Pete and Sarah's Guide to Seasonal Sex - Winter 2011

By Peter Birch, Sarah Berry and Nicky Raven

Pete and Sarah's Guide To Seasonal Sex - your one stop shop for everything you want to know about seasonal adult activities. Packed with interviews from internationally renowned performers such as Dita Von Teese and Buck Angel, as well as winter themed erotic stories, and seasonal adult articles!

This is THE guide you need to read, whether you are a girl, a boy, or both! Written by former Forum magazine editor Sarah Berry, and world renowned erotic writer Peter Birch, with editing by erotic author Nicky Raven, this new quarterly seasonal adult guide is sure to enlighten, amaze and entertain you through the dark winter months.

Formatted and digitally published globally by erotica book imprint House Of Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jul 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781849897525

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A Winter Feast

‘I want her glazed in honey.’

‘Honey? I thought, maybe, maple syrup?’

‘No. The true gourmet uses honey.’

‘If you say so, Uncle Clive. And will powdered ginger do?’

‘No. It has to be fresh ginger root, the biggest chunk you can get. Just follow my shopping list, Stephanie.’

‘Okay. See you later then.’

I ended the call and snapped my phone shut, then read Clive’s list again to make sure I’d got everything, talking to myself as I went through.

‘Ten pounds of King Edwards, check. Five pounds of parsnips, check. Five pounds of carrots, check. Two dozen Cumberland sausages, from the butcher, check. Mushrooms, red peppers, shallots, check. The best butter, check. One rosy red apple, check. That just leaves the honey and ginger root, oh, and a dozen perverts, but that’s not my business.’

A woman who’d been examining the spices gave me a disapproving look, to which I returned a happy grin, hoping to disturb her even more. The grin reflected my mood anyway. Poppy was going to look a fine sight, naked on the huge silver platter, face down among the roasted vegetables and sausages, her bottom stuck high in the air and liberally coated with honey sauce. Uncle Clive and his friends were sure to enjoy her, in the fullest sense of the word, she would have lived out one of her darkest and most private fantasies and we would have a thousand pounds in our bank account, which would make a very nice Christmas present indeed. All in all I was pretty pleased with myself.

With the shopping complete I made my way home, calling out for Poppy as I pushed open the door to the flat.

‘Are you out of bed yet, you little tart?’

‘I’m here.’

She didn’t bother to help me unpack, and I came into the bedroom to find her lying face down, reading, and in nothing but pair of big white knickers she’d gone to bed in the night before. I gave her bottom a resounding slap, hard enough to make her squeak and pay attention.

‘Ow! Stephanie!’

‘If you don’t want to be spanked, get up.’

‘I am up.’

She went back to her book. There was only one thing to be done, so I sat down beside her on the bed and peeled down her knickers. She gave a low purr as her bottom came bare, and she’d pushed her hips up as I began to spank her, no longer hard but the way she liked it, each slap just firm enough to make her cheeks bounce and bring a faint pink flush to her skin. Soon she’d put her book down and laid her head on her hands, spreading her legs a little as she spoke up.

‘That’s nice. A little harder please.’

I adjusted her knickers, pulling them down far enough to leave the lips of her cunt showing between her thighs. She responded with a happy sigh and I began to spank her again, full across the cheekiest part of her bottom until she’d begun to push her hips up and wriggle in encouragement. I began to talk to her.

‘You do know what we’re going to do to you, don’t you?’

‘Yes. You’re going to serve me up for dinner, just as if I was a roast pig, with maple syrup all over me so you can all lick it off.’

‘Honey, actually, but yes, that’s right, you bad, bad girl. And then what’s going to happen to you?’

‘You Uncle Clive is going to fuck me. Make me come, Stephanie.’

She’d stuck her bottom right up as we spoke, to let her cheeks come apart and show off her bottom hole as well as her cunt. I began to spank her harder, actually a little shocked by her behaviour.

‘You really are a disgrace, aren’t you, Poppy! And you definitely deserve this spanking. You know you’re going to have to be shaved, don’t you?’

‘Shaved? Oh, yes please.’

Her voice was a sigh, rich with pleasure. I shook my head in despair and carried on with her spanking, and talking to her.

‘Yes, Poppy, shaved, so they can all see your bare, pink cunt. You’re going to have an apple stuck in your mouth too, just like a real roast pig, at least until Clive takes it out so that you can suck him erect for your fucking. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Well you certainly ought to be, you little slut! Imagine it, naked on a plate and covered in honey, with a rosy red apple stuck in your mouth while they lick you, you dirty little bitch. You don’t even know half of them, and half of them are men. You’re suppose to be a lesbian, Poppy. You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, you shameless little fuck