On weekdays, Karina Smith is an executive assistant to a demanding young boss, a woman who hides corsets under her suits and looks forward to Friday nights when she becomes Girl S, a bottom to a faceless man in the local BDSM club.
Terrell Jones lusts after his sexy assistant. When he makes his move, exposing the leathers and latex under her pressed shirt, Karina’s reaction isn’t what he’d hoped for.
Terrell must find a way to rectify the awkward situation or lose the woman he needs to make him whole.
***written for BDSM group on Goodreads Kink in Ink 2016 Writing Event
Misty is a pen name of a dystopian romance author who writes fun, sexy & short contemporary reads that won't leave you hanging in the end. She would try almost anything new at least once, and thinks you should try one of her short stories at least once. Read Leather Strokes today for free.
This is a hot little story about a submissive who has an eye on someone she thinks will fill her needs, and a dominant who has also been eyeing his assistant in a decidedly non-office capacity. The little dance of misunderstandings as these two come together was entertaining, and both MCs were very appealing.
I wrote Leather Strokes for my super fun positive awesome friend krissi, the subkrissive monster and moderator of the BDSM group on Goodreads and readers who enjoy reading shorts with positive kinky vibes. Ponies are farting rainbows in this one!
A sweet kinky erotic #officeromance that will brighten up your day and make you squirm. All consensual kinky fuckery, Leather Stokes is a fun and BDSM light story about a leather-loving girl who thinks that she is a bottom and not a submissive, and her boss who goes out of his way to prove her otherwise.
Some additional Tags: Glitterkink, Sugarkink, Maledom, D/s, B/D, SM, flogging, latex and leather, interracial romance, office romance, people in the lifestyle, BDSM club Content warnings: none. Word Count: 7,300 Level of beta/edits it has gone through: Professional edit and proofread.
Sir’s gloved fingers brushed the top of my breast and lingered over the hem of my leather corset. I snuck my latex-covered hand between his legs and gripped the base of his cock. My mouth watered. This Sir was my favorite. At the Cage, a local BDSM club, he’d played all my notes each and every Friday night for the past one hundred and twenty Fridays. I counted my Fridays. Math was sexy.
I couldn’t see him in the pitch-black room. Through the latex of my gloves, which glided perfectly over his leather pants, I felt his strong thighs. Latex and leather. We were a kinky match. What he did in real life, who he was, the kind of coffee he preferred, I didn’t know. I didn’t even care to know. We played. We went our separate ways.
His big, hard cock, the only part of his body he allowed me to lick, twitched under my tongue. I flicked the tip and the slit, wanting to taste his precum. A leather-clad hand slapped my face. A warning. I chuckled.
Damn... this was hawt!! Pity is was so short! I wouldn't mind reading a complete novel about the kinky Terrell Jones and his, slightly older, executive assistant Karina. *Written for BDSM group on Goodreads Kink in Ink 2016 Writing Event*