Title: His
Secret Dancer
Author:
Faberge Nostromo
Genre: Erotic
Publisher:
Breathless Press
Release
Date: March 15, 2013
Dan's drab
life is a world away from his secret life as Danielle, the burlesque star of
Tomasz's transvestite nightclub, Trans-Action.
Having found
'her' inner T girl as a student, Danielle has discovered the power of her
femininity and her talent to entice and excite—but she realizes that Dan's life
is losing the passion it once had.
As
Danielle's relationship with Tomasz takes her deeper into both her lover and
his world, encountering passions neither thought they dare explore, demure
Francine is too often left to her own devices and desires. Her only release is
in the fantasies inspired by the customers who pass through her life and her
patisserie.
Does she
want a man in her life or a woman? Or both...
Seeing her
man exploring her wardrobe she decides to embrace the power of her own
sexuality. Then a sizzling encounter with Tomasz unlocks the vixen in her and
sets their two worlds on a collision course.
Can Dan
bring Dan's world and Danielle's together—especially when he discovers
Danielle's secret lover secretly loving Francine?
Or will
Tomasz come between them both?
Tomasz gazed at her, barely able to breathe, let alone
speak. Her half closed eyes burned into him. He gazed deep into them for a
moment, falling into them, then his attention fell to her hand, still resting
on the damp silk mound of her pussy. Her breathing was labored and heavy, her
lips, soft and red, parted. His hand cupped the bulge in his perfectly pressed
trousers, slowly stroking along the length of its hardness but he couldn't
stop.
Her eyes locked onto the movement of his hand. A smile that
was halfway between an angel and a slut spread over her face. She looked up and
her eyes met his again, hers burning with a fire that held his gaze, and she
slipped her fingers inside the dampness of her panties, gently sliding a single
fingertip over her still pulsing clit. A soft moan escaped her parted lips like
a whispered invitation.
He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands, gazing
even deeper into the post orgasmic haze of the infinite depths of her green
eyes. She looked up at him, inviting his kiss, wordlessly, and with her other
hand reached for his hand, the hand that was slowly, rhythmically, rubbing up
and down the aching need of his rigid cock. She flattened her palm on his and
moved with him.
They kissed, no words needed, his mouth on hers, but hers
the more powerful, needing to own and control his mouth, her tongue seeking out
his. Her hand pressed against his, taking control of his movement now, slowing
it so that she could feel how long and hard he was. And he was, so very hard,
and long. She wanted that, she needed that, in her, fucking her. She pulled his
hand up over his confined erection, slowly, so that they both felt the total
extent of his arousal, and then pushed it more forcefully down and out of the
way. He complied totally with her direction .He was hers now, hers to play
with, to use. The kiss intensified, and her fingers unzipped him, reaching in,
finding and grasping him. She felt the wet silky tip of his cock under her
fingers as she undid his belt with her other hand, unbuttoning and freeing it
so that she could wrap her fingers around the full length of him.
Then he lifted her, his hands on her hips, up onto the
tabletop, and pulled himself closer to her. She responded, wrapping her legs
around his waist as her fingers eased aside the wet silk of her panties. She
guided the moist head of his cock to rub against her clit, still tingling and
pulsing, before she slid it lower to rest, achingly, against her pussy lips.
She denied him entry, her hot, wet labia brushing, teasing him. Her hand
wrapped around him stopped him from thrusting into her, despite his burning
desire now to just fuck her hard and fast and unload his tight balls deep
inside her. She kept him there, for just a few seconds that seemed like hours
to him. She let him enjoy the wet kiss of her pussy lips on the moist tip of
his cock, savoring the moment before she let his thickness disappear into her,
before she let him become enclosed in the hot, wet embrace of her cunt. She was
going to ride him to heaven and he was going to love every second of it.
Faberge Nostromo started life as a recording studio tea boy
during the 80s punk explosion before going on to engineer albums for Kate Bush,
The Who, and Paul McCartney. Parting from the world of sex and drums and rock n
roll with his hearing and sanity almost intact, he then spent two decades
stretching that fragile sanity to the limit as an IT consultant. He lives deep
in the heart of Suffolk UFO country with his wife, son, and too many guitars.
Bio (sort of...) from Things You Need To Know About Faberge
Nostromo which I did for a blog:
1 - My first book, His Secret Dancer, was inspired by a
burlesque dancer I met in South Africa. A tall bearded German chap was chatting
about his past, over dinner, and showed us a picture. My jaw fell through the
floor. He looked really quite different in fishnets, leotard, and big hair.
I've still never seen a pair of legs as good.
2 - The idea to write a book was inspired by meeting Raven
McAllan on the same holiday in South Africa. She sat by the pool typing away on
a MacBook and I thought "that looks like a tough job."
3 - My first 'proper' job was being a tea boy on the Sex
Pistols "Never Mind The Bollocks" album. That was tough...
4 - I once told the London Symphony Orchestra they were out
of tune. The phrase one uses is "can we take an 'A' please,
gentlemen". There was a lot of hrrrmmmmphing as I don't think they liked
the look of the long haired oik (that'd be me) in the tight jeans sat at the
mixing desk.
5 - I am a fully qualified Reiki healer...
6 - And in Indian Head Massage.
7 - I own seven guitars, three ukuleles, and a mandolin.
Yes, I know you can only play one at a time but I believe that you ladies can
only wear one pair of shoes at a time.
8 - I live in a village in Suffolk dubbed "Britain's
Roswell" as a UFO landed here in 1980. Allegedly. Although when you look
at some of the neighbours...
9 - I passed my driving test first time despite hitting a
parked car.
10 - My next book will be sci-fi as I am a closet Trekkie.
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