Winter
Hands groped her breasts with more pressure than she found
pleasurable, rough lips gashed her abdomen with inexperienced kisses and she
couldn’t see a thing. Why did she agree
to this? Did she even agree? Now that she thought about it, Josephine
didn’t remember being asked how she felt about this new game. Mercifully her spandex dress had only made it
to the slight curve of her hips and the tights remained intact.
“Gently. She is a
delicate flower to unfurl not some weed you are yanking from the ground.” Her instructor’s voice was gradually losing
its sweetness. Josephine forced her face
into a mask of indifference. She knew
what was coming. Sure enough, the
awkward kisses stopped suddenly and a soft thud followed.
Read the rest when WINTER'S CHILL is released February 2013!
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