Clandestine Trysts
By- C.L. Foster
Genre- Erotic Short Story Collection
Publication Date- November 18th, 2014
Explore your hidden fantasies with this collection of erotic fiction including tales to titillate, tantalize, and tempt.
A sexy stranger in the dark...
A librarian who's more naughty than nice...
Text to tantalize...
The unrequited crush at work...
Clandestine Trysts are fantasies that satisfy the deepest cravings (even the secret ones).
Come inside... and enjoy the ride.
And here is an excerpt from Lavender
She was about to go into a tirade against herself when the door edged open, and the silent-lady returned with a tray and tea. The half-smirk on the woman's face when she saw Jenni's visible bra straps and uncomfortably confusing look on her face, made Jenni chuckle and blush. "I've never done this before. Is this for a massage? I was given this as a gift and am not sure what I am supposed to be doing."
"You are doing fine, ma'am. This is a full-body massage, yes. You do not have to remove your underclothes if you are not comfortable with doing that, though it can make the experience much better and will allow the masseur more freedom of movement. I brought you some Chamomile tea. Your masseur will be with you soon. Once you've finished your tea, please lie on the massage table, face down and try to calm your mind." She smiled softly. "Enjoy your afternoon with us."
Looking sheepish, Jenni thanked the woman and finished disrobing. She timidly sipped the tea to check for temperature and found that it was exactly the right temperature to drink. Oh, they are very good at this! she thought cheerful as she savored the amazing brew.
A few short minutes later, Jenni finished her tea and was relaxing face-down on the table as instructed, breathing deep, long breaths and exhaling her worries. Simply being in the atmosphere and being away from all of the planning, people, and responsibilities made Jenni feel more like herself already.
She heard the door whisper open, and she nearly stood to greet the person who arrived. "Please, stay as you are, miss. I'm Greg, and I will be your masseur today. Please relax, and we will get started. Are there any trouble spots you think I should focus on or shall I begin?"
The husky voice slammed into Jenni like a truck and immediately set her skin on fire. What in the…? Something attached to that deliciousness, is about to touch me, and I'm naked. Oh my God, please kill me now. Her self-doubt and body issues reared their ugly heads instantaneously, but were quickly smothered when powerful hands were suddenly kneading and caressing her flesh. Pacified. Just like that.
"Umm, I am stressed and tense everywhere. Do as you please," she managed between tiny puffs of oxygen. Is it hot in here or is it just him? My goodness, I'm so glad I'm getting laid soon. I'm obviously going through withdrawals here.
His hands started at the base of her skull. Slow but firm circular motions worked her tense and tired muscles until she felt like putty. He worked silently and seemed to concentrate on small specific sets of muscles and then moved to the next without pause. He began working on the top of her head by her temples and made slow, steady work of each muscle group. Then he moved to her neck and worked the soreness and tension away with a skill that both shocked and awed Jenni. He would start softly, get rougher, and then soften his touch again before he would move to the next muscle group. Slow, delicious pleasure and pain burned through Jenni as she felt every part of her body slowly starting to lose its Earthly position and become more and more transcendent.
Temples, neck, arms, hands, back, thighs, calves, feet, and more parts of Jenni that she didn't realize would be in need of a massage were all caressed precisely as they were supposed to be. Utterly relaxed, Jenni nearly fell asleep until he stopped to warn that he would now be using heated oil to continue his work. "This is made from herbs. It’s completely safe for your body, all-natural, and great for tension. It seems like your muscles are tight with stress and a little bonus couldn't hurt," he explained. The smile in his voice made her stomach tighten. Surely his voice was given to him by the devil because it made her only think of sin.
"Mhm, do what you need to. This feels amazing," she muttered lazily. His half-chuckle nudged her mind to revive again. "Have you done this for a long time? Your hands are amazing," she said before sucking in a stunned breath. "Oh my goodness, I didn’t mean that to sound like it did when it came out! I'm sorry. I was only curious if you have been a masseur for long time and I wanted to compliment you on the fine job you are doing," she nearly spat out apologetically as her body flamed with embarrassment.
"It's quite fine, miss. No need to be so nervous. I have been told that I have great hands, but I've been a masseur for only a few years. I'm trying to find my calling in life, and this is what pays the bills until then," he explained barely containing his amusement.
His short explanation and amusement were silenced as he began working Jenni's muscles again. The herbed oils added new aromas to the ambience and made Jenni's mind float away. His caresses were broader and demanding with the oils. He pushed, pulled, kneaded, and smoothed each larger muscle group. Jenni became nervous and self-conscious of her body again when his hands swept up her sides and rubbed the outer part of her ribcage on each side. "Please try to relax, miss. This is my job and I take it very seriously. I mean you no harm."
"Yes, of course. My apologies. I'm just not used to a man touching me. Especially not like this and never with my clothes off. I’m shy. It's not that you’re doing anything wrong. Thank you for what you are doing, it's divine." Her rambling thoughts flew out of her mouth before she could stop them and embarrassment took over forcing her to shut her mouth and relax.
With her stamp of approval and seemingly relaxed state, he continued his work. The next brush of his hands started at Jenni's waist and then swiped under Jenni's body as he kneaded her ribs and torso. His hands continued on their journey back down, as he stroked her stomach and pelvis. Her body ignited again, this time from sheer want and need. No man had ever touched her in such a way. Even if for him it was simply doing a job, Jenni however maintained the right to daydream about the complete stranger that was bringing her body closer and closer to a happy ending.
About the Author
CL is eclectic, geeky, positive, nature-loving and completely non-"normal" (just the way she likes to be). She has been a fan of literature since she was a small child and finally decided to take her dreams (both waking and sleeping!) and do something positive with them.
CL has lived all over the world and has a Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice, minoring in Psychology and Forensics. Which means you don't want to cross her because she knows how and where to hide a body so it's never found! She proudly admits to hearing voices in her head, but at times, her characters' impromptu visits can be rude and annoying. Thankfully, she has adequate patience for their shenanigans and can out ninja them any day of the week.
CL's voice is boisterous, sassy, and not finished yet! Stay tuned!
Website- http://www.authorclfoster.com/
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