Six sentences that could have been said in Sweet Cravings, available from Decadent Publishing, if Shakespeare had written it:
“M’lady, the clotted cream doth cover your sex in a most alluring fashion. Pray, lift your skirts higher and let me taste.”
Lady Violet lifted her skirts, shivering at the cool night air and in anticipation of the ragged, knee-shaking pleasure to follow. “Tell me good sir, is it the pale moon light that doth lend your words such a poetic touch this night?”
“Nay, is but the nearness of you that maketh my words honey. Speaking of honey…” Max slid a finger through the white sweetness and dipped it inside her before bringing it to his mouth. “Mmm. Even manna from the heavens could not taste as good as you.”
Hmm.. next week I ought to try Kafka!