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    Fevered Kisses
    Fevered Kisses
    Fevered Kisses
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    Fevered Kisses

    By Gemma Parkes

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    Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
    - A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
    - An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
    - Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
    - Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
    Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXinXii
    Release dateApr 5, 2014
    ISBN9780992455729
    Fevered Kisses
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    Gemma Parkes

    I am a freelance writer from the UK who specializes mainly in Erotic fiction. My writing covers a variety of sexual genres. I enjoy fine wine, great food and the company of funny, intelligent people who love life as much as I do. Previous publication credits include short stories with Ravenous Romance, Cleis Press, House of Erotica, Naughty Night's Press, Yellow Silk Dreams and many more...

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      Fevered Kisses - Gemma Parkes

      FEVERED KISSES

      An anthology of Lust from

      Gemma Parkes

      FEVERED KISSES

      Copyright © 2014 by Gemma Parkes

      ISBN: 9780992455729

      Cover design by Jacqueline George

      All cover art and logo copyright © 2014 by J.E. George

      Printed and bound in Australia.

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

      All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

      PUBLISHER

      Q~Press Publishing

      E-Book Distribution: XinXii

      http://www.xinxii.com

      Contents

      BETWEEN THE PAGES

      TOO DARN HOT

      ANYTIME, ANYPLACE

      INSATIABLE

      SOME TIME AWAY

      JUST IMAGINE

      ALSO FROM GEMMA PARKES

      BETWEEN THE PAGES

      Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about what Sean had said. It was the usual cliché about living your life because you only have one, you know the sort of thing. But cliché or not it worked, it was just enough to make me go through with it otherwise I probably wouldn’t have. Everything changed from that point on. I suddenly started thinking of myself as a sexual being, someone who needed sex as much as anyone else. Oh, I know I’m attractive, I’ve seen guys look at me everywhere I go. But that was them. Somehow I felt aloof, immune, wrapped in my own life of so called normality. Until that one day in London when I missed my train.

      It was raining, it was always raining. Huge drops of water pelted me from a dark grey sky and I ran for cover along with everyone else on the street outside the station. There was a café by a bus terminal and I headed for it, taking my seat at a somewhat grubby table still littered with the previous occupant’s soiled crockery. I had an hour to kill before my next train and I wasn’t about to wander around outside in this downpour. I contemplated going up to the counter and ordering coffee but there was a bit of a queue and I didn’t want to give up my seat. I thought I would just wait until everyone was seated then go up. Not that I really wanted coffee, it was dawdling over the last one that made me miss my train in the first place.

      It was then that I noticed it; a small notebook had been left on the table partly obscured by used serviettes. I reached across and with a quick glance around, peeked inside. Scribbled in green biro were the names of several men. Philip was one I think and there was definitely a Steven. Next to the names were comments and small asterix. I looked around me making absolute sure that no-one was watching or coming back to reclaim it. When I was quite satisfied I started to read. The comments all seemed to be of a sexual nature saying things like, ‘Likes it rough’ or ‘Oral only’ I felt my mouth drop open as shock hit me and quickly shut the book. But when I stood to order my coffee I slipped it into my handbag, I’m not really sure why.

      I was safely on the train before I looked at it again, peering at it furtively and partly covering it with my hands. The comments were short and to the point, all of them intimate. I flicked through to the back of the book where several of the men had been fortunate enough to be given whole paragraphs on their performances. I started to read:

      JOHN:

      John was hesitant at first and I wasn’t sure he would do what I asked. We chose a table set apart from everyone else and where the tablecloth was long enough to hide him. We waited until we’d ordered our meal then he slipped to the floor. His hands lifted my skirt and played with my stocking tops. He was a little rushed and I was disappointed that he lowered his head so quickly to brush his lips against my naked sex…

      My eyes grew wide and I glanced nervously around the carriage. Everyone had their heads stuck into newspapers not paying any attention to me at all. I felt a flush of excitement as I read on.

      His tongue was flat but he used it well, lapping quickly across my folds applying just enough pressure for me to sit straighter in my chair. With a prod of expertise he found my hardened nub and worked it quickly up and down. The waiter brought our drinks and I froze but he didn’t notice John thank goodness. When he had left I reached beneath the table and pulled John’s head closer to me. I pushed against his mouth as much as I could without losing my posture. The thrill of being surrounded by upper class diners and doing something so very decadent pushed me over the edge and I tensed, then shuddered my release against John’s eager tongue. ***

      Three asterix! I shifted in my seat feeling flushed with excitement. I turned the notebook to the front cover in search of a name or something, who was this woman? But the cover was blank, revealing no clue to its contents. With a further 10 minutes of travelling time to go I read the next entry.

      DAVID:

      David came recommended to me from the agency…

      Ah! So that was it!

      …I was told he was game for anything so I pushed him as far as I could. I met him in Regents Park by the huge lake. I had given him strict instructions what to wear and he didn’t

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