On The Naughty List

By Frankie Fitzgerald

DESCRIPTION:
To spice things up in her relationship, Sarah schedules a sexy Christmas boudoir photo shoot with the local photographer Victor Ren. It’s only when she arrives that she realizes he is the nerdy kid from high school, Ben Simon. The shoot begins normally but quickly unravels when Ben suggests that she takes off her top. One moment they’re taking photos, the next they’re fucking. Ben records the entire thing and sends pictures to blackmail Sarah.

EXCERPT:
Once locked in the safety of her shared apartment, she tears the envelope open and her trembling hands drop the contents. It’s pictures, pictures of her naked and spread for Ben and his camera. Pictures of her, eyes hooded with undisguised lust, tweaking her nipples. Bent over in her silk thong. Legs thrown open wantonly.
“No,” she whispers. Hot tears prickle behind her eyes as she crawls around, scooping them up and shuffling them together. Her body is bared and there on film, guilty evidence of her moment of weakness. Stating her right in the face. She sobs, holding the incriminating photos against her chest. She picks up the envelope, and a scrap of paper slips out, flutters to the floor.
“Looks like you’re on the naughty list this year, Sarah. And naughty girl that now belongs to me. - Ben.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463513767

Frankie Fitzgerald

Frankie is an up and coming new writer. She is a single mother living out her fantasies on the page and enjoys writing a variety of taboo novels.

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CONTENTS

On The Naughty List

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

by Frankie Fitzgerald

Christmas music plays softly as Sarah pushes open the door into the big, airy foyer of Ren Studios. The place is decked out in fake holly and fake fluffy snow, a fake Christmas tree pushed against one exposed-brick wall with tons of prettily wrapped presents beneath it. The whole place looks like something out of a magazine, and she sucks in a nervous breath as she approaches the reception counter.

It’s abandoned. The whole place seems eerily still on a Wednesday afternoon - it’s two weeks until Christmas, shouldn’t they be booked up? Sarah cranes her neck to look down the long hallway, but sees nothing but closed doors and more blonde hardwood floors. She taps her fingers nervously on the countertop, considering for the hundredth time that she’s made a mistake.

She just wants her boyfriend back. The passion they’d had in the beginning, as high schoolers, when making out in the back of his parents’ car could make her wetter than Lake Michigan. When he still looked at her like she hung the moon. Instead, Sarah feels invisible now - Huxley comes home late, ignoring the fact that she made him a special dinner or crawling into bed, oblivious to the frilly lingerie she’d purchased and put on for him. She starts working out again, feet pounding on the treadmill and arms trembling as she does endless reps. She’s always been slender, but her body tones up and firms thanks to her exercise.

Huxley never even notices.

The final solution is this: a boudoir photoshoot. She’s never felt more insecure in her life, but she’s willing to swallow her pride and insecurity to pose in front of a stranger in her new Christmas themed lingerie and hopeful that when her boyfriend opens it Christmas morning, he’ll care. He’ll think she’s sexy again, beautiful. Maybe throw her down in front of the Christmas tree and fuck her as she’s been so desperate for.

Sarah chews her lip, wondering what to do, as she waits in the lobby. Finally, she hears footsteps, and her heart seems to pound in time with them as they grow closer. Sarah forced on a polite smile that belies her anxiety as she glances toward the stranger, only -

Ben Simon? she gasps, surprised. It’s been years since she saw the resident emo-kid of her high school. He’d always been a dark shadow on the fringe of the crowd, dressed in black with too-long hair and the most withering glare she’s ever witnessed. They were on the newspaper together, Sarah suddenly remembers, and he was the photographer