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SANTA KNOWS I'M NAUGHTY
Available now from The WildER Rose Press .
Aimee was a very bad girl this year. Girls this naughty
don’t get lumps of coal for Christmas. They get large,
bruising, wicked toys from their husbands. But why did
Aimee’s husband, Nathan, buy her the toy? Is he tired of
playing with her? Aimee wonders if he’s found a new
playmate, too.
When she confronts her husband, determined to force the
answer from him, he seizes her toy and changes the rules to
the game.
Is Nathan’s gift more than Aimee can handle, or will they
wear the batteries down before New Year’s?
Excerpt...
“Santa knows you’re naughty.”
Aimee broke into a wide grin, reading the scribbled note her
husband had left on her early Christmas present. She’d found the
gift on top of her pillow, just as she pulled back the covers and
climbed into bed.
The card was attached to a long, sleek, black box, elegantly tied
with a satiny red ribbon. She shook the box and the object inside
resounded with a loud ‘thump.’
Whatever it is, it’s solid. And not the tennis bracelet I wanted.
As she untied the delicate ribbon, she wondered what Nathan could
have gotten her that it couldn’t wait until Christmas. He’d only be
gone for five days. Some research he had to do for his company.
Something about a classified high-tech device he’d engineered. She
wasn’t sure of all the details, just the important one.
Nathan would be gone for one hundred and twenty hours. Five
whole nights she would have to spend in their bed alone, wanting
his touch, missing their lovemaking. In their six months of
marriage, this was the first time they’d ever been apart.
A soft gasp escaped her lips when she lifted the lid to the present.
Is that what I think it is?
Cradled in a padding of red velvet, lay a long, steely black shaft.
Aimee hesitantly touched it, cooing as she ran her finger along the
cool rim of the rod.
It looks like steel, but it feels like silk.
She picked up the shaft, shifting it from one hand to the other. Its
girth was wider than her grip, and the outer sheath of this hard
machine felt surprisingly like the foreskin of a penis. Even more
impressive was the object protruding from the base of the shaft. It
almost looked like a long mouth.
Was it a mouth?
She lifted the object higher for a closer inspection. Ohmigod! A
dragon!
How could she miss the coil of his tail wrapped around the base of
the rod? She traced her fingers up the side of the shaft. Bumps
which she thought were the textured foreskin of a penis were
actually dragon scales. And the enormous head of the shaft was
actually the tip of the dragon’s tail.
Focusing again on the dragon’s head and wings cradling the
bottom of the object, she was reminded of a dark, sinister version of
The Pearl Rabbit. A shiver coursed down her spine at the sight of
the beast’s fierce open jowls, ready to devour its prey.
But who would think to put a dragon on a vibrator?
She turned the tool over in her hands, trying to find a label.
Nothing, not even an on-switch.
How does Nathan expect me to use this thing?
Flipping the dragon on its side, she screamed, dropping the demon.
His eyes were glowing, evil, ominous - red. Her hand flew to her
mouth, muffling a nervous giggle.
Nathan, you naughty man, what kind of wicked tool of pleasure
have you bought me?
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Available now from The WildER Rose Press .
Aimee was a very bad girl this year. Girls this naughty
don’t get lumps of coal for Christmas. They get large,
bruising, wicked toys from their husbands. But why did
Aimee’s husband, Nathan, buy her the toy? Is he tired of
playing with her? Aimee wonders if he’s found a new
playmate, too.
When she confronts her husband, determined to force the
answer from him, he seizes her toy and changes the rules to
the game.
Is Nathan’s gift more than Aimee can handle, or will they
wear the batteries down before New Year’s?
Excerpt...
“Santa knows you’re naughty.”
Aimee broke into a wide grin, reading the scribbled note her
husband had left on her early Christmas present. She’d found the
gift on top of her pillow, just as she pulled back the covers and
climbed into bed.
The card was attached to a long, sleek, black box, elegantly tied
with a satiny red ribbon. She shook the box and the object inside
resounded with a loud ‘thump.’
Whatever it is, it’s solid. And not the tennis bracelet I wanted.
As she untied the delicate ribbon, she wondered what Nathan could
have gotten her that it couldn’t wait until Christmas. He’d only be
gone for five days. Some research he had to do for his company.
Something about a classified high-tech device he’d engineered. She
wasn’t sure of all the details, just the important one.
Nathan would be gone for one hundred and twenty hours. Five
whole nights she would have to spend in their bed alone, wanting
his touch, missing their lovemaking. In their six months of
marriage, this was the first time they’d ever been apart.
A soft gasp escaped her lips when she lifted the lid to the present.
Is that what I think it is?
Cradled in a padding of red velvet, lay a long, steely black shaft.
Aimee hesitantly touched it, cooing as she ran her finger along the
cool rim of the rod.
It looks like steel, but it feels like silk.
She picked up the shaft, shifting it from one hand to the other. Its
girth was wider than her grip, and the outer sheath of this hard
machine felt surprisingly like the foreskin of a penis. Even more
impressive was the object protruding from the base of the shaft. It
almost looked like a long mouth.
Was it a mouth?
She lifted the object higher for a closer inspection. Ohmigod! A
dragon!
How could she miss the coil of his tail wrapped around the base of
the rod? She traced her fingers up the side of the shaft. Bumps
which she thought were the textured foreskin of a penis were
actually dragon scales. And the enormous head of the shaft was
actually the tip of the dragon’s tail.
Focusing again on the dragon’s head and wings cradling the
bottom of the object, she was reminded of a dark, sinister version of
The Pearl Rabbit. A shiver coursed down her spine at the sight of
the beast’s fierce open jowls, ready to devour its prey.
But who would think to put a dragon on a vibrator?
She turned the tool over in her hands, trying to find a label.
Nothing, not even an on-switch.
How does Nathan expect me to use this thing?
Flipping the dragon on its side, she screamed, dropping the demon.
His eyes were glowing, evil, ominous - red. Her hand flew to her
mouth, muffling a nervous giggle.
Nathan, you naughty man, what kind of wicked tool of pleasure
have you bought me?
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