Khul Waters - erotic romance writer
The Training of Kate -
Book 1 in the Journey Into Submission trilogy
Paul's training of Kate...
“Arhh, I see you like my mouth and my fingers! Pleasure is such a wonderful feeling, isn’t it?”
I rub across the tip of your nipple, tracing around its edges and feeling it pulse slowly back at me.
“And I do so love nipples! Perhaps I was weaned too early, or too late. See how yours are hardening! It's wonderful to feel that and to know that it is I who has done this to you. But I've found that pleasure by itself is not always enough…it can be heightened by pain. Pain makes the sensation of pleasure sharper and stronger. They can each drive the other upwards, spiralling you towards an orgasm that you have never experienced and will desire to experience again and again. Hmm, but I fear I'm talking too much! I promised to teach you, not talk you to death! It's just that one so rarely has such a captive audience.”
I smile at my own joke.
“Here, let me show you instead!”
The Training of Kate -
Book 1 in the Journey Into Submission trilogy
Kate preparing to meet Miles online...
She stood and put on the suspender belt. Her fingers traced over the delicate lacework. Just from its texture she felt a shiver of delight course down her spine. She sat again on the bed and stretched out her left leg. Joyfully, she rolled the sheer, white silk stocking up to the top of her thigh. Her hands could not resist stroking softly over it as she attached the suspender clips to the stocking. She repeated the sensuous ritual for her right leg.
She stood then, naked apart from the suspender belt and stockings, and looked at herself in the mirror. It was not vanity. It was her delight in seeing and in feeling. She felt her nipples stretch and harden as she walked over to the wardrobe to find suitable shoes. She chose a white pair with delicate lace appliqués that matched the work on the suspender belt. As Kate looked at the woman in the mirror, she saw that woman’s hand slide down across her belly. She drew a long breath as she watched her twin graze her fingernails over her shaven mound. She shuddered as her mirrored self slid her fingertip across the top of her swollen clitoris. Then she lost focus on the woman in the mirror and gave in to her own feelings of rising sexual excitement.