| Author: | Cheri Grade | ISBN: | 9781310131929 |
| Publisher: | Cheri Grade | Publication: | September 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Cheri Grade |
| ISBN: | 9781310131929 |
| Publisher: | Cheri Grade |
| Publication: | September 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
This is a short, 6,000+ word story with adult themes of humiliation and control. A sample is below:
Amy looked at the five cards in her hand in despair and felt the blush rising to her cheeks. Across from her, Rob smiled confidently. For a second he looked almost embarrassed as she caught him running his eyes up and down her body as she sat trying to conceal as much as she could whilst sitting there in just her favourite green silky panties with pink bows and matching push-up bra. It didn’t stop him appraising her as if he was mentally recording every inch of her skin.
She gave a quick involuntary glance to the side where her dress, tights and shoes sat in a neat pile next to a much smaller pile consisting of Rob’s two socks. As she turned her head back, a solitary strand of her brown hair fell in front of her eyes. Amy left it there knowing that it was nowhere near sufficient to conceal the redness that was starting to take hold of her face never mind the more fundamental embarrassment of sitting almost naked in the front room of a guy she had only met that day.
This is a short, 6,000+ word story with adult themes of humiliation and control. A sample is below:
Amy looked at the five cards in her hand in despair and felt the blush rising to her cheeks. Across from her, Rob smiled confidently. For a second he looked almost embarrassed as she caught him running his eyes up and down her body as she sat trying to conceal as much as she could whilst sitting there in just her favourite green silky panties with pink bows and matching push-up bra. It didn’t stop him appraising her as if he was mentally recording every inch of her skin.
She gave a quick involuntary glance to the side where her dress, tights and shoes sat in a neat pile next to a much smaller pile consisting of Rob’s two socks. As she turned her head back, a solitary strand of her brown hair fell in front of her eyes. Amy left it there knowing that it was nowhere near sufficient to conceal the redness that was starting to take hold of her face never mind the more fundamental embarrassment of sitting almost naked in the front room of a guy she had only met that day.
