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Painted Lady: A collection of five erotic Rubenesque stories

Painted Lady: A collection of five erotic Rubenesque stories

by Amelia Fox, Alcamia Payne, Kitti Bernetti, Beverly Langland
     
 

A collection of five erotic stories celebrating full-figured fabulousness!

Painted Lady by Amelia Fox

Patrick is an artist who wants to paint the perfect voluptuous woman, and he thinks he might have found her in the form of Victoria. Victoria thinks it's just going to be another life class assignment, but as the initial sketches progress, Patrick

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A collection of five erotic stories celebrating full-figured fabulousness!

Painted Lady by Amelia Fox

Patrick is an artist who wants to paint the perfect voluptuous woman, and he thinks he might have found her in the form of Victoria. Victoria thinks it's just going to be another life class assignment, but as the initial sketches progress, Patrick starts to find he has a desire to really paint Victoria. And it isn't very long before she becomes impressed with his brushwork.

Mama Nana by Alcamia

To Michael, a writer living in Paris, Mamma Nana is a strangely exotic and compulsively attractive Jazz singer. He becomes entranced by the large, dark skinned woman, much to the anger of Maxine, his girlfriend. But when Mama Nana's birthday party ends and the bar clears, the only people left are Michael and Nana, and Mama don't take no for an answer.

Two for One by Kitti Bernetti

Sometimes an offer seems too good to be true, and sometimes the person offering it doesn't come through with the goods. Which was Craig's modus operandi - all flirting talk and no action. That is until two women decide it's time to take control of the situation and hold him to his promises.

Workout by Beverly Langland

Some people go to a gym because they want to, while others go because they feel they have to. Or in this case in order to please Roger by losing a few pounds here and there, even though Julia really doesn't want to. But then, in the showers after a round of aerobics, Helen shows Julia just how enjoyable a really professional workout can be.

The Ivory Tower by Izzie French

Universities can be dry and dusty places, and so can the professors and the dons. Which was why researcher come personal assistant Charlie loved it when her new office turned out to be at the top of one of the towers. Then Professor Markham calls by and before long the two of them are discussing more than just extra-curricular activities.
These stories have also been published in Ultimate Curves ISBN 9781906373788

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781908006691
Publisher:
Xcite Books
Publication date:
10/27/2010
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
51
Sales rank:
875,610
File size:
164 KB

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“How about this?” Virginia suggested. She shifted up the chaise longue to let her head loll back over the rest, cupped one of her heavy full breasts so that the nipple peeked out between her fingers and let the other hand rest between her barely parted thighs.
“Yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yes, that’s perfect.”
As he started to draw again, she closed her eyes, slipped her forefinger between her labia and began to circle it on her clit with the tiniest of movements. Her moist flesh felt like wet silk and her clit throbbed and swelled under her fingertip. She closed the fingers of her other hand, teasing her nipple, and felt a spark shoot down her body to her groin.
She heard his sketching falter, then stop. Opening her eyes, she saw he’d put the sketchbook aside and was watching her, making no attempt now to hide the bulge in his trousers.
She let her legs fall open, showing herself to him, and dipped her first two fingers inside herself before returning them to her clit. Lifting her head, she looked at him. “Come here,” she said.
He didn’t need asking twice. Kneeling beside her, he took her other breast in his hand and drew her nipple into his mouth, first running his tongue around it and then sucking it until she groaned with pleasure. 
He kissed his way from her nipple down the swell of her breast, pausing to nuzzle for a moment in the centre of her cleavage. Virginia moved her hand out of his way, and he ascended the other breast, circling it with tiny kisses before covering it with his mouth as she cradled his head.
He was stroking her now, his fingers slowly brushing over the deep curve from her waist to her hip, then onwards, down the outside of her thigh, across her leg and back up the inside, towards her still-rubbing fingers.
“God, you’re wet,” he breathed, as he touched her. “You’re the most sensual woman I’ve ever met.”
Gently taking both her wrists, he returned her hands to cover her breasts and then moved to the foot of the chaise longue and parted her legs further. Starting just above her knees, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each thigh, slowly working his way up until she felt his lips brush over her clitoris, and a shudder rippled through her whole body. One more touch, she thought, and she’d be coming harder than she’d ever come in her life.
He stopped and Virginia almost screamed in frustration. 
“I want to paint you,” he said. 
“What, now?” She couldn’t believe it.
“Yes. Trust me.”
She watched as he quickly shed his clothes then picked up a palette and loaded it with paint. Rummaging in a jar crammed with brushes, he picked one out and dipped it into a jug of water before coming back to the chaise longue.
Virginia was transfixed by the sight of his cock bobbing towards her. It wasn’t much longer than the average six inches, but its girth was impressive. She imagined how it would feel stretching her open as it nudged inside her, and her hands strayed downwards again.
“Wait,” Patrick said. He was standing over her now, palette balanced in one hand, brush in the other. Before Virginia could ask him what he was doing, he touched the brush to her skin and painted a long curl of vivid blue, starting at her collarbone, swirling around her breast, over her stomach and coming to rest with a delicate flourish at the top of her bikini line.
“There’s no finer canvas than a woman’s body,” he said, washing the brush and then mixing a brilliant green on the palette.
Virginia lay there and let his brush stroke her, a thousand times more delicate than his fingers had been. The trails of cold paint brought her skin up in goosebumps. 
“There,” he said, stepping back to admire his work. “Come and take a look.”
Taking her hand, he helped her up and led her over to the floor-length mirror in one corner of the studio.
Virginia gasped. The swirling pattern he’d painted over her skin enhanced her figure, her hourglass shape glorified by its wrapping of painted ribbons. 
“See how beautiful you are?” he asked.
Virginia nodded. 
He turned her round and kissed her, softly at first, then growing into something harder, greedier. Without lifting his mouth from hers, he pulled her back to the chaise longue and sat on it, positioning her astride his lap.

