Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Raven Spencer

Synopsis

Sex and politics can be an explosive combination. Beatrice, wife to a conservative lobbyist, can’t imagine being out in the open about her preferences and orientation, but lucky for her, there’s A Perfect Dream. Secret parties that only the privileged have access to fulfill every fantasy and need she can think of. Beatrice didn’t count in meeting Sage, a woman who not only satisfies her in every way, but challenges everything Beatrice has believed about herself so far. 

EXCERPT

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet, before you go off on your own,” Piper said, brushing her hand over Beatrice’s chest, and down to her stomach. In the room next to theirs, things had quieted down. “Wait here for a moment?”

Beatrice obliged as Piper got up to cover herself with the robe. She took a deep breath, taking in the room, decorated in loving detail, for the first time. The pink and white tones made her think of dessert, and she smiled to herself. This weekend was all about the most delicious desserts anyone could imagine, and maybe she’d indulge in sweets as well. She deserved this. She needed this. Closing her eyes, she imagined all the things that would happen in the next forty-eight hours, every fantasy possible coming true. She hadn’t cared much for the blindfold the last time, though she’d wanted to try. Getting tied up, or restraining the woman under her hands–that was a different story. Walking into a dark room, tumbling onto a soft surface, being caressed by more than one pair of hands and lips until she wouldn’t be able to tell how many…She was starting to feel light-headed, aroused by the images in her mind.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” Piper’s amused voice made her eyes snap open. Beatrice had only a split-second of feeling self-conscious in the presence of the two women who had joined Piper. Both of them were beautiful, but the curvier one with the chestnut-colored hair held Beatrice’s gaze a moment longer. They were both wearing the robes, but not for much longer, Beatrice assumed.

“Meet Sage and Tara,” Piper said. “If you’re okay with that, they would like to hang out with us until dinner.”

“I’m very much okay with that.” Beatrice looked at Sage, long enough for the woman to blush and start to fidget. Beatrice hoped she was okay with the arrangement as well. She couldn’t wait to touch and taste her.

“I’d like to…in the bathroom, if you don’t mind,” Sage said.

“Yeah, why don’t you do that?” Piper sounded amused. “Tara and I will be here in the meantime. I know you like that, Bea. We’ll wait until you two have enough water in the tub, so you won’t miss a thing.”

It was crazy, unreal and thrilling to casually discuss the sex she was going to have with a pretty stranger, with Piper and another attractive stranger right there. A pair of screen doors separated the bathroom from the master bedroom, the en suite consisting almost only of the spacious tub. With jets. Her knees felt weak again.

“I appreciate that,” she said, aware of Sage appraising her naked body. Fortunately, the water pressure was strong, and it didn’t take all that long to fill the tub. Sage waited by the screen doors, arms wrapped around herself. Maybe she was self-conscious, or maybe she didn’t talk that much. Beatrice didn’t mind. At this stage, everyone coming together–a nice pun that was–had consented to sexual activities, details to be specified. It meant that whatever happened in that bathtub, it would be highly enjoyable for both of them.

She added honey scented bubble bath, and finally, Sage gave her a somewhat reserved smile before she let the robe fall to the floor, allowing Beatrice a once-over before she climbed into the tub. Beatrice followed her.

On the bed, Tara and Piper were favoring a slow start, caressing each other, kissing softly.

“So you like to watch,” Sage observed. She sat down in the opposite end of the tub.

“Among other things, yes. What do you like?”?