A Kink a Day Book Two

By Kay Jaybee

From the kinky activities of an obligingly dirty girl, to an unorthodox game of snooker; a battle with both extreme heat and cold, and some delicious cafe-time action, A Kink a Day Book Two provides a bite-sized moment of lust-fuelled distraction for each day of the week—with an additional erotic fantasy to enhance your Saturday morning lie-in.

A Kink a Day Book Two contains stories previously published in Quick Kink One and Two.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kay Jaybee
• Release date: Oct 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463496763

Kay Jaybee

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETOKay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.Kay Jaybee has over 200 erotica publications including, The Fifth Floor - Book 1 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJ Press, 2017) , The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013).The Retreat (Book 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), Knowing Her Place (Book 3 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), and The New Room (a novella length addition to the Fables Hotel story) will be re-released in 2018.Details of all Kay’s short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.ukYou can follow Kay on -Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybeeFacebook -http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthorGoodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybeeBrit Babes- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.htmlKay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

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A Kink a Day - Book Two

Eight hot erotic fantasies

One for each night of the week - and a spare...

Kay Jaybee

Copyright © Kay Jaybee 2018

Smashwords edition.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of Kay Jaybee. www.kayjaybee.me.uk

The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

(Please note that many of the stories included in this A Kink a Day collection have been published in, the now unavailable, Quick Kink collections and other erotic anthologies)

Contents

Café Work

Dirty Girl

The Bookshop

Snookered

Plus One

Tell Me a Story

Heat

Cold

About the Author

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Café Work

He’d been watching the clock for the past 15 minutes, and with each glance it seemed to get slower and slower. Now, at last, the hands were hovering over five o’clock.

Clyde peered around the kitchen door into the main body of the café. Two tables were still occupied. At both there sat a pair of women, sipping at their tea and chatting as if they had all the time in the world, totally oblivious of the fact that the café had closed.

Watching from his hidden position, Clyde saw Aggie walk purposely between the tables with a cleaning cloth in her hand. She bolted the front door and turned the sign to ‘Closed’ to prevent further last-minute customers straying inside in the hope of a coffee.

Clyde could feel his anger rising at the selfishness of the lingering women who continued to gossip despite the blatant, We are closed activities Aggie was performing all around them. He’d waited so long to carry out his plan, and now they were holding him up further.

At a quarter to nine that morning, Clyde had watched his the cafe’s owner lean over the glass-fronted counter and cake display, filling it with the pastries and scones that he’d been baking in the café’s compact kitchen since seven o’clock that morning. He’d observed her lithe body stretch up and over the counter, his eyes taking pleasure in the slight alteration in her clothing that each movement made.

When Aggie leaned forward to carefully balance a sponge onto its pedestal, her crisply ironed white blouse pulled away from the waist band of her short black skirt, giving him a glimpse of smooth tanned back. When she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes to reach a tray of cheese scones from the cooling rack, he was treated to a fleeting glimpse of lacy hold-up tops.

Every morning for the past three years, he’d watched her. Each day they playfully flirted as they coped with the constant demands of running the busy coffee shop, and every day Clyde’s lust level rose.

Watching his boss prepare for the start of business that morning, enjoying the occasional flash of Aggie’s toned midriff, Clyde decided that today would be the day he made a move.

***

Now, hours later, after a day of hard work, Clyde’s resolve to act had not broken as it usually did. He could picture himself pinning Aggie against the counter, running his hands over her cotton shirt, trailing a finger between the top of her hold-ups and the hidden knickers above. If only those damn women would hurry up and leave.

Clyde’s dick stirred beneath his checked trousers as he removed his waist apron. He watched Aggie, having given up on subtle hints, approach the remaining clients and explain the situation. To his immense relief, he saw them stand up in a flurry of in a world of our own apologies, and prepare to depart.

Nerves made a beeline for his stomach, and the doubts that assailed him every evening filled his head. Would she scream and run away? Would she just look at him with scornful disbelief? She was seven years younger than him; was he too old in her eyes? Maybe she’d give him the sack?

Usually the doubts won, but today the small voice of hope that lived at the back of his head got louder, drowning out the cries of common sense. She’s always flirting with you – go for it – she’ll love it.

Aggie let the four women out and re-shot the door’s bolt home. Leaning her back against the door’s glass, she let out an exhausted sigh of relief. Clyde continued to watch as she drew breath, her suntanned face framed by stray wisps of strawberry blonde hair that had escaped from her hastily tied ponytail. Her black apron was askew, and her cheeks had points of red on them, showing just how tired and warm she was. Dragging herself back to work, Aggie began to gather together the remaining dirty cups and saucers on a tray, and headed towards the kitchen.

For a second Clyde froze. This was it. His daily opportunity. Today he was determined not to let it pass him by. Over the past three years, in