Six More Sexy Shorts

By Miss Violet

Sweet, sexy and more than a little bit naughty... Indulge your fantasies with another collection of steamy short stories... they’re all for your pleasure. Miss Violet shows her gentle, romantic side with six kinky and rather naughty stories featuring gentle dommes. Find somewhere private, turn down the lights and enjoy!

Hot... menages and insta-lust...
Spicy... new ways to make love...
Naughty... dommes taking charge in the bedroom...
And much more...

Explicit sex and light BDSM. All characters are over 18 and all activities are consensual.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Up LLC
• Release date: Dec 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215028834

Miss Violet

Miss Violet is a pen name for Violet Reigns, who is better known for writing unashamedly naughty and very dark fetish erotica. As Miss Violet, she shows her gentler, romantic side, but not at the expense of penning super spicy and kinky stories featuring a few harmless sexual fetishes here and there.

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Six More Sexy Shorts

Miss Violet

Copyright

Copyright © Miss Violet 2023

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters represented are 18 years of age or older.

Previously published as Sexually Assertive.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

About The Author

Breakup Sex

Staying Power

The Most Intimate Kiss

Date Night

Photographs

Reunion

About The Author

Miss Violet is a pen name for Violet Reigns, who is better known for writing unashamedly naughty and very dark fetish erotica.

As Miss Violet, she shows her gentler, romantic side, but not at the expense of penning super spicy and kinky stories featuring a few harmless sexual fetishes here and there.

Ratings and reviews are greatly appreciated.

Find out more about Miss Violet at Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20281042.Violet_Reigns

Breakup Sex

As the theatre lights dimmed, Damien wondered if Poppy would arrive on time to see the start of the film. When the opening credits rolled, he wondered if she would make it at all. He needed to see her after the week he had gone through. To his relief, she arrived a moment later and slid into the seat beside him.

Sorry, got held up, she whispered in his ear. Where’s Katie?

She isn’t coming.

Why?

We broke up.

Someone shushed them from the darkness, so neither of them said another word. He had hoped to tell her after the film. Poppy always had questions, lots of questions. She thought of questions no one else would ever ask. It was best to deal with them all at once, and not give her the time to form a long list over the next two hours. At least the film would take his mind off the hole in his heart in the meantime.

He had really liked Katie. She was bubbly and beautiful, and he thought they had been good together. He had even considered the possibility they were long-term relationship material. So, it had come as a complete surprise when she had changed her mind about him, seemingly overnight, and ended it.

Poppy took his hand and squeezed it. With that one gesture, he completely forgot about his pain. She held his hand for several minutes before opening her bag of popcorn as quietly as she could.

When the movie ended and the lights came up, Poppy gave him a long, sympathetic look. Her big brown eyes were pools of comfort, soothing his troubled thoughts.

I think we should go for a drink, she said. There’s a quiet wine bar around the corner where we can talk.

He nodded, and she took his hand to lead them from the theatre. There was nothing romantic in the gesture. Poppy often held his hand. She was a person who openly expressed her emotions, especially love or affection. It was just the way she rolled. She was otherwise fiercely independent, had a successful career and was already on the property ladder in only her early twenties.

Damien felt better as they entered the bar. There weren’t too many other patrons, the lighting was soft and there was soulful jazz playing on the sound system. They found a free table in the corner and ordered a bottle of Chardonnay. Sipping their wine, they briefly discussed the film and caught up on the usual topics for discussion. Finally, she rested her hand on his from across the table.

So what happened? she said. You two were getting along so well.

That’s what I thought too, said Damien. It totally came out of the blue.

Did she say why she wanted to break up with you?

She said it wasn’t me, that it was her, because she was going through a life change.

Poppy scoffed. Really?! That old chestnut?

What do you mean?

She topped up their glasses. Sorry, Damien. You need to hear the truth. It was totally about you. Girls just say that so you don’t feel bad about breaking up. It’s an easy way to let a guy down.

That doesn’t help, you know.

Better to know the truth, said Poppy. That way, you’ll be better equipped to deal with it next time. But don’t beat yourself up about it. Some people just aren’t suited as couples. Take us, for example. We make great friends, but we’d be terrible as a couple.

Damien had never given the idea of dating Poppy serious thought. They were great friends, proof that platonic love can exist between a man and a woman, but it hurt to hear her say it in his current frame of mind.

Really? Us?

She gave him a mischievous smirk and swept a glossy lock of black hair over her shoulder. Oh, for sure! I’m way out of your league. The standard of your girlfriends is pretty low.

Wow, Poppy, this really isn’t helping, you know.

But it’s true. Let’s look at your recent back catalogue. Katie, who seemed nice, used the, ‘It’s me, not you,’ line. That’s a big thumbs down for her. What was the name of the hussy you dated before Katie?

Angela, said Damien, cringing at the memory of that relationship.

She cheated on you with… how many other guys?

Damien let out a heavy sigh. Three, that I know about.

And weren’t two of them on the same night?

He nodded.

While you were asleep in the next room?

Damien buried his face in his hands.

And then there was Anne-Marie. She didn’t even have the guts to break up with you. She just ghosted you and blocked your number. And before her was Rachel. What did she say when you broke up? Something about reconsidering her gender identification.

She said she now identified herself as Non-Binary, whatever that means. I didn’t try to save the relationship.

And you saw her a week later with another guy. Should I go on?

Damien shook his head. You’ve done a great job of finishing off what remained of my ego.

Poppy patted his hand. So what is it? Small dick?

Damien threw his hands in the air. Christ, Poppy! Way to rub salt in the wound! No, it’s normal.

Erectile dysfunction?

He looked up and saw the mirth in her eyes. She had unusual ways of going about cheering him up, but they always worked.

At my age?

Then I hope it’s not premature ejaculation.

Damien chuckled. Nope. I can last three minutes just like any other guy, he said, feeling his mood brighten.

There you go! said Poppy, raising her glass for a toast. You’re a normal guy who hasn’t found his Mrs Right yet. There’s no reason to feel bad about it. You should look at each breakup as taking one step closer to finding her. C’mon, drink up.

They finished their wine and caught a cab home. Poppy was first en route, so the cab dropped her off outside her small villa in the suburbs. The hollow feeling in Damien’s chest returned as he thought about going home to an empty bed. Poppy gave him a sympathetic smile, sensing his mood as she climbed out of the cab.

"C’mon. It’s not late yet. You look like you could use another drink. Something