TABOO: sexy stories

Hi My Lovely Readers and Listeners

It's been a long time since I wrote a post here. But I feel I have some good news for you. Several new stories.One of my most popular is Taboo: Deep! Dark! 5 Short Erotic Stories. Nearly 3 hours of sexy stories that you will enjoy listening to. 
Here is a selection of short stories delving into the world of taboo. Older guys with college girls, priests on the border of defrocking, and a story about two strangers on the cabin cruiser make up this collection of taboo stories. 

"Ready for Action: The Brat Gets What She Wants"
Dave is an indie writer, divorced and living alone when he hits the jackpot on lotto and wins three-quarters of a million dollars. He buys a small cabin cruiser and moors it on the coast. When his stepbrother calls telling him about his problematic 19-year-old daughter, he is persuaded to babysit her on his boat for a few days. Dave has his libido reignited. Will he

fulfill his desires?
"Taboo and Lust: The Brat Will Do Anything to Pass"
The English professor is happy working with his university students and encouraging them to do well in their studying. Some students require a little more than a critique on their work, and Kylie turns on her charms to encourage the professor to do more for her. 
"Taboo: The Brat and Friend. A Threesome Made in Heaven"
Gemma brings her best friend, Tina, to visit her uncle on his boat. The two 19-year-olds have more than sailing in mind as they lay topless on the deck while Dave watches from his seat. Will they lead him astray? Find out in this erotic short story.
"Taboo: The Priest's Confessions"
Father Pat has been around the block for some time and has been tempted more than once. He confesses to his sins of the flesh in this taboo story. 
"Taboo: Kay Is Satisfied"
Dave enjoys his newfound freedom and takes the attractive owner of the local laundromat for a spin in his boat. She lights his inner desires and satisfies his needs in this sexy, saucy tale.
Taboo:Dark! Deep! Two will be available by 1st March 2019 so read these stories first. 
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Taboo: Kay is Satisfied

Hi My Lovely Readers

Another day. Another dollar. Another story. Here is one of my five new erotic stories evoking taboo thoughts and deeds.
  
Taboo: Kay is Satisfied
Another JIm Masters short erotic story just for you.

  I guess I was lucky. I’m a writer, not very successful. But my luck came from the Lotto win of nearly three quarters of a million. I’m in my late forties and on my own. I was planning on making a home in Spain but keeping a small property here too, as a fallback. I hadn’t told anyone about my win and I hadn’t gone wild. I’d bought a cheap small car and a bigger investment. Just over ten thousand on a second-hand cabin cruiser.

It was nearing time to go to Spain on an exploration trip when I hoped to find a property. Nothing expensive. I needed a marina for my boat, a place that was lively but not a drunken wild destination. I would write there and maybe would strike lucky with that. I wanted a place overlooking the beach and sea, and within walking distance of shops and cafes.

But that was the future. Right now I was down on the coast back home where I had a mooring in a marina. I was here a lot

I was getting to know the local shops and café’s now after a few weeks. I’d started taking my dirty washing home when I went but was soon using the local laundry wash, I’d found a couple of really friendly cafés, and the local boat yard had become a wealth of information and store for supplies and equipment.

The Laundry Service was a self-service place, a row of washing machines opposite several commercial driers. It was simple. I wasn’t rushed for time so I would sit and wait. Gave me time to think about my day and what I would be doing. Kay ran it with her daughter. They would take dirty washing, put it through the process and even iron for a modest amount. Some days they were really busy and others sat and chatted. Usually there was just one of them there except on Mondays and Fridays which seemed the busiest

It was a Wednesday and Kay came and sat with me. She was slim, but not skinny, she must have been at least thirty eight as Penny, her daughter, was just turned nineteen. But she looked about 28 years old. Kay was blonde, probably out of a bottle, her hair cut short and in a bob. She was average height, certainly shorter than me. She was always cheerful and smiling. I’d noticed she always wore bright red lipstick and had matching nails. She often wore red heels too. Maybe that should have sent signals to my brain. She usually wore figure hugging trousers and a blouse; often open one button too much for modesty, showing her breasts which looked firm and round. Now read on . . .  

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Jim Masters

Hit and Run No Escape

Hi My readers and Listeners

Hit and Run, a recently new book is available on Amazon, Kindle and Audible NOW.

Here is a teaser of the beginning:

   Jack felt the crunch as if it was him . . . but it wasn’t. He ran across the road to see what had happened as a white van speed off, a white van with one red rear door , like it was a replacement, but he didn’t get the number,  it had gone too fast. He saw a girl laying there, her body in a distressed position, legs askew, blood trickling down her face. She looked in a bad way.

