Thursday, 16 November 2017

A woman getting ready to say her vows to God and a male stripper, how can this NOT get interesting? Please welcome Ursula Sinclair and her Martini Lounge series, Frozen. Come read a NSFW excerpt.

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FROZEN- The Martini Lounge
By Ursula Sinclair



Ever have that one perfect moment in time, when you know exactly what you’re supposed to do, who you’re supposed to be in life? Well, that had been me, and it certainly had lasted for more than a moment. I’d decided to pledge myself to God and help others in his name. Selfless, that was me and I was weeks away from taking my final vows. Then something happened, I met someone and suddenly I questioned everything. 


 I’ve always lived my life on my terms. Granted, I never thought I’d grow up to be a male stripper. But what the hell, I made good money and now, I had a shot at something more. And the women. Yeah, I loved women but they came and went. I preferred it that way. Didn’t matter which of us left first, as long as one of us did. I didn’t do attachments. Then something happened. I’m no saint, but I saved someone and wanted an attachment. Only to find out I could never have her.

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We were both panting heavily. His arms remained at my shoulders and mine around his waist. I tried to take a step back, but the couch lay behind me. I ended up just landing on my butt. His covered enlarged cock stood in front of my face. Straining against the flimsy material. Like grass standing against a gale wind, I had no control. I leaned forward and licked him through the material.
He gave a ragged groan and placed his hand on my head. 
I jerked back. “No, please. I’m so sorry, I want you, but—I don’t know. I don’t want…” The frustration appeared evident in my voice. I wanted him so badly, but I wanted to be able to control what we did, how far I’d allow us to go. I figured if I could draw a line I could have him just this once. If I didn’t let him touch me, I would be able to guide what we did or didn’t do. How far this could go. How far did I want it go? I just licked his cock and craved more, but I needed the reins.
“What if I just let you touch me? Anyway, anyhow you want to. We won’t go any further than you want to go.”
“What?” I blinked confused. Did he understand after all? The idea of being able to touch him, to have all of his male strength to control, had moisture pooling between my legs. It would make it easier for me if I did the touching, if he couldn’t touch me. If he touched me, I’d lose everything. I knew that. “But how would you do that? How would you be able to prevent yourself from touching me? From losing control.”
He placed his hands behind his back. “Do you trust me?” 
His hard length throbbed in front of my face. My mouth was suddenly dry again, while my underwear remained drenched in a sea of desire. I swallowed and nodded.
“Grab the belt and stand up.”
I frowned. “Huh?” 
“Trust me. Pick up the belt and stand up.”
I did. Still unsure what he had in mind. I grabbed the belt hoping he wasn’t going to ask me to spank him. Maybe I needed to rethink this whole idea. The thought of inflicting any kind of intentional pain like that on him made me flinch inside. “Listen, maybe this isn’t…” I stopped talking when he sat down. Really confused now. How could I spank his bottom if he was sitting down? 
He grinned as though reading my mind. “No hon, I’m not into pain. Not that kind. I’m not into being tied up either, but I’m going to do this for you. If this is what it will take to make you feel secure and in control so you don’t go any farther than you’re comfortable with going.” He raised his hands over his head and sat back relaxed on the wide couch, and slowly spread his thighs. His erection strained against the material, surely stretching it to its maximum. 
I could see a dark spot at his tip, either from when I licked him or his pre-cum. I trembled. 
“Use the belt and wrap it like a figure 8 between my wrists. Then close the buckle.”
“Do it. It won’t hurt me, but it will restrain me enough, remind me in case I forget not to touch you.”
“Do it, baby. Do it for me and for yourself. We both need this. I know I sure as shit do… 

Ursula Sinclair is the alter ego of LaVerne Thompson a USA Today Bestselling author, an award winning, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within our world. She writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair. 
She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain her sanity. 

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