I have published a new novel! It’s been a long way coming, but I have finally published the story I worked on for years. Not sure what took me so long. I just wanted to do it justice and then I had a year where I didn’t write at all for life reasons, so now I’ve finally managed to get my act together and finish the novel for publication.
I’m very happy with it. If you have read The Insatiable Jane Travers you may remember Jane’s cousin Rachel, who held the sex parties where Jane discovered her sexual side. The Lascivious Rachel Baker is the story of how Rachel became the hostess of those epic sex parties.
The blurb is as follows:
The discovery of erotic fiction among her deceased father’s personal effects opens up a new world for divorcee Rachel Baker. Armed with her new hunger for sex—and with the aid of new friends—Rachel sets out to become the most sought-after hostess of sex parties in 1920s New York State.
And here is an excerpt if you feel like reading some sexy stuff right away.
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In the distance, a door slammed shut and then she heard footsteps coming nearer. She assumed it was Milly seeing if she needed anything, so she didn’t bother to get up or cover herself up. It wasn’t until she heard a strangled cry that she realised she was in the presence of a stranger.
Sitting up, she saw a man about her age standing over her. His dark hair was swept away from his forehead and his dark eyes were unreadable. His jaw was slack with shock.
Her first instinct was to grab her dress and cover herself up, but as her hand closed on the flimsy fabric, she reconsidered. She was in her own garden minding her own business. This stranger was an interloper and so he would have to accept her as she was. Besides, Hattie had told her that the erotic novel she’d read was true to life and she wanted to test that theory. Maybe this man—whoever he was—would show her what it was like to have sex with someone who cared about her pleasure as well. Provided he was such a man.
She got up so as not to have to look up at him. “Who are you?”
He gaped like a fish, but eventually found his voice. “I’m Thomas Warren, Hattie’s cousin. Ehm…Hattie sent me, as she thought you wanted some male companionship.”
She suppressed a smile. Hattie had worked fast! There was no doubt in her mind about what Hattie had meant by ‘male companionship’.
She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Thomas looked at her with a beet red face. “Do you want to cover up first?”
“No, I’m comfortable the way I am. But if it bothers you, you’re welcome to come back later.”
Turning her back to him, she settled herself on the blanket again. She didn’t think he would leave, not if his character was similar to Hattie’s. And she didn’t think Hattie would have sent her cousin if he were a prude.
Thomas remained standing. His complexion had returned back to normal, but he still seemed ill at ease. “Your maid told me I could come through to the garden. I had no idea…”
“Does it bother you?”
The question seemed to take him off guard. “Eh…no, no it doesn’t. I must admit I was taken aback by seeing you like this, but I’m fine.”
“In that case, sit down.” She patted the blanket next to her. “I can ask my maid to bring us some refreshments.”
“That’s fine.” He seemed in control of himself again as he settled himself next to her, taking care not to touch her.
“So…Hattie is your cousin? I find her delightful.”
His face lit up. “She is a gem. She told me she read you some of her works.”
“Just a little snippet. I’m surprised you know what she writes.”
“There are no secrets between Hattie and me.”
“Must be nice.” She’d often wished she had someone she could be this honest with. “So why did she send you?” It didn’t do to assume she knew Hattie’s intentions. Even though she was fairly sure.
“I told you, she thought you might want some male companionship.”
She snorted. “And by that she meant…”
He stayed silent, as if wrestling with the decision to come clean. She put her hand on his arm. “I don’t know Hattie very well, but she doesn’t strike me as the type of person to send her cousin just to play cards with me or listen to music. So be honest: when you came here, what were you hoping would happen?”
“I’ve only just met you.”
“Let me make it easy for you. Hattie knows I’ve been lonely. I’ve been divorced and have been dealing with my father’s estate for the past year. I haven’t been in a position to socialise, or to meet any men who could satisfy my needs. And here you are.”
He swallowed. “Here I am.”
“And today I am naked and willing. If you really came here to just spend some innocent time with me, then I would kindly ask you come back another time. But if you like what you see and would like to explore more, then you’re more than welcome.” Her heart pounded. The words she’d spoken were straight out of an erotic novel, and yet they’d come to her easily. She’d hate it if Thomas took offence and left, but she didn’t want to waste time on niceties and vague allusions to what was really going on.
The silence stretched, but she didn’t push him. It had to be his own decision. She was already tempting him enough by flaunting her naked body at him.
At long last, he reached out and ran his hand along the side of her leg. “Out here in the garden?”
Her heart soared. He was willing to play! “My servants will leave us alone. What could be nicer than doing it in the sun?”
He didn’t need any more prompting. Placing his hand at the back of her head, he drew her to him. She parted her lips willingly under his insisting tongue. He shifted himself between her legs, pinning her down under his weight. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, probing, searching. She moaned as her body responded with lust.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, but he batted her away. Reaching between them, he undid his pants and released his cock from its confines. He pressed his erection against her cunt, seeking her entrance, but she pushed him off.