   Jack fumbled in his pocket and found his mobile. Dialling 999 he looked around for help. But there was none, and the driver and his van had disappeared. It was 9 at night and heavy rain splashed into the gutter. Jack was on his way home after a busy day and could do without this.

  “Ambulance please” he spoke abruptly into the phone. “A girl, run over, looks bad, bleeding heavily. Just in Stephenson Lane. You can’t miss us. Please hurry she looks in a bad way.”

   “Yes. She is breathing and I’m trying to stop the bleeding but I don’t really know what to do. It’s pouring with rain and I’ve got nothing to cover her with except for my jacket and that’s not protecting her.” His words trailed off. The operator spoke to him an, assured him. Gave some simple instructions and words of encouragement.

   Jack kept talking to the girl but she was unconscious and he knew this could mean big problems. Then he heard the welcoming sound.

   Emergency vehicles always turn on their sirens when within hearing distance of their destination, not to warn vehicle drivers, but to calm the casualties or victims and assure them help was arriving fast. Jack heard the siren and knew a paramedic would be there in a couple of minutes. He felt a little relieved but still anxious because the girl lay so still. He had stemmed the bleeding by pressing down on the wound but he didn’t actually know if this was doing any good.

   The ambulance screeched to a halt and the medic leapt out of the vehicle and across to Jack, who was still kneeling over the girl. “What happened?” asked the medic and Jack told her quickly what he had witnessed and how he had treated the girl. “You’ve done well” the medic said and called over to his colleague “Stretcher and neck brace, John”

   The next few minutes were a bit of a haze. These guys knew exactly what to do, of course, and soon the girl was on the stretcher, neck brace in place and inside the ambulance, where the paramedic was giving her his full attention. Jack was inside too. They assumed he knew the girl. And anyway he wanted his clothes back! The driver climbed into his cab and they were off, siren blaring. Sitting in the back of an ambulance, sirens blaring, smoked windows blanking out the night-light, swaying along with no let-up was an experience to the conscious passenger.

Now purchase and read on . . . . 

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Jim Masters

New Exciting Erotic Collection Carrie's Diary Volume One

Hi My lovely Readers and Listeners

New from Abigail Andrews, the "bright young thing", #chicklit new author. Her first collection is ready for you now. The first volume of Carrie's Diary. On Audible audio books over 3 hours of listening, 105 packed pages on Kindle.  This covers February and March and is made up of 5 separate sexy adventures.This is Carrie's own story and read by the wonderful Harriet Seed who brings Carrie alive. Her voice conveys how she feels and what is happening, each raunchy adventure.

For Audible CLICK HERE and enjoy listening. Be aroused and turned on wherever you are

Carrie's Diary Vol. One covers her encounter working at a national exhibition with the Sales Director

who finds himself captivated by her. It continues with a flash-back to when she was 18 years and introduced to her lust for life and sex in all varieties. 

Carrie goes on to tell us about her first lesbian coupling, unexpectedly with her very good friend. Next Carrie is given a huge cash gift to entertain 4 uninhibited young bankers who want to let off steam in a private room in a top London hotel. Finally one of these bankers invites Carrie to a private members sex club which she hugely enjoys.

Here the opening words of the first encounter:

Dear Diary

About Me

   I’m starting fresh today. I’m going to write about my experiences and emotions. Maybe one day someone will make this into a book. So let’s start by telling you about myself.

   My name is Carrie and I love sex. Everything about it. I love guys who are older cause they are better at fucking. I love the chase. Finding a guy, single, married, mainly older and talking him into have a good time with me, naked and intimate.

  I’m now 24 but I’ve been like this since my 18^th birthday when I was seduced by Richard who was much older and loved younger women. Well women who are between 18 and 22, any size, any shape and anywhere – so he said. We had a wild 3 days together. I learned more than any 18 year old should know about the art of sex and how to please a man.  That is another story and one you need to watch out for. It’s been my secret now for the last 6 years and maybe time to tell you about it.

   But back to now and me. I’m Carrie White, blonde, petit and attractive. Or at least that is what they tell me, family, friends and lovers. I enjoy dancing, shows and eating. I’m a pizza queen, but I go for food from around the world. I left school and went to college for a year to study Hair and Make

-up but I didn’t learn anything new so I left.

   I took a job promoting and merchandising. That meant standing in a Departmental Store or supermarket giving away samples or doing a make-up make-over. It was OK and I was doing what I liked, meeting new people and having fun. Wasn’t really like work.

