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Elizabeth Black Reviews For TALES OF LUST AND LONGING by Elizabeth Black Each of these five short stories are
unique, hot and steamy. The characters are all shape and sizes, but
I wish some of their personalities had been developed more. Some issues
of self-esteem, trust and confidence were discussed in a few of them.
All of the stories were fast paced and can give you a couple of hours
of erotic pleasure. Please take note their is one f/f story and a couple
deal with bondage. Sample Chapter For TALES OF LUST AND LONGING by Elizabeth Black SMACKING HER LIPS Steve’s wife Jenny worked as a prosecutor, ruling over angry and bullying men and women every day. So it was no surprise that when she came home, she wanted to drop the aggressive demeanor and curl up in Steve’s arms. A closet sub, she wanted him to take charge at home, but to Steve it was a role reversal, and he was unsure. Jenny became frustrated because it would have been inappropriate for her to approach Steve and order him to dominate her, and beyond that it would have defeated the purpose of being a sub. However unbeknownst to Jenny, Steve had decided to make her wish come true on this their fifth anniversary. Since he had needed the car today to put his plan in motion, he picked her up at the courthouse. After an especially difficult case which she won, Jenny was in the mood to celebrate. Getting in the car, she cried out. “Steve, I whooped their asses today, and it felt great.” He kissed her, and let loose his news. “Well, that’s amazing and it makes my surprise for you all the better.” “Ooooh, I love surprises! You got me flowers and you’re taking me out to dinner.” “Not fair, you could always read my mind, but that’s not all the surprise, and you’ll never guess the rest.” Touching him tenderly, she guessed again. “Hmmm…lobster dinner and champagne, maybe?” “Right about dinner, but not the big surprise.” He smirked, and she realized he was enjoying her not knowing. Best if I don’t guess, he’s enjoying this. Thinking quickly, she blurted out something she couldn’t imagine him giving her. “Tickets to Cirque de Soleil?” “Oh, nice try, but the Magic 8 Ball points to no.” She could see he was ecstatic that she couldn’t guess and it made her afraid to guess again. “Okay, I give up guessing. What is it already?” “Reach in my jacket pocket and pull out what you feel there.” Oh, this is getting good. He’s taking charge. Pulling a long, red, silk scarf out of his pocket, she wondered what he had in mind. “Good, now trust me, and blindfold yourself. Do exactly as I say, and you’ll get the surprise of your life.” I think I already am. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she did as she was told, enjoying every second. “When do I get it?” The answer came back laconically. “Soon, babe, very soon.” Sitting in her seat she shivered with excitement at all the things it might be, but there was only one thing she wanted it to be. Remaining silent for her blindfolded ride home, he only increased her tension, so that when he parked the car, she was ready to burst. “Are we home? Can I take it off now?” “No, absolutely not, you must remember to trust me. I’m going to guide you inside now.” She heard his door open and close, followed by her door opening. Touching her legs and then her arms, he guided her firmly to a stand, and then took her arm to lead her. Oh my gosh, he wants privacy, could it be? “Step up, we’re going up the stairs. Easy now—don’t trip.” He let her take about a half-dozen steps, and then he shocked her. “Stop!” Barking it like a command he intended her to obey. When she did, he turned her face, pulled her forward to his body so she had to depend on his support not to fall down the stairs, and kissed her like never before. Christ, it’s electric. He’s always been a great kisser, but the addition of the blindfold and the trusting him to support me, it’s amazing. I’ll give myself over to him any way he wants. He’s so scrumptious I want to eat him up. “Steve, that was so good, and you’re delicious.” “Thanks—so are you, but we’re going up again, step.” When she reached the top of the stairs she noticed an intoxicating smell. What is he planning? I can’t wait to find out what he’s up to! “What’s that? It smells great.” “It’s special incense, just for today. It’s Japanese, and it’s called ‘Kyoto Cherry Blossom.’ You like?” “I like.” “I wanted to set a mood.” Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her into another kiss, just as powerful as the first. With the scent of the heady incense and the intensity of the kiss, she swooned in his arms, wanting to fall so completely under his spell. “A mood for what?” she inquired as he put her back on her feet. Again he hit her with a frustrating answer on the one hand, but one that told her he was in charge. “You’ll see. It’s not much farther.” Taking her hand, he led her down the hallway toward the bedroom, but her excitement got the better of her. “It’s in the bedroom, I just know it! Did you draw a bath for me?” “No, now you must do exactly as I say, or you’ll ruin everything. Be quiet until I tell you to speak. Okay?” Sensing his need for her to be surprised, and for his work not to be wasted, she acquiesced. “Okay.” Walking into their bedroom without her sight made her other senses go into overdrive. The scent of sweet floral incense wafted around Jenny’s head, making her feel dizzy. Beneath that scent was a quieter note of orange. Feeling a breeze against her face from the open window, she sensed her skin perk up at its coolness. Birds chirped in the walnut tree on their front lawn, and she recognized the peeping of a chickadee. Her heart beat fast in anticipation of what Steve had in store for her, and she wondered about the blindfold. Would I be hearing and smelling all this so keenly if I had my sight? Overcome by a desire to grab him and shower him with kisses, she held back, feeling her heart pound in her chest, for he wanted to surprise her, and she so badly wanted to give in, to allow herself to be surprised. Steve guided her to the bed, and sat her on the middle of it. Running her hands over the sheets, she realized these weren’t their normal cotton sheets. He’s gone and bought satin sheets, how romantic. Feeling Steve sit next to her, she was granted her vision, as he lowered the scarf, not taking it off. The room was a festival of lit candles, and it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the soft lighting. The silk sheets reflected the light and were her favorite color, a pretty violet. Seeing all four bedposts with plush velvet handcuffs attached to them, she nearly squealed out her excitement. A long red box sat propped up on the pillows, with a large violet bag beside it. Turning to Steve, she nearly spoke, but he put two fingers over her lips. “No talking, just trust. Open the long box first.” Already knowing what the long red box would be, it was the violet bag she wanted to open, as it would be the key to her dreams coming true. Still her heart thumped with excitement as she moved aside the crepe paper, exposing a dozen of the most beautiful long-stemmed red roses she’d ever seen. Turning to look at him, she took in his gentle face and the wanting in his deep blue eyes. He smiled at her, making her melt inside. Feeling a surge of love for Steve, she so wanted to speak. “No, no, stay silent. You’re very welcome.” Taking the roses from Jenny, he placed them inside a brand new vase he had obviously bought for them. “Now, the bag, it’s what you’ve been asking for.” Pulling the bag closer, she could only hope it was what he said, for if it wasn’t after all this she’d be so sorely disappointed. Feeling like a little kid on Christmas morning, she reached inside, and her fingers wrapped around a handle. She pulled a heavy object out of the bag, and gasped out her emotions. Painted in bright red letters on the oaken paddle was the word “brat,” and she knew Steve had come out to play with her. The blindfold, the kisses, the roses, and the handcuffs were a trail, and thankfully they’d lead where she desired them to go. He’s ready, ready to give the relief I crave. The freedom to let go and be his sub. “Something else, don’t forget it.” Looking in the bag, she pulled out a bottle of warming lube, and gasped when she saw what was beside it. Looking at Steve, she smiled and retrieved a fat, black butt plug. “Are you ready to play, my little sub? No talking, just nod your consent.” Nodding so fast she looked like one of those bobble-headed dogs, she couldn’t wait to be submissive. I’ve waited so long, it’s a dream come true at last. Especially after this horrendous case I’ve just won, I need to give my will over to my wonderful husband. I want him to take over, and make me his slave. “You’re going to be cuffed face down on the bed, your delightful ass propped up with pillows. Our safe word is Kabuki, in case you get uncomfortable and need to stop for any reason, but remember, I’m in charge, so I don’t expect you to speak unless it’s terribly important. However, since I see you’re nearly bursting, I’ll give you permission to speak now, before I cuff you.” Unable to stop herself, Jenny pushed herself at him. “Wow. I mean…Wow! You’ve known I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time. I’ll happily submit to you, and you remembered I like anal play! What a great anniversary present. I love you, honey!” |