Love in the Afternoon
released 2010
erotic romance short story
Sometimes all you want is a little quickie!
(ebook only)
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Currently out of print
Currently out of print
currently out of print, although some copies may still be found (rare!)
Content: Spicy, M/f, Strong BDSM
Excerpt from Love in the Afternoon
by Diana Hunter
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He stood in the door, fresh from
his own hour of silence. Her body knelt in the center of the rug in the center
of room, already the center of his attention. Her head had come up when she
heard his step, yet she remained relaxed and ready, her soul open. She’d
learned well the techniques he’d taught her. Only through meditation could one
control the passions, only through finding peace could one move toward true
consciousness. It had given him great pleasure to know, as he knelt in the room
beside this one, that she had come so far under his tutelage.
She had taught him as well. Whether
it was her earnestness, her passion for living or her willingness to learn, he
had learned that their souls could reach heights far higher if they went
together than if they were apart. Only recently had he realized this was the
very definition of the new-age term “soul mates.” She was his. But he also
belonged to her.
His eyes looked to a different
photo, this one on the wall opposite the kneeling submissive. It showed a man
and woman, the woman in a similar kneeling position as to the photo opposite.
The man stood over her, not in a position of power, but in one of protection.
He would give his life defending the woman who gave her soul to him.
Stepping forward, he placed his
hand on the top of her head, hearing her contented sigh.
“You are ready?” His words, spoken
softly, fell into the silence of the room like soft music to her soul.
“I am.”
“Stand.”
They needed no titles, no terms for
each other. Such endearments had their place early on, when they were young and
still understanding themselves and how their lives fit together. But those
roles were settled now and with the passage of time came commitment and love.
Gracefully she unfolded and stood
before him, her long, dark hair unbound and spilling over her shoulders in
straight brown blades of beauty. No clothing hid her body, no blemish marked
her perfectly cream skin, no tan lines marred the surface. Ageless and
beautiful, she faced him in quiet submission, her brown eyes reflecting the
calm she’d found in her soul.
A calm he intended to interrupt
very soon.
He didn’t need to give a command to
make her follow, he simply held out his hand and waited as she placed her own
within. Such trust deserved the very best he could give her. Turning, he led
her to the bedroom he’d prepared for them.
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