Love and Romance, etc.
A Free Newsletter for romance novel lovers
By Bonnie Williams
LARE Issue #6
AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Paranormal Romance Author
Lynn Kurlan
Lynn Kurland is the USA Today bestselling author of "Stardust of Yesterday", as well as seven other novels and four novellas. Lynn choose to write romance novels because after years of reading fantasy, science fiction and mystery, she picked up her first romance in college - and was hooked for good!
Finally, a story where the love story had center stage! Soon after - she made her own tentative attempts at writing romance - until she finally wrote her first ghost story, "Stardust of Yesterday", which eventually became a best seller! Now thousands of pages later, she still loves what she does, still loves finding ways to write the out-of-the-ordinary in everyday situations, and wonders quite often if the castles she occasionally gets to visit really are haunted...
Be sure to visit Lynn Kurlan's at her official website http://www.lynnkurland.com/
The Full Treatment
by Bonnie Louise WilliamsThere's nothing like the sight of the male physique to spice up a woman's imagination. But there's something especially appealing about a man's back—all masculine and wide with corded muscled wrapped around strong capable shoulders—which I've found oddly arousing yet disarming. Belly-down, a man was at a woman's mercy.
Owning a spa does have its perk—and its sacrifices too. My guy walked out on me several months ago to "find himself" which I knew was a crock. He'd complained about my long hours and his need for someone to be there for him. I'd later learned from a mutual friend that he'd been screwing some married woman from Europe. Since then I'd been feeling sexually deprived and my imagination was having a field day. Even the cute guy at the trendy coffee house was showing up in my sexual fantasies. Agh! I was strung so tight I thought if my thong so much as shifted slightly north I could actually climax.
It was off-season at the spa and I hadn't had a single client all afternoon. I was just about to close my doors for the evening...
Then he walked in.
He stepped through the big chrome and frosted-glass double doors of the spa, and I thought my heart would stop.
The man had the kind of body women dream about.
His face held brilliantly intelligent eyes and uncommonly full lips.
I was mesmerized by his self-commanding shoulders and strong chest that led down to a narrow waist lean hips, and long muscular thighs. I felt my stomach tighten with anticipation at the thought of sinking my hands into his thick dark wavy hair.
He was simply dressed, wearing khaki trousers, black athletic shoes and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing a powerful set of forearms sprinkled with light brown hair. All tightly packed to male perfection...he was stunning.
Thankfully I'd given my esthetician the day off. This one was all mine.
"Good evening," I said, grateful I'd worn the red flowing halter dress. "What brought you through the doors of Ambrosia Spa today?"
He sighed and ran his fingers roughly through his hair. "I've been
working non-stop on a project that's sucked up all my creative juices,"
he said. "When I zoned out during my morning meeting, my assistant
thought I needed a break. She recommended your place. So here I am,
at your mercy."
Oh, yeah, you are putty in my hands, I thought. "Well, we have a combo treatment for-men-only that provides a deep-woods cleanser to clean pores and exfoliate dry skin and includes a scalp massage," I said as I reached up my hand to stroke his roughened face—for professional reasons, of course.
"That sounds good."
"Or you can go for the deluxe combo. That includes a neck and shoulders massage. Since you're tense, that might be the one to go for. But if it's not enough, I can offer a traditional European facial with aromatherapy or the classic Swedish deep muscle massage. Increases blood flow by stimulating circulatory and lymphatic system and alleviate muscle soreness and promote circulation." I smiled inwardly and thought, I'd love to stimulate his blood flow.
He laughed, "That's too complicated. You know more than I do what works best. You choose for me."
"Okay then, let's start off with a facial. While that sits, I'll work the muscles in your neck and shoulders. Since that's where most of us show signs of stress we'll start with that." I felt dizzy with power at the anticipation of getting my hands on him.
"That sounds great. I'll go for that."
While I locked the spa's front door and turned over the closed sign, I instructed him to replace his clothing with a spa robe.
He did.
Not more than five minutes into a deep neck massage, I'd had him convinced a full body deep-muscle massage was what he needed. Because I was feeling especially wicked, I escorted him to the short stability table that stood no more than a foot from the floor. It allowed me to be on the table along with him for better access to—everything. I knew there was a treasure chest of sexy muscles under that robe.
