Warning: New Year's Wood (16,200 words) contains rerun rendezvous, inanimate intimacies, and couch coitus.
This was an anticipated continuation of Francis' story where she had previously met her ideal lover, but he was suddenly taken from her (no spoilers! You’ll have to read Christmas Wood to see what happened!).
Since then, he was all she thought about, and she couldn’t believe her luck that she might be reunited with him.
A few VERY hot and heavy pages later, I’m eagerly awaiting the next book to catch up with Francis again!
(I was given a copy of this book in consideration of my honest thoughts)
"Are you trying to take advantage of me, Francis?" he asked jokingly.
"I can stop if you want."
"I'm not saying that," he responded right before pressing his mouth against mine. Rather than the sweet kiss we shared earlier, he was more forceful, more passionate, more intent on inhaling me and initiating a tango between our tongues. As we danced our sensual ballet, I listened to the show in the background and my desire continued to rise. I let my hand explore Jake's face, rubbing my palm against his cheek and feeling the prickly stubble that formed on his face. Then I worked my way down to his chest, and enjoyed the feeling of his well-developed muscles. He mentioned in passing that he was a member of the gym down the street, but I had no idea the results would be so impressive.
I finally reached my ultimate destination between his legs and his tongue became more active in my mouth as soon as my hand rested there. I rubbed his crotch slowly and with each movement of my hand, his kiss became more passionate. When our lips finally parted, I continued rubbing Jake's crotch, enjoying the feeling of his cock swell underneath his jeans. When I was satisfied with the effect I had on him, I unzipped them and admired his thick hard on poking through the hole in his boxers. As I grabbed his shaft in my hand, Jake kissed my neck and periodically moaned in my ear about how hot he thought I was, how he was enjoying my diligent touch.
"It's not me," I laughed. "It's the show."
"No," he whispered. "Trust me, I've seen every episode of Kolchak and it has never had this effect on me."
Warning: The Double (5,900 words) contains sensual surprises, marital meddling, and sexual subterfuge.
A prime example of why I love Kiki's books is you never know how they will end! Each one has some kind of brilliant twist I never saw coming.
This one was no exception.
The story is written from a relatively different perspective than most other books, and all I will say about that is that it will make PERFECT sense at the end!
While any wife could identify with Jessica's feelings at times, I was happy that she finally got her wish at the end!
The Double is definitely a quick, erotic read, and definitely won't be my last Kiki book!
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
You pulled away and whispered in my ear, "Jessica, would you like to go upstairs?"
I nodded. I don't know if you noticed it through our clothes, but my nipples had gotten hard up against your chest, and I was definitely excited for you to undress me and press your naked body up against mine.
Although I’ve been writing fiction since I was a teenager, I fell into writing erotica because, like many people in this space, I saw the surge of indie erotica after Fifty Shades of Grey was published. I thought I would give it a shot and the result was my first story, Supernatural Seductions.
The fact that my first toe dip into the erotica pool was a paranormal story is no coincidence: I have been both fascinated wholly and frightened witless by the otherworldly since I was dragged to see the original Amityville Horror in the movie theater as a child. Horror movies and novels became my primary go-to entertainment source for many years, and although they made for many sleepless nights, I couldn’t stay away from them.
I also can’t resist a strange story. Or a story with a twist. (I have The Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock Presents to thank for that.) I know that some of my stories can be downright weird…and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Much like life, the path I take from Point A to Point B is not always a straight line and orgasms are often part of the journey my characters take, not always merely the destination.
I see myself as a literary flesh peddler—that is, like a talent scout, I get the characters together and let them perform. They present themselves to me, tell me who they are and what they want to do, and I give them the stage to do it on. Naked, of course. Some characters are bold and brazen and tell me exactly how they want to navigate the story, while others are more quiet and reserved, causing me to give them stricter direction in their scenes. In the end, I hope this all results in a fun and sexy story that turns you on as it takes turns you may not have expected—but leaves you satisfied on multiple levels nonetheless.
When I’m not writing my quirky erotica, I’m being quirky over on Medium, where I write erotic poetry, sex and relationship tips, flash fiction, and summaries of sex research. This is a great complement to my erotic stories because it allows me to explore sex and relationships in a different way—and hopefully help readers laugh, learn, think, get horny, and find information they can use in their own relationships and sex lives.
I love this strange little corner that I’ve created for myself and whether you read my fiction or my work on Medium, I hope you enjoy it too. I am tremendously thankful for each and every one of my readers because you are giving me your most valuable asset—your time. You could be doing anything in the world right now, but instead you’re spending this moment with me, and for that, I appreciate you.
With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,
Kiki Wellington
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