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By Kitty Cummings

Tantalising stories of sexual desires, lust and passion that will trigger the inner you. Individual stories of power, corruption and sexual awakenings. Read them alone or as a couple! 

Woman who seeks sexual gratification after her husband cheats and she feels unattractive, unloved and tossed aside - how watch the tables turn. Finding newfound freedom to explore her sexual desires. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kitty Cummings
• Release date: Sep 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223755814

Book preview

Kitty Cummings

WARNING

These short stories are to

be restricted to an Adult Audience –

will not suit all adults.

All characters and places are fictional.

PROLOGUE

BOOK 1

The initial short story "New Seductions" is a story about a sex deprived woman whose husband has left her for his secretary and all she craves is excitement. Will she get it?

New Seductions

I always wondered what I had done wrong.

I’d barely been married two years when my director husband had left me for his stunning new secretary. People had warned me about her, but I was oblivious to it as I was more focussed on the expensive car, meals and clothes. Maybe I hadn’t paid him enough attention. I know our sex life was non-existent, but I had put that down to him working long hours. I was a total fool for not realising that he was putting his cock into a young whore.

He promised to compensate me handsomely, which he had done, until the financial crash arrived, and then my funds stopped. I was screwed! What was I going to do?

Sonia, my best friend, suggested I visited a local club to cheer myself up. I’d lost a lot of weight and the only thing I had to wear, that fit me and was suitable, was a crimson silk wrap dress that clung to my newly slender curves.

OMG you scrub up well! Sonia stated with a slight hint of jealously.

I’d made an effort; curled my hair and applied just the right amount of make-up. My hair was curled in long golden waves over my voluptuous breasts which tugged at the fabric.  I was longing for some excitement.

I didn’t understand the importance of human touch until I didn’t have it anymore.

I glanced back and forth losing sight of my surrounds as we headed down the motorway and off at the next junction. The driver kept glancing in my direction, letting me know he found me attractive. I leaned over, until my breasts were dangling before him as I pretended to adjust my shoes. His breath quickened which caught my attention and I sucked hard on my lip.

Bad girl!

I winked back at him.

The city lights came into view, and we were soon parked directly opposite the club. Throbbing music could be heard as we approached. Just as we were about to exit the car the driver grabbed my arm, skimming his fingers across my breasts in the process.

These are mine; do you hear me?

The words made me twitch and I had to gather myself as Sonia beckoned me and we were ushered straight into the club.

Several men glanced our way and we chuckled, wondering which one of them would be brave enough. Finally, as I was about to order a drink, a hand rubbed past my breast for the second time this evening.

I’ll get these!

I glanced up as I had immediately recognised that voice.  It belonged to my ex-husband’s handsome partner. ‘Oh shit!’ I thought. My husband had often mentioned how many women his partner had had and how he liked it different. I wasn’t too sure what my husband had meant by that. I twitched again at the thought of finding out. I’d forgotten that he owned this club.

We talked for a brief time; he told me how stupid my husband was for letting me go. He was looking me up and down and focussed his attention on my huge breasts.

I mean who would want to give those up?

I rubbed up against his crotch on several occasions accidently to begin with, and then intentionally, until suddenly, without a word, we were pushing through the crowds as he pulled me deeper and deeper down passages and finally into a dimly lit corner with a red dull light.  My pulse quickened and I realised that Sonia had been left behind with his friend. He flicked the light on, and my eyes were immediately drawn to a wooden chair directly in the centre of the room. Either side were racks of sex toys; row upon row of whips, dildos of varied lengths and girths, some strange-shaped things I’d never seen before.  The leather smelt intoxicating as I longed to learn more. My breath quickened even more, and my stomach tightened in anticipation and fear.

He pushed me violently against a chair, grabbed my face and yanked my