I am so delighted to feature Bebe Balocca to my site today. As I’m sure you will discover when you visit her own blog at: Bebe Balocca.com Bebe has published some very, very arousing, and very naughty erotica . . . and there is a wonderfully naughty excerpt included here.
So, without further ado, welcome to the lovely . . .
BEBE BALOCCA
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I am a huge fan of Modesty Ablaze, so it’s a special thrill for me to be here. In honor of one of my favorite of Katie’s posts, where she visited a wonderfully uninhibited club, I’d like to share a bit about my latest release.
Thanks so much for having me, and I hope you all have a wonderfully modesty-free evening.
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What happens at Volare STAYS at Volare…
Ever since her relationship with Mark crashed and burned, Chloe’s been unable to take off and reach the big O. Enter Damien Walters, a deliciously unconventional sex therapist. Damien’s therapy sessions take place at his nightclub, and Chloe quickly sees why admittance to Volare is by-invitation-only.
Volare’s patrons, who are Damien’s satisfied and discreet former clients, leave their inhibitions at the door when they walk past the bouncer. Anything goes on Volare’s dance floor…
Using a few key accessories and some hands-on help from Volare’s regulars, Damien enables Chloe to reach her full sexual potential once more. And he has a special proposal just for her: Chloe can join him on the Volare crew as his accountant and therapy assistant. It’s an offer Chloe can hardly refuse, especially given the fact that Damien’s the man with his hand on the throttle.
With the pulsing beat of Volare’s dance floor, the seductively suave Damien bent on pleasing her, and her newly restored sexual prowess, Chloe’s position at Volare seems like a dream come true. However, she’s going to have to help Damien get over some of his own issues in order for the two of them to soar together.
An excerpt from Learning to Soar:
Chloe stepped onto the smooth wooden floor and felt the music throb in her bones. Does it have to be so damn loud? she wondered. She worked her way around several couples and came upon two laughing young women. They appeared to be engaged in a contest to see who could squat down to the floor then rise up, slowly, while moving to the beat. Just looking at them made Chloe’s thighs burn in protest.
With her eyes on the dancers with thighs of steel, Chloe failed to watch where she was going. She bumped into a solid wall and recoiled in alarm and embarrassment.
Arnaud.
The huge man grinned — his bright white smile shone from his dark face. Chloe’s jaw dropped open and she felt the chrome toy start to slide out. Clenching her muscles tightly, she clamped her thighs together and willed the sleek little metal egg to get back where it belonged. Once again, the heavy fullness from its insertion combined with the tingling pressure against her G spot caused her to gasp with pleasure.
And the hugely muscled, hot guy in front of her wasn’t helping any.
Arnaud placed one hand on the small of her back and drew her to him, rolling his hips enticingly.
Chloe let her pull him close. She swayed with him as the music pounded in her head. His black silk shirt was now open almost to his navel, exposing his hairless, sculpted torso. Arnaud caught her eye and winked. Chloe smiled and brought her hand up to his arm. It seemed that, with regard to their awkward introduction, all was forgiven. Chloe’s fingers failed to reach even halfway around his bicep, but what she could reach of his unyielding, muscular hardness felt wonderful.
Chloe blushed to feel the stiffness of Arnaud’s cock against her belly. She stroked his thick arm as he pressed into her, thrilling at the sweet, shameless pressure from his erection. Leaning against him, she lightly traced her nipples against his chest. Arnaud’s eyes widened and his cock twitched in response.
Chloe rubbed her jewellery-encased nipples against his pectorals and ground her belly against his erection, closing her eyes and relishing the wickedly delicious sensations. The chain hanging from the metal toy tickled her lady bits delicately, and the chrome egg inside her felt heavy, thick, slippery, and… alive?
She cried out when the egg vibrated inside her and glanced up to the balcony in alarm. There was Damien, sitting at a table and looking down at her. He waved nonchalantly and held up a small device.
“Mmm . . . sounds like MY sort of CLUB Bebe !!!”
You can purchase Bebe’s wonderfully arousing books from:
Total-E-Bound buy link: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=2024
Amazon buy link: http://goo.gl/XtMWc
Or, visit Bebe at:
Bebe’s site: http://bebebalocca.com
Bebe on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BebeBalocca?ref=hl
Bebe on Twitter: @BebeBalocca
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Do let me know if you have enjoyed this slight diversion from my “normal” posts . . . and if you would like to feature your own Erotic work here, please email me with your details, from my Ebook page.
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