Lorene – He’s an American and yet he looks at me, a Lady, as if he owns me.
Adam – She may be a Lady, but I want her.
Lorene – He’s not a gentleman.
Adam – She’s a brat that needs to experience a real man’s discipline.
Both Adam and Lorene come from two very different levels of society, but when things go badly wrong one Lady finds that the best chance for survival she may have is the value that one man has placed in her that has nothing to do with money. There’s a catch though. The value he sees in her is for her to be his woman and yet he’s the last man on earth she ever wants to gain possession of her. She should know, because she told him that to his face. Can she change for the better or will she not learn her lesson until it’s too late to make a difference?
Journey with Lorene and Adam as they learn the reality of what it takes to come together and be one flesh and have a good time doing it over and over again.
Stories by Aedan Sayla author of Christian Erotica – If you would like to read erotic stories between men and women as God ordained for it to be without any of the kink of modern sexual deviances thrown in then give my stories a read. They’re not vulgar, but entirely classy. They don’t obsess on being dirty, but they’re highly erotic. They’re not drenched with clichéd plotlines, but are highly engaging stories with characters worth identifying with and even cheering for. My stories are entirely righteously erotic and that is truly by design.
Warning Erotic Excerpt:
I heard a noise and looked up and saw Lorene. Blinking then I really saw her come into perspective.
Mouth suddenly dry I stood up as she approached wearing my necklace and little else. She had a shaky looking smile on her lips, but the closer she got the more sure of herself she seemed to become.
She looked me in the eye and something seemed to pulse within her gaze and I read it for what it was, desire. She wanted me.
Speechless, I saw her stop at the desk now clean of all papers. Her smile only got richer and with one hand, she reached up and slid a strap of her chemise down.
The little minx was seducing me. She still didn’t speak.
Slowly then she came around the desk. Raising her hands, she placed them on my shoulders and pulled.
I sat down. Still smiling, she then straddled my one leg and sat on it facing me.
I groaned as I felt the hot center of her womanhood riding the top of my thigh.
For the first time, then she spoke, “I’m your wife Honey. You don’t need permission to touch.”
I didn’t know where this woman had come from, but I wanted her to stay. Reaching out a hand, I speared it into the back of her hair and brought her face closer.
Staring into her hazel eyes I kissed her and as I did she parted her lips with an open invitation to plunder and I did. My other hand rose up between us and with desire I lifted the weight of her breast with it.
Our lips broke apart and looking into my eyes, I then saw her start raising her hands. This undergarment was different.
It had front closures. One by one she was undoing them from the bottom up until with the last snap undone her breasts spilled free.