“Not so fast.”
Panting, he sat back, confusion on his face. “What?”
She didn’t want to have sex the way Louis had always taken her: quick, impersonal and focused on his pleasure rather than hers. She wanted to take her time.
She paused a moment to come up with the right words. Alluring words, rather than the naked truth of her insecurity. “I want to see you. I want to take in every inch of you, taste your skin, suck your hardness into my mouth. I want this to last.”
He groaned. “I don’t know if I can last that long.”
“You will.” She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. “You’ll let me take care of you and then, when I’m done you’ll fuck me. You won’t shoot your load inside of me until I’m completely sated.”
It was as if she was a different person. It felt liberating to speak frankly like this, to entice him with her outrageous words. She wasn’t sure where it had all come from. After all, the novel she’d read had been slim and the words she was speaking right now didn’t come from it. It was as if a secret door inside of her had been opened and a dirtier version of herself had come out.
He gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing as if he was unsure of what to say. She put her hand on his chest and kissed him lightly.
Undressing him slowly, she savoured the sight of his naked skin. Thomas was so different from Louis. He was strong, with thick muscles rippling beneath his hairy skin. As the civilised clothes peeled away, the sheer masculinity of him overwhelmed her. She was suddenly afraid of what he could do to her, but her fear excited her.
He looked at her with lust in his eyes, but no matter how much her cunt ached with the need to be filled, she wanted to take her time.
When she eased his pants over his hips and his cock sprang loose, she gasped. He was big, much bigger than she’d ever had before. With awe, she took him in her hand and admired the veins on the shaft, the bulbous head which oozed pre-cum. Bending her head, she licked the salty fluids, earning her a groan from him.
She took him into her mouth, opening wide to allow for his girth. Clamping her lips around the shaft, she started sucking and licking. His groans deepened and he rested his hand on the back of her head, lightly guiding her. She felt powerful as she increased the speed with which she bobbed her head up and down.
He allowed her to take her time, to explore his manhood with her tongue. Unlike Louis, who would push her face against her crotch and fuck her without mercy, Thomas allowed her to set the pace. She relaxed and started to enjoy herself. This was how she’d imagined this encounter to be. It wasn’t exactly as in the stories she’d read, but it was close. Realising that perhaps Hattie was right, and that sex in real life was very much like in the stories, she found herself getting wetter. Her cunt ached and she couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her.
His breath came out in rasps and his cock grew in size. Worried that he was close to his release already, she popped her mouth off his cock and, before he could recover himself, straddled him. She guided him to her wet entrance and lowered himself onto him. His cock speared her, almost cleaving her in half as his enormous size filled her up. She let out a breathless laugh when he was fully seated inside her. Oh, how she had longed to be in charge of her own pleasure during sex! She was finally able to make that fantasy come true.
He didn’t protest as she began to ride him, at first slow to accommodate herself to his size, but then gathering speed. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he guided her movements. Steading herself with her hand on his chest, she shifted her hips to his cock would slide along that sensitive spot halfway up her vagina.
It felt so delicious to be filled up again, she stopped for a moment to relish the feeling. When she moved again, his cock dragged along her internal walls, setting all her nerve-endings on fire. She loved that she was in charge. Taking her pleasure from him, using him to pleasure herself, was more arousing than any other sex had ever been. Straightening up, she reached between her legs until her fingers found her clitoris. Strumming it, she continued riding him.
Pleasure suffused her being. Her cunt was stimulated inside and out, causing the most sensational feelings. She moaned as a wave of pleasure hit her, almost making her falter with its intensity.
Thomas started moving his hips, driving into her from below. She’d intended for him to be passive, but the feeling was so intense, she didn’t tell him to stop. Matching his thrusts to her pace, they fucked each other hard. Sweat started to form between her breasts as she was pushed closer to the edge of her control.
And then his hand snaked behind her and his finger pressed to the rosebud between her ass cheeks. She wanted to protest, but it felt so good, she could only moan with pleasure.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” Thomas groaned.
The words drove her wild and she increased her pace. Her legs were getting sore, but her cunt wasn’t satisfied yet. She was desperate to reach her climax before he lost control.
The contractions started deep inside her. She threw her head back and cried out as her cunt clamped on his cock, drawing him deeper inside. She fell forward on top of him, her hand still between her legs. He thrust a few more times and then his sperm filled her up, a hot liquid hitting the back of her vagina.
They lay panting in their embrace. She was out of breath and tired, but not completely sated. Pushing herself off him, his cock slipped out of her. His semen trickled out and stained her thighs.
“What did I say about you not coming until I was fully sated?”
He laughed tiredly. “How can you not be fully sated?”
She lifted herself onto her elbow, ignoring how shaky she felt. “Let’s just say I have a big appetite.”
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If you want to know what happens next, you’ll have to buy the book, which is available anywhere you buy your ebooks.