Sherlock, the Case of the Voyeuristic Vampire: The Casebook of a Salacious Sleuth, #4

By Liz Adams

"If you're seeking a racy romp for simple dripping pleasures, this book was written just for you. If you're interested in a deep exploration of Sherlock Holmes reminiscent of the original character told in an epic style, you may be disappointed. Just sayin'." ~Liz

His penetrating gaze awakens your desires. 

I stand beneath the cascading water, the droplets caressing my skin like a lover's touch. The steam rises around me, enveloping me in a warm embrace. I close my eyes, allowing my imagination to wander, and I envision a pair of eyes watching me from the shadows. A thrill courses through me, a mixture of excitement and fear, as I entertain the fantasy of being observed. 

My heart races, and I feel a flush spread across my cheeks. The sensation of being watched heightens my awareness of every droplet that kisses my skin, every rivulet that traces the curves of my body. My breaths shorten as I touch myself. 

A deep moan comes from beyond the shower curtain. A shadow flits across the washroom, and my heart leaps into my throat. 

Was I truly being watched? 

Fear grips me. I wrap my arms around myself, seeking comfort and protection. The shadow slips through the walls, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. 

I glance out the window, and my breath catches as I see a colony of bats flying past, their dark forms silhouetted against the night sky. Could it be that I was being watched by a creature of the night, a vampire? 

My husband, Quincy, owner of the hotel where we reside, has witnessed the same shadow, as have many of our fleeing customers. We decide to seek the help of the renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes. 

Warning: Contains solo F, M/f, and generates reader's need for release. Have a free hand ready.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brave Pleasures
• Release date: Sep 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781944841607

Book preview

Sherlock

Sherlock

THE CASE OF THE VOYEURISTIC VAMPIRE

LIZ ADAMS

Brave Pleasures

For all those unfairly treated for being who they are.

Contents

About Sherlock, The Case of the Voyeuristic Vampire

Sherlock, The Case of the Voyeuristic Vampire

Cynthia is Watched

Watson Confesses

The New Clients

Undressing for Mr. Holmes

Sherlock Receives Watson’s Help

Women Slaves

Cynthia Feels Uncomfortable

Watson has a Sensual Shower

Watson Struts Her Body

Watson is Watched

The Magnificent Mayor

The Hartford Home for Women

A Date with the Mayor

Cynthia’s Voyeur

Sherlock Confesses

Author’s Note

de Sade and Grimm, An Enchantment of Leaves (Book #1, Book Description)

About the Author

Acknowledgments

Also by Liz Adams

About Sherlock, The Case of the Voyeuristic Vampire

His penetrating gaze awakens your desires.

I stand beneath the cascading water, the droplets caressing my skin like a lover's touch. The steam rises around me, enveloping me in a warm embrace. I close my eyes, allowing my imagination to wander, and I envision a pair of eyes watching me from the shadows. A thrill courses through me, a mixture of excitement and fear, as I entertain the fantasy of being observed.

My heart races, and I feel a flush spread across my cheeks. The sensation of being watched heightens my awareness of every droplet that kisses my skin, every rivulet that traces the curves of my body. My breaths shorten as I touch myself.

A deep moan comes from beyond the shower curtain. A shadow flits across the washroom, and my heart leaps into my throat.

Was I truly being watched?

Fear grips me. I wrap my arms around myself, seeking comfort and protection. The shadow slips through the walls, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

I glance out the window, and my breath catches as I see a colony of bats flying past, their dark forms silhouetted against the night sky. Could it be that I was being watched by a creature of the night, a vampire?

My husband, Quincy, owner of the hotel where we reside, has witnessed the same shadow, as have many of our fleeing customers. We decide to seek the help of the renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes.

Warning: Contains solo F, M/f, and generates reader’s need for release. Have a free hand ready.

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Sherlock, The Case of the Voyeuristic Vampire

A Spicy Romantic Short Story #4

By Liz Adams

Cynthia is Watched

Give yourself permission to explore your desires without judgment.

—The Book of Love and Love Lost by D. Grimm

Cynthia Hartford was groggy in the spring morning as she walked to the showering device. How luxurious it was to have this new bathing invention in their home in Chislehurst. With a tall curtain, no less! She tugged her nightgown over her head and turned on the water. Her heart pumped a little more than she expected. Why was that? The anticipation of the shower? Perhaps, perhaps not.

Steam spilled out of the shower. She inhaled the warm, welcome mist. The shower was ready for her.

She stepped in and closed the burlap curtain. The warm water splashed on her neck and shoulders.

One moment. Was that shadow her husband standing behind the curtain? It had been so long since he joined her in the shower.

Quincy?

No response.

She listened for movement.

No sound.

She watched the shadow. Might it have been a mere shadow of an inanimate object? Or was someone there?

She turned off the water and yanked the curtain aside. No one there. Why would there be someone in the bathing room with her? No one was home. Quincy had already left for the apothecary.

She turned on the water again and lathered the rose-scented soap on her skin.

Quincy was a loving and attentive husband. The tenderness in his eyes, the warmth of his touch, was the foundation of their union. Yet, as the weeks turned into months, their once intimate moments had diminished to naught.

Her heart weighed at the thought. Her husband loved her dearly, she knew that. What could have caused this change?

Perhaps it was the arduous nature of their respective occupations. The early mornings at the bakery left her weary by the time she returned home. Quincy spent his days tirelessly attending to the needs of the apothecary. Perhaps the demands of their work had drained the vitality from their evenings.

She paused from soaping herself. There was the shadow again. There, behind the curtain. She froze and stared at it. It made no movements.

It was probably nothing.

Once, outdoors, she had seen a leprechaun that made no movement. Upon further inspection, it had been no more than a bush.

She continued applying the slippery soap across her arms and shoulders.

What other reasons may have explained the cessation of their bedroom coupling?

Could it be the constant pressures of managing their modest hotel? With its quaint charm and idyllic location near the heart of Chislehurst, it was a haven for weary travelers seeking solace. Their dedication to the comfort of their guests had never wavered. Perhaps, though, the weight of their responsibilities had unintentionally eclipsed the desires they once shared, casting a shadow upon their matrimonial bed.

If true, there was indeed a way to resolve their relationship issues and rekindle the embers of their passion. She would wait for the perfect moment, a time when their worries were distant and their spirits at ease, to gently broach the subject with her sweet husband. Who knows when that might be? Perhaps she’d know the perfect moment when it came.

She coated her ample breasts with soap. She had to stoop over to get her hands all the way to the underside of her breasts. She lathered them like she was fashioning vases out of clay.

What if someone was watching her?

The more she contemplated the situation, the more she tingled. That wouldn’t be so bad.

Her nipples stood to attention. The idea was exhilarating, being in her shower, someone watching her touch herself, and no one in the house to help her if something should… happen. It was exhilarating because it wasn’t true. There was no one in the house with her. She was safe. It was a safe fantasy.

Her heart raced at the thought of a voyeur studying her every move, getting aroused by seeing her naked form.

She caressed her breasts and closed her eyes.

He was here with her. In this room. He watched her showering.

Her skin itched. Her core begged to be touched.

She leaned against the wall and let her hand help herself out.

She caressed herself at the spot where she needed him most. Her senses overloaded with the culmination of desire. She struggled to breathe, her heart racing. Her body tightened, a crescendo of pleasure building within her.

Then she overflowed.

She had to grip the shower head to steady herself as her body shook.

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