putting myself through that again. But he’s a fucking good lay!

Emil knows about Scott but Scott doesn’t know about Emil. I don’t compare them because I wouldn’t know where to start. It would be like trying to compare a T-bone steak with the best French cuisine. You just can’t because there is no comparison.

Where do I go from here though? I can’t have them both. It’s too much even for me to cope with - and I can shag for Britain! Emil is becoming more important to me with every passing day in spite of our different backgrounds. But does that really matter - the class thing? Scott isn’t free to be mine and I won’t lure a man away from his children. So I guess I’ve answered my own question.

Oh God - life would be so much easier if I was frigid.

But it would be much less fun!

Chapter One

I’m so very proud to be Welsh. I love my country and all the crazy people in it. Every St David’s Day, I get a rush of patriotic emotions along with a surge of horny homes. However, today is the fourteenth day of July. It’s Bastille Day. So I thought that my (my?) handsome and Gallic Emil might feel like a special treat.

I know what time his miserable old dragon of a secretary goes for her lunch. You could set your clock by her. Out of the door by one and back at two. Every single day. I’ve often wondered where she goes. Perhaps she dashes home for a quickie. Dear God in heaven, what a thought!

I snuck into his office first thing and left him a little clue. I can’t believe he hasn’t changed his security code after I finagled it for very immoral purposes. I wonder if she suspects anything? Personal secretaries to tend to be privy to an awful lot