Romance writer Chloe Thurlow

Literary romance

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Snow Falls Softly – from American Concubine

Snow Falls Softly is the second story from American Concubine – it is the night before Josh Caton’s wedding and the girl in his arms is not his fiancé …        Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion – James Joyce He kisses my eyes. My lips. My neck. He slowly draws my top over my head and my breath catches as his long

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Bondage for Beginners

Elizabeth Morris Guest Blog Being in a relationship when you have found the right partner can be immensely satisfying and comforting. You may have had a really demanding day at the office, but you get to come home, reconnect with your partner, hear about their day and chat about about your plans for the evening or weekend ahead. A good partner will be there to comfort you when you go through

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Eroticism – Living Life To The Point of Death

‘Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death.’ The quote is by Georges Bataille, the one man from history I would have jumped straight into bed with, if only to have learned more about eroticism. Before Bataille, I flirted with Albert Camus, Henry Miller and Martin Amis, whose novel The Rachel Papers I read with a torch after lights out. I rejected Jean-Paul

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Why Spanking Girls is the Pleasure of all Pleasures

French philosopher Georges Bataille describes spanking girls as ‘the illicit pleasure of all pleasures.’ When a hand comes down again and again on your bottom, the sting is quickly followed by a prickling numbness. The pain vanishes and the heat generated from those slaps sends lines of electric fire through all the tissues and nerve endings, ripples of warmth that gather in a wave of sensations, a million tiny kisses

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First Spanking – the sexiest excerpt from A Girl’s Adventure

My first spanking, she thought, as Richard placed his watch on the dresser and in his expression as he opened the top drawer was the look of someone doing mental arithmetic. She watched with eyes growing bigger as he withdrew a blue silk scarf that just kept growing longer and longer, an endless blue river of shiny fabric that he passed through his hands like a fisherman at sea, and she thought

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