Meet the Author

Alcamia became a full-time writer in 2008 and now spends all her time scribbling and amassing notebooks of ideas.

A bestseller, she enjoys writing gutsy sexy stories and thinks it’s great erotica - once a fringe phenomena – has, at long last, been pushed to the front of publishing. She’s an ardent advocate of choice in reading, believing it’s high time women and men had the freedom to fully explore their sexuality through well-written prose by some terrific writers.

When she’s not penning racy books she’s beavering away under one of her other pseudonyms as a mainstream romance and paranormal author. Asked what kind of writing she likes best? She says there’s no one answer; whether it’s historical, romance, science fiction or a supernatural twist she loves it all, but retains a special affection for spicy romance with punch.

Rather an innocent and a somewhat old-fashioned girl, recently someone asked her how she can write such edgy material without having experienced it? Her answer, “sex and love are instincts we all have. A science-fiction writer has not voyaged into deep space, but can write convincingly about aliens and other worlds. The success in penning credible books is being able to get inside a person’s skin, research your material and be inventive.”

Alcamia has been published in countless anthologies and loves penning novellas and novels across the entire erotica genre range. When she’s not scribbling she loves restoring vintage clothing, trying to cook French patisserie and enjoys mega-long walks in the countryside and along the beach.  An avid collector her home’s bulging at the seams with books she can’t part with, which she believes is what makes it so hard for her to find her own Mr Darcy with a twist.


Kitti Bernetti lives in London, the city she loves and spends inordinate amounts of time in the coffee shops of Soho and Covent Garden dreaming up stories. She finds writing erotica totally stimulating as it leaves her free to set her tales any time, any place, anywhere.

Kitti has written ghost stories, sci-fi, historicals, crime, paranormals, sheikh tales and richly rewarding romance. Reviewers have said: 'The sex [in Desert Nights] is hot, the story compelling, and the writing well above par. If you're looking for a quick read to excite you, pick this one up!' (ManOhMan), and 'Kitti knows how to pen a full bodied book like a fine wine, and in this case, she has managed it. Regency Nights is just that, it fills the senses with its excellent prose, sensual, and highly erotic sexual scenes.' (loveromancepassion.com) Kitti is delighted to be part of The Secret Library and is already working on another novella this time set in the sultry backstreets of tropical Singapore.

Author website www.kittibernetti.moonfruit.com/

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