As he disrobed, I handed him a privacy towel and asked him to lie face down with his head in the face rest.
Oh, yes, he had a magnificent back, just as I'd imagined he would. I suddenly felt aroused at the sight of him.
Selecting an aromatic scented oil of sandalwood, I removed the leather slides from my feet and went to work. I took in his tempting male form, the rich outlines of his back and shoulders, so beautifully proportioned and devilishly handsome it made me want to weep. With a few swift strokes of my hands across his massive shoulders the muscles under my palms rippled in response and it make my pulse quicken.
As I reached the edge of the towel, my fingers crept under and firmly massaged and kneaded at the most delectable male ass I'd ever seen. He didn't seem to mind when the towel fell away to the floor.
"Do any of your patrons ever get aroused during a session?" he asked. His voice held such an underlying sensuality that it made my bones melt and my skin tingle.
"It's been known to happen. A therapeutic massage is inherently pleasurable and relaxing. So it's not uncommon for someone to feel aroused," I said. "Are you aroused?" I asked as I grazed my fingers along his inner thighs, allowing the tips to brush against the tip of his penis and testicles from underneath.
"Maybe," he groaned. "Do you ever get aroused when you're touching a client?"
"Maybe."
"Do I arouse you?" he asked.
"You have a beautiful body," I said. My voice broke unexpectedly, revealing too much. He must have heard the distress in my voice.
"I won't mind," he said, "if you allow yourself to become excited by my body." His voice was filled with so much eager encouragement yet held such a sensual promise, I felt the slick wetness pool between my legs, and thought I'd die on the spot. He turned his head and looked at me. "How long has it been?" he asked.
"Too long," I whispered.
"Then please, go ahead and use me as you will."
I allowed myself one single tear of self-pity to fall, then before I lost my nerve, I lifted the skirt of my dress and tugged off my red laced thong and climb onto the table, straddling him, placing my parted folds at the small of his back. The oil had pooled there, warmed by the heat of his nude body.
His body between my thighs felt glorious.
I dug my fingers into the hard flesh of his shoulders as I rocked my hips around the luxurious slope between his back and the curve of his perfectly masculine butt. My throat let out an uncontrollable cry as my clitoris slid up and down his oil-slicked skin. The feeling was so overly erotic, with the feel of his shoulders beneath my fingers and the muscled planes of his back. Though I set the rhythm, his commanding presence and restless energy with the heat emanating from his body completely captivated me. I was so wet and ultra-sensitive between my legs that I began to jerk and shutter involuntarily as I increased the tempo in smooth fluid movements. It was as if I was trying to tame a wild animal within myself.
"That's really nice," he said. "You feel so hot, honey." He had to arch his hips and butt up, and knew his erection was growing larger. "That's it. Pleasure yourself. Yeah, that's good."
"Oh, God, I never...this is...oh, yes!" I screamed. "Oh, yes, yes." "That's it baby, come for me. Come for me." He reached behind him and pinched my clit just as I began to shudder with the most intense orgasm of my life.
Boneless, I threw my head back with one last shuttering breath and I was unprepared when he rose up and flipped himself onto his back. While still in the afterglow of an orgasm, he slid his cock between my swollen vaginal lips and arched up until he was inside me to the hilt, gliding, buried himself deep within of me.
"You feel so good, baby. So tight and sweet," he said as he grasped my hips, plunging me down hard, sheathing his cock completely, thrusting inside me until he was in so deep I knew I could come again and again.
"Faster, oh there just like that," I squealed as the second climax began.
I could tell he was close as he breathed and moaned in ragged gasps. His shaft buried deeper and deeper still until I felt something burst inside me. The slamming thrusts of his climax bucked upward, nearly unsaddling me, until finally he released a harsh groan of male satisfaction and fell back hard onto the table.
Moments later, he sat up and looked directly into my pleasure glazed eyes with a devastating grin on his face. "What do I owe the lady for the best most relaxing massage I've ever experienced?" His voice was thick and unsteady, yet there was a trace of laughter in his tone.
I smile brightly, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, then said, "This one's on the house."
Love and Romance, etc.
By Bonnie Williams
Copyright 2005
Torrance, CA 90501
