Suzanne Forster - All Through The Night

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Bad Boys 01

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Stranger in Her Bed copyright 2001 by Suzanne Forster
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Admit it, Kerry. Youd love to have your toes sucked.

Admit Id love wha ? I dont remember saying Id love thatthemsucked. My toes, I mean.

Just for the sake of discussion, lets say you would. How do you think it would feel?

Kerry Houston took a quick, furtive sip of her wine. Theyd been building toward a moment like this all evening, and it had been all she could do to fight the seductive pull of his voice, especially when it dropped to those sexy lower registers and got all fuzzy and intimate. Hed been given unfair advantage, she decided. Hed been blessed with an instrument that could give a woman the shivering fits and send her running in search of her vibrator.

Only Kerry didnt have a vibrator.

She shifted in the chair, tugging at her silk kimono. Her town house was drafty and normally she went to bed in three sets of flannel. But before they started this little adventure of his, hed casually suggested a dark candlelit room, loose, comfortable clothing and a glass of wine to relax her. Now she knew why.

How would it feel? Wet, warm, slippery, strange

Squishy? she ventured.

Squishy works. He didnt sound too sure. Would your toes prefer a man or a woman?

Theyd prefer a podiatrist.

Kerry got no reaction to her diversionary tactics. No reaction at all. This guy was hard to fluster, and even harder to sidetrack. He seemed as bent on finding her soft spots literallyas a grand master chess player was on winning a tournament, but a grand master didnt have this guys focus.

And would you like this fantasy man to remove your shoes and stockings? he asked. Perhaps massage your feet and individually stimulate each toe? Using a decadent chocolate ganache syrup, of course.

Did we ever establish that I wanted my toes sucked?

Shhhhh can you hear that, Kerry? Can you hear how hard your heart is beating?

All she could hear was a faint beeping noise that sounded like her cordless phone when it was low on batteries.

Did you answer my question? she persisted.

If not your toes, then something else? Fingers, earlobes, elbows, kneecaps, pipkin ?

Pipkin ? Isnt that an apple?

Kerry, he admonished gently, the more open and receptive you are, the better this will be. Breathe and let yourself go; imagine that youre floating on a warm water bed and that your every whim and caprice is being indulged. Anything you wish is yours. Whatever you secretly desire in life has already imprinted itself on you. All you have to do is recognize its existence.

He hesitated, letting her float, letting her float

Its true, Kerry. Pleasure beyond anything you can imagine awaits you. Beyond anything, if youre willing

Kerrys eyelids were starting to flutter, among other things. The effect he had on her was strangely hypnotic. It was like listening to the music of a dark melodic river. Soothing, and yet there was a single grain of sand in it that gently abraded her senses. It kept her mesmerized. And more importantly, he was right. She ought to at least try to answer his questions. That was the point of this exercise.

Ive never thought of my toes as erogenous zones, she said, absently aware of the soft beeping. It seemed to keep pace with her heart, her breathing.

Well, then, well have to find some that are.

Zones? Erogenous? I dont think I have any.

Sure you do. The body is one big zone, a veritable playground. Theres the back of the knees, the insides of the wrists, the breasts, and of course, the lips, both sets. Are your lips very sensitive?

Both sets ? Kerrys eyes sprang open to a dark, candlelit room. Her stomach was falling through a hole in the earth to New Zealand . Maybe we should stick to the toes? I think I can feel something tingling. And for sure it wasnt her toes.

Tingling? He laughed, and the sound was low-down, steamy sex personified.

Tingling is good, he said. Just imagine how it would feel to have the soles of your feet massaged with warm, scented lotion and some nice sharp knuckles, gently working out the knots along the ball. Would you like that?

She was weakening. Of course she would. Was he crazy?

Feel the deep pressure on your arch and the firm palms of my hand, working both sides of your foot, kneading, pleating with my thumbs. How do you like to be touched? In your fantasies, how does it happenlightly, firmly?

I dont think I have fantasies.

Of course, you do. Everyone has erogenous zones and fantasies. Let your mind run free, Kerry Visualize a man who becomes aroused at the mere sight of you, magnificently aroused. And say this man is naked so he cant hide his burgeoning desire. Maybe hes a servant and youre a princess.

Kerry rather liked the aroused-at-the-mere-sight-of-her part, but she wasnt sure what one did with a naked serving man when he wasnt serving.

Hmm, not much reaction there, he said. Is your finger properly positioned, Kerry?

She blushed and nodded, hoping he couldnt see her.

Was that a yes? he prompted.

Oh, sorry, yes. It was a yes. My finger is you know.

I do know. Relax now, Kerry, breathe see yourself flying across a field in a sheer white nightgown youre being chased down by a highwayman on a horse, who drops to the ground when he reaches you, rips open his breeches and passionately takes you against a huge tree.

Oh .. . myoha ravishment fantasy.

Anything? he asked.

Nope, was all she could manage. If shed said more, something would have leaped out of her mouth, probably her heart.

Then how about this one; how about a man whos tall, dark and sexier than sin, and hes right behind you, whispering naughty things in your ear while youre waiting in line at the bank.

Kerry was about to protest when it became apparent that the beeping sounds were not her cordless telephone. They rang out like chimes, and they were keeping time with her heart. Her wild heart.

Did she want someone to whisper naughty things in her ear?

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