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Breakfast and a Bit of Fun, A Taste

Breakfast and a Bit of Fun, A Taste

Chapter 2 – Breakfast and a Bit of Fun

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

Available exclusively from Redmund Productions.


Last night left me trembling, my knees so weak I could barely stand. You were tireless, pushing me beyond my limits, and I have never cum so many times. I am delightfully sore, still throbbing from our lovemaking. You have dragged me to the center of the bed, wrapped your arms around me and held me the entire night. Your breath on the back of my neck is a reminder, the length of you nestled between my thighs an invitation to more.

This morning though, after you rest, I have something else in mind.

My bedroom is my domain, I have taken extra care to ensure there is everything here we could possibly need or want, at least in the short term. It is cool and dark, though the lights can be adjusted. There are mirrors where we might like them. Scarves dangle from each post in the bed in case we might want more creative play. Pillows are scattered on the bed and floor. At the end of the bed there is a linen chest that sits higher than the foot-board, perfect for certain views, the possibilities are endless. Maybe, I will show you later. My en suite bathroom was designed to satisfy my slightly decadent taste, with an open shower large enough for two that includes a seat perfect for me to bring myself off on and a river stone floor that massages your feet as you shower to wake you up. The tub is big enough for two, with jets to sooth or excite, I often sit for hours simply reheating the water.

I designed my bedroom with only me in mind, with the thought I would be alone and this would be my sanctuary. When I found myself suddenly single, it was the first place I scrubbed, the first place I made my own. Every floorboard, every wall color, every cabinet I selected with care to create a perfect refuge for myself. I spend so much of my time working, this was to be the one place I could shed my outer public layer and unwind.

Everything about my existence ‘til now, even my marriage, had always been so controlled. I colored inside the lines; rarely did I not play by the rules. My bedroom then reflected my restraint; it could have been any bedroom in any model home ready for sale.

When my husband left I looked around and decided I needed a change, something that just my own and I started with my bedroom. When I created my bedroom, I let my imagination run free just the tiniest bit. I allowed myself to touch a part of me I barely knew existed. This first sanctuary is all mine and all me because I gave myself permission to explore a more decadent side of myself. When we began to talk I started to add pillows, mirrors and other more risqué items of play and comfort with the thought someday I would share my space if only for a short time.

Now, here you are within my inner sanctum.

Today is a day I am going to serve you a different feast, one meant to delight more of your senses. Your arm tightens on me even as you continue in your rest. I gently lift your arm and roll to my side slipping out from under the covers, still damp from last night’s efforts. As I stand in front of the mirror examining myself I can see where the bones from my corset left marks along my ribs, my chain still hangs around my waist since you told me to leave it so you could use it to hold me still. Turning, I look behind me, and I see the red mark of your hand across my ass where more than one time you brought it down bringing greater heat to our shared pleasure. Fucking creates a heat all its own and the mere memory nearly pushes me right back to orgasm. You seem to have that way with me, one I do not understand.

About Scarlett Baker

Writer, artist and thrill seeker. Scarlett is a mystery, even to herself at times. Her exploration of love stories with a touch of the dark began when she found herself single and dangling by a thread of hope mixed with a splash of the terrible. Faced with being alone for the first time in nearly twenty years, with not a clue what to do with a vast future she decided to explore the world of her fantasies, something she had done little of up until now.

6 responses »

  1. You have the mind and heart, imagination too, that contributes to the quality of writing great, thought provoking erotica. Hot! Some of it conventionally hot- seeming to conform to standardized concepts of eroticism- whatwith the black satin, high heels, chains of s & m, ect. I wonder if you’ve ever given thought to the mind blowing passion unleashed from a tender, heart-felt touch; a kiss between lovers?

    I loved, and blushed all over, the smooth way in which you glide the reader into fucking- capturing the voyeurism in us all.

    You spoke of nicities like the stoned bed of a shower used to awaken the body and I was reminded of the many splendid gifts existing in this world; gifts I’d never thought I’d unwrap until now… even if by virtue of my imagination alone. Thank you.

    If my desires might carry any weight I would encourage you to continue along with your writing. I enjoy it at the very least.

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  2. Mr. Militant Negro

    Simply magnificent. I received my copy of “Mine” in the mail this morning….but it was not signed 😦

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  3. Mr. Militant Negro

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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