Today I want to share an excerpt from “Nice Package”. In this scene Jim and Cora Emerson are alone in a luxurious suite. Jim is seated in a large leather chair. Cora is lying on the edge of the bed. Jim asks Cora to stop asking nervous questions about what’s coming next and relax. The game they are playing is meant to be a tease, to turn each other on and see how long they can stay apart. Cora performs a flirty striptease and then tells Jim a story:
“Hush.” Jim smiled and held a silencing finger to his lips. “I’m enjoying watching you undress.” His knees splayed wider, exposing a profound bulge in his trousers. “And so is my cock.”
A broad smile lit her face as she looked directly into his eyes. “What would your cock like to see?”
“Surprise me. Put on a show. I want to see how long I can stay in this chair.”
She carefully slid a tapering fingertip beneath the black bra strap and delicately tugged the strap down her soft shoulder. She gazed sideways at him. “How about a story instead?”
He faintly nodded. “A story would be fine.” His throat tensed.
A flush of heat raced through her. She loved this game. She would tell a sexy story and turn her and Jim on in the process, but what story would she tell? She knew so many. It better be a good one. This was a special occasion. Her pussy was counting on her to get Jim out of that chair and between her thighs as soon as possible. She unzipped her wool skirt, wiggled it down her legs and casually tossed it on top of her boots. Her hands brushed the length of her bare legs, stopping at her black lace panties. Her fingers loitered longingly between her thighs and came to rest on the lace hem. She started to reach underneath the stretchy lace so she could stroke herself with her fingertip.
Jim slowly shook his head no. “Keep your hands where I can see them.”
“You’re a cruel man.” She huffed impatiently and rolled onto her belly. Her ankles crossed high above her. She dug her fingers into the raw silk duvet and stroked its slightly nubby texture. A glossy lock of hair fell across one eye and she deliberately left it there and peeked out from behind it. “Once upon a time, there were two beautiful harem slaves who shared a bed.”
Jim leaned back in the chair and drew a deep breath. “What were the slaves’ names?”
Her eyes caught the warm sparkle of amber crystals dangling from a wall sconce above the nightstand. “Amberlina.” She paused and looked toward the bookshelf and the windows, desperately hoping inspiration would strike for a second name. Her eyes wandered across the distant ski slope beyond the glass door. “And Snowy.” Her story was off to a silly start and she was terribly disappointed in herself.
“Snowy?” Jim’s palm slowly stroked the length of his thigh. “That’s an unusual name for a harem slave.”
“Snowy was an unusual girl. She was from the extreme north. Her hair was a palest shade of silvery white and her eyes were an icy blue-violet. She was tall, slender and aloof. From the day she arrived at the harem she never spoke a word.”
“What was Amberlina like?”
She idly circled her fingertip on the bed top. “Amberlina was joyful in temperament and always wore a warm smile. Her graceful body, with its sweeping curves, loved dancing. Her full hips made her a great favorite with the sultan, who loved to drape long strands of pearls around her waist and watch them shimmy as she moved. She was no caged bird. She was a sensualist and a performer at heart. It was her delight and good fortune to escape the poverty of her village for the comforts of the harem. Being a palace pleasure slave to a handsome sultan was no hardship to her.”
Jim interrupted. “What did she look like?”
“Amberlina had long wavy hair the color of jet that tumbled past her waist. Her figure was so curvaceous, when women saw her they thought of Allat, the desert goddess of love. When men looked on her, they thought purely of sex. When Amberlina was presented at court, the sultan felt instantly possessive of her beauty and kept her away from the edges of the harem compound for fear another man would casually look at her and lust. In fact, it was impossible to come close to Amberlina and not stare. She was so lovely. Her sweet smile and sparkling brown eyes that tipped up at the corners silently invited others to engage her.”
“It sounds as if Amberlina has eyes like yours.”
“Perhaps.” She smiled. She could tell Jim was ready to hear more. “There is one distinct difference between Amberlina and me.” Her fingertips lightly brushed the swell of her cleavage. “I crave your touch. I love the touch of a man. Amberlina enjoyed the touch of her sultan as well and even hoped to present him someday with a royal child, but deep at heart she craved the touch of a woman. That fact was well-known within the harem. Behind the ornate wrought iron screens that securely barred the windows, it was no secret to any of those who lived inside that Amberlina loved women.” She whispered so softly Jim was forced to lean forward in the chair to hear her.
“She loved their touch, their lush softness and their taste on her tongue. She loved the sweet sounds they made in their pleasure and she loved to fall asleep in a woman’s graceful arms with her face pressed against a soft bosom. Many of the harem women fought for the right to dance at Amberlina’s side and openly coaxed her to their beds, but not everyone in the harem behaved so lovingly or got along so well with others.”
Jim shifted uneasily in the chair. “What about Snowy?”
“Poor Snowy.” She rolled onto her side and gently stroked her hand along the curve of her hip. “She spoke a foreign dialect the others could not understand, so she refused to speak at all. The sultan accepted Snowy as a valued gift from a warlord in a distant land, and even though she was very beautiful, he installed her in his harem and forgot her. Her days were spent in lonely silence with only a pet rabbit for a companion. She would hide in a far corner of the courtyard, set the fluffy white rabbit in her lap and adoringly stroke the quiet creature for hours while she watched Amberlina dance.” She paused.
“There was a bully in the harem. A jealous woman named Cailinda…”
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. The story continues, Amberlina and Snowy become lovers and get into a lot of trouble. Jim and Cora’s real-time tease continues as well. During a twenty-four hour period, Jim gets to come all he likes but poor Cora is continually brought to the edge and teased until the bitter end, which isn’t bitter at all. It’s explosive. lol
Next week I’ll be posting an interview and excerpt from Marianne Stephens’ latest non-fiction book “Guilty Survivor” the real life story of Tamerla Kendall’s experiences during the Bosnian-Croat war. It’s fascinating.
I wish everyone a Happy, Healthy, Creative New Year!