Spanking Lady Willow

By Shady Grace

How do you celebrate a divorce? Join a sex club!

Sasha Borden is two weeks away from being a free woman, and free she certainly wants to be. What better way to rejoice her new life than joining an underground sex club, where strangers meet for a night of flesh-filled fantasy?

At Sinful Epiphany any and every wish can be fulfilled while identities are always kept secret. As Sasha embarks on her naughty rendezvous with a stranger, one night of stripped inhibitions could lead to sexual euphoria, or something even more sinful . . .

PUBLISHER NOTE: Erotic M/F BDSM, Short Story. 11,300 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jul 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463596043

Shady Grace

Shady Grace makes Northern Ontario her home, where the bush is so thick you can’t see two feet past the tree line.Perhaps the mystery of the woods was what initially sparked her need to write. She adores strong alpha males who fall for fiery, independent women, in settings with humorous dialogue and action-filled plots.Shady believes love and sex should be exciting and unforgettable. Being able to write about it is better than cheesecake.Shady Grace is the new pen name to mutli-published erotic author, BL Bonita, who received a starred review from Publishers Weekly for her Interracial Western, Dark Sun Rising.

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SPANKING LADY WILLOW

SHADY GRACE

How do you celebrate a divorce? Join a sex club!

Sasha Borden is two weeks away from being a free woman, and free she certainly wants to be. What better way to rejoice her new life than joining an underground sex club, where strangers meet for a night of flesh-filled fantasy?

At Sinful Epiphany any and every wish can be fulfilled while identities are always kept secret. As Sasha embarks on her naughty rendezvous with a stranger, one night of stripped inhibitions could lead to sexual euphoria, or something even more sinful . . .

PUBLISHER NOTE: Erotic M/F BDSM, Short Story. 11,300 words.

SPANKING LADY WILLOW

SHADY GRACE

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CHAPTER ONE

Did I hear you right? You’re going to join a swingers club and make love to a stranger? Elisa, Sasha Borden’s eldest sister and only confidant, stared at her in complete bewilderment.

No, I’m going to fuck him, Sasha replied casually, just as Elisa took a sip of her cocktail. She sputtered and coughed with a bit more emphasis than necessary, making heads turn in the classy lounge where they often got together.

No doubt, the Suits surrounding them were shocked and appalled by their loud cackles and unladylike language, she thought with an animated smile. Sensible women, the ones who frequented this particular establishment were supposed to be quiet and look pretty, as Elisa often said.

Jesus, Sasha, why would you do such a careless thing? Heat suffused Elisa’s cheeks, neck, and chest. Suddenly drawn to her sister’s blaringly visible breasts peeking out above the sheer camisole of her white blazer, Sasha cocked a brow. She was amazed her sister wore something other than the strangling turtleneck she was known for.

Because that’s what careless people do, sis. I need passion in my life, a reason to look forward to the future. My life has been so bleak lately, and when Gage and I were together, we never did anything special. She laughed softly, although deep down it hurt to bring up their past relationship. And in bed, it was always missionary position without any enthusiasm. There’s more to sex than that. There’s more to life, and I’m going to experience it.

An image of her handsome ex wormed its way into her mind. Chiseled body, whiskered face, brooding brown eyes, used to spark her inner vixen. He had a deep, smooth voice and a reckless way about him that pulled her in right from the beginning. But looks were deceiving. What she thought would be an exciting, everlasting marriage, turned out to be wishful thinking. He only ever thought of work—which she understood, to a certain degree—but not when she spent most of their marriage alone.

Disappointment coiled in her stomach. She fingered the toothpick spearing the olive in her martini, suddenly wishing she’d ordered a scotch instead. When she looked up, Elisa