Title: His Secret Dancer
Author: Faberge Nostromo
Genre: Adonis
Heat
Rating: 4
Publisher: Breathless Press
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Available In: All eBook formats
Word
Count: 34,000
Blurb: Dan's drab life is a world away from his secret life as Danielle,
the burlesque star of Tomasz's transvestite nightclub, Trans-Action.
Having found 'her' inner T girl as a
student, Danielle has discovered the power of her femininity and her talent to
entice and excite—but she realizes that Dan's life is losing the passion it
once had.
As Danielle's relationship with Tomasz
takes her deeper into both her lover and his world, encountering passions
neither thought they dare explore, demure Francine is too often left to her own
devices and desires. Her only release is in the fantasies inspired by the
customers who pass through her life and her patisserie.
Does she want a man in her life or a woman?
Or both...
Seeing her man exploring her wardrobe she
decides to embrace the power of her own sexuality. Then a sizzling encounter
with Tomasz unlocks the vixen in her and sets their two worlds on a collision
course.
Can Dan bring Dan's world and Danielle's
together—especially when he discovers Danielle's secret lover secretly loving
Francine?
Or will Tomasz come between them both?
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Excerpt:
Tomasz gazed at her, barely able to
breathe, let alone speak. Her half closed eyes burned into him. He gazed deep
into them for a moment, falling into them, then his attention fell to her hand,
still resting on the damp silk mound of her pussy.Her breathing was labored and
heavy, her lips, soft and red, parted. His hand cupped the bulge in his
perfectly pressed trousers, slowly stroking along the length of its hardness
but he couldn't stop.
Her eyes locked onto the movement of his
hand. A smile that was halfway between an angel and a slut spread over her
face. She looked up and her eyes met his again, hers burning with a fire that
held his gaze, and she slipped her fingers inside the dampness of her panties,
gently sliding a single fingertip over her still pulsing clit. A soft moan
escaped her parted lips like a whispered invitation.
He stepped forward and cupped her face in
his hands, gazing even deeper into the post orgasmic haze of the infinite
depths of her green eyes. She looked up at him, inviting his kiss, wordlessly,
and with her other hand reached for his hand, the hand that was slowly,
rhythmically, rubbing up and down the aching need of his rigid cock. She
flattened her palm on his and moved with him.
They kissed, no words needed, his mouth on
hers, but hers the more powerful, needing to own and control his mouth, her
tongue seeking out his. Her hand pressed against his, taking control of his
movement now, slowing it so that she could feel how long and hard he was. And
he was, so very hard, and long. She wanted that, she needed that, in her,
fucking her. She pulled his hand up over his confined erection, slowly, so that
they both felt the total extent of his arousal, and then pushed it more
forcefully down and out of the way. He complied totally with her direction .He
was hers now, hers to play with, to use. The kiss intensified, and her fingers
unzipped him, reaching in, finding and grasping him. She felt the wet silky tip
of his cock under her fingers as she undid his belt with her other hand,
unbuttoning and freeing it so that she could wrap her fingers around the full
length of him.
Then he lifted her, his hands on her hips,
up onto the tabletop, and pulled himself closer to her. She responded, wrapping
her legs around his waist as her fingers eased aside the wet silk of her
panties. She guided the moist head of his cock to rub against her clit, still
tingling and pulsing, before she slid it lower to rest, achingly, against her
pussy lips. She denied him entry, her hot, wet labia brushing, teasing him. Her
hand wrapped around him stopped him from thrusting into her, despite his
burning desire now to just fuck her hard and fast and unload his tight balls
deep inside her. She kept him there, for just a few seconds that seemed like
hours to him. She let him enjoy the wet kiss of her pussy lips on the moist tip
of his cock, savoring the moment before she let his thickness disappear into
her, before she let him become enclosed in the hot, wet embrace of her cunt.
She was going to ride him to heaven and he was going to love every second of
it.
About
The Author:
Faberge Nostromo grew up in the East End of
London before escaping to East Anglia. He has been a civil servant, a tea boy,
sound engineer, a librarian and an IT consultant but always knew that he was a
writer. He now lives deep in the heart of Suffolk with his wife, son and
too many guitars.
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