   Then the agency said they were looking for photographic models to present products for magazines. I had some work over a few months and made some money but it was slow. I knew I wouldn’t make it big overnight so I kept up the promo work too. Then Richard came along and that’s when my life changed. He persuaded me to do nude modelling and that

lead to me losing my virginity. You’ll need to read about it in Richard Found and Trained Me

   Up until then I’d had a few boy-friends but nothing too serious. Most I went out with just a few times and got bored. They all talked about football and all tried to get me into bed. Quite honestly it pissed me off. In the car, at my home or theirs, even at a movie they all tried to get their hands inside my bra, up my skirt or down my jeans. And some wouldn’t take “No” without a slap. I was really fed-up. I had this schoolgirl idea of being a virgin bride when the right guy came along. Foolish thought now, powerful motivation at the time. So rather than be in a difficult position again I started just going out with the crowd.

Thursday 17^th February

   So here I am on an exhibition stand for a major kitchen manufacturer – top end of course – dressed in red. Red blouse, buttons opened as far as I can get away with, red lacy platform bra showing my boys, a red mini shirt and red heels, high, high enough to accentuate my legs but also make them ache. I need to sit down. Who designed this? Must have been a man. I’m handing out brochures and trying to get people on to the stand where the sales crew will talk to them and try to sell. The sales guys all have a red shirt and tie matching my outfit, company colour.  They are all on commission; I’m on a flat day rate. Ok. It’s not peanuts but I could beat any of these guys on sales. Maybe I should try that in future. I’m sure my agency will be able to find some work for me. I’m staying in a hotel with the sales guys. I wonder who will be the first to try it on! Tough luck guys, you are all too young and in-your-face. After Richard I like older guys and I like a challenge.

Buy the book, KIndle or audio-book and have some good nights in. Low lights, scented candles, on your own or with a loved one for extra fun. 

Carries Diary Volume Two will be available in the Autumn or Fall depending whether you are in the UK or USA.

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Richard Found and Trained Me New book

Hi Guys and Gals

My good friend Abigail Andrews has a new book and audiobook now available. Just wanted you to know.

Here is the opener:

This is my diary entry for: Sunday 20th February

Nothing happened today.

My name is Carrie White and I've had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I'd been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I'd been born. My parents were still there but they didn't think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.

I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I'm quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I'd never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you'd call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the center of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.

   Today was a quiet relaxing Sunday so I’m writing about how my sexual adventures began, six years ago. 

   I’m now 24 but I’ve been like this since my 18th birthday when I was seduced by Richard who was much older and loved younger women. Well women who are between 18 and 22, any size, any shape and anywhere – so he said. We had a wild 3 days together. I learned more than any 18 year old should know about the art of sex and how to please a man. 

   I was 18 years old, well 18 years and 4 months to be exact. But I’d stopped saying years and months when I was about four. Now I’m 24 and so much has happened in those six years that I feel it’s been more like 16!!

   My name is Carrie White and I’ve had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I’d been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I’d been born. My parents were still there but they didn’t think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.

   I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I’m quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I’d never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you’d call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the centre of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.

   I stayed in a cheap hotel on the Bayswater Road for 2 nights. It was a doss-house. Well actually it was like a knocking-shop except the guests were couples who might stay for a couple of hours or overnight. I was busy looking for a job and spent time in the “lounge” as it was called; it was the ground floor rooms just opened up into a dining room and lounge area with small bar. Couples came in and it was usually older guys with young girls, about my age, all with too much make-up and cheap clothes, looking tarted up. Some had a drink then went to their room.

   I think the owners had wanted something different and it was decorated like the Arabian Nights, there were old leather suitcases covered in travel stickers from the past, there were Arabian style artifacts, probably cheap repros and rugs on the walls. It must have once had a certain charm but time had jaded and faded the place.

   My room was quite small, and followed the Arabian theme. There was a cheap corner shower and a wash-basin. The wardrobe and dressing table looked like it had come straight out of a junk shop, chipped, wooden, varnished with cup rings on the dressing table. I checked and double checked the sheets, wondering if the room had been used earlier that day by a copulating couple. I was happy to see there were no stains, the sheets smelt fresh, if in need of an extra ironing, and the pillows were ok too. There was a spicy incense smell throughout the hotel and I found on the first morning that joss sticks were burning, probably part of the theme.  

   I’d signed in with a young girl at reception but me the owner later in the day. He was an Arab called Ali, wearing a shabby suit, shirt and tie. I imagined he thought himself a real magnet but he was oily in the way he talked to me. I wouldn’t have trusted him out of

sight. But I was here now; I carried the important things like my driving license and passport and debit card, so I wasn’t too worried. And it was cheap. I found out the young girl worked there did everything from cooking breakfast, cleaning through and working as receptionist. Ali, the owner talked to her quite harshly and that worried me. But I soon found out that’s the way Arabs talk to all women. 

Ali would be in for a shock if he tried anything with me. . . now listen to the audio-book and enjoy as this turns into a hot and steamy three days with Carrie at 18 years old and Richard in his mid forties, and how he found her and trained her in all things sexual.

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Jim