Sarah's Sexploits - 'Tis the Season to be Jolly: Sarah and Emil - and a sexy friend from Sarahs' past - celebrate the festive season in some very sexy ways.

By K T Red

Enjoy some sexy festive fun with Sarah and Emil. When Sarah can't decide what to buy the man who has everything for Christmas, she enlists the help of an old lover to give him the thrill of his life and make one of his fantasies come true. Throw in some roleplay over Christmas lunch, a spine tingling, gold filled New Year and an offer that takes Sarah's breath away and you have the sexiest way to celebrate the season of goodwill.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jul 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781782345183

Book preview

1988.

The Story So Far...

It’s been quite an eventful year. I started the year as - well, to be perfectly blunt - a bit of a player. Then I started a no-strings-attached thing with a married guy from work, followed shortly by the same arrangement with my boss. Not to mention the occasional girly dalliance with the most gorgeous and sexy auditor - if that isn’t a contradiction in terms!

I got bored with Scott after a few steamy sessions - especially when I realised that apart from a huge cock he had not one single appealing trait. But that was how my life was. Find a hunk, fuck him, find out he’s a shit, get the hell away from him as quickly as possible and then on to the next. Fuck him, find out he’s a shit, etc, etc. Well, you get the picture. Leopards and spots.

Lovely, lithe, cute Annie was always just a bit of an occasional indulgence. You know what it’s like - a little bit of what you fancy does you good and we all like to scratch our itch once in a while. Sadly, she moved abroad with work and that was that. I do miss her but not enough to find a replacement.

My boss turned out to be something altogether more wonderful. He takes me at my word when I ask him to pinch me because I think I’m dreaming. He’s smart, funny, kind, sensitive and so damn sexy that he makes me drool - and not just from my mouth! Emil knew exactly what I needed and fought me every step of the way until I realised it. Emil. Did I tell you he was French? Well, he is and I love him anyway!

He rescued me - physically as well as morally. I’ve had some issues over the years which I’ve locked away. Emil’s the only man I’ve trusted enough to let him help me come to terms with my past. It took a shocking act of violence to drag it out of me and, although it almost tore us apart, we’re stronger for it. He’s always known about my darkness and sharing it with him finally brings me some light at the end of a very long tunnel.

He made me promise that I’d have counselling to help me bury the past and I’m glad that he did. I feel liberated, like I’ve been set free, like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders. In return, he promised me that he wouldn’t treat me differently. And he hasn’t! He’s as rampantly horny and passionate as he ever was and sex with him is better than any therapy. Every now and then, I catch him sneaking a watchful glance at me but instead of it angering me as it would have done a few months ago, I find it makes me love him even more.

But....there’s a problem in paradise. And unfortunately it’s a big one.

Along with all his other wonderful qualities, Emil happens to be quite wealthy. Not super, mega-bucks, disgustingly, filthy rich but nicely comfortable. He’s got a fabulous penthouse, a seaside chalet which I adore with all my heart, a flashy sports car and so many other nice things.

What the fucking hell am I going to get him for Christmas?

Chapter One

For a woman of my age, I find myself extremely embarrassed by the fact that I’ve never had to buy a Christmas present for a man before. Ever! My father died when I was only a few years old and I have no brothers or brothers in law or nephews. I’ve never been in a relationship during the festive season other than one which didn’t merit the exchanging of names, never mind gifts!

I’ve done all the normal, traditional things that women everywhere do year in, year out. You know, the stereo-typical man gifts. I’ve looked at clothes, music, arty stuff and even a course of cookery lessons - which believe me he really needs. His parents weren’t much help. The gorgeous Stanley told me that I would know in my heart when I had found the right gift. You can see where Emil gets his overly healthy charm from! His mother laughed and said that he was just as difficult to buy for when he was a little boy.

So I’m a bit stumped. I can’t buy him novelty socks, for crying out loud! Despite his wealth, Emil isn’t a very materialistic kind of guy. I don’t want to buy him a tie or cufflinks or a bottle of the aftershave that makes him smell so damn good. I want to find something special,