Please join me in welcoming the wonderfully talented
Jacqueline George. I've wanted to feature her books and her work at Yellow Silk Dreams Publishing for some
time, now, so when I found out about her new release, we couldn't think of a
more perfect time. She is appearing today on Blak Rayne's Blog, so join us there to
learn more about this fascinating erotic author.
When Shirley arrives at the Institute, she thinks she will be studying Politics. But the Institute has a sterner purpose, the study of Witchcraft. Gradually, Shirley is introduced to the practice and history of the Craft. She has a talent for mind control and for romance, and is given her witch's name, Light o'Love...
Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of
the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing
books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out
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Light o'Love
by
Jacqueline George
@JacquelineQPres
When Shirley arrives at the Institute, she thinks she will be studying Politics. But the Institute has a sterner purpose, the study of Witchcraft. Gradually, Shirley is introduced to the practice and history of the Craft. She has a talent for mind control and for romance, and is given her witch's name, Light o'Love...
Rossiter took in the situation. “Are you sure it’s them?”
“Of course. Look at them; who else could it be?”
“Exactly. Let me think. If they’re Nick’s people in
disguise, he already knows we’re here, and Holly and Dhu Varren already know he
is here. I’m going to cover us up. If Nick’s around, it will be as good as
putting up a billboard advertising us, but he will know that anyway. If the
people really are Godiva and The Lamplighter, they just won’t see us. But Nick
will if he’s somewhere across the valley spying out the ground. We’ll be out of
reach, but tempting. Sit still.”
Rossiter started his charms and crawled right around her
making passes from above his head down to the rock they sat on. He turned and
smiled to her. “There, we can watch them climb past and they won’t even know
we’re here.”
Godiva and The Lamplighter had found the pack trail and
were zigzagging up the side of the fell. They did not hurry, and Light o'Love
could hear their chattering slowly coming nearer. They were young, cheerful and
in love. Once they had climbed high enough, they left the path and headed
towards the boulder where Rossiter and Light o'Love were hiding.
“They’re OK, I think,” Light o'Love whispered. “I can
feel them and they’re genuine. What do you think?”
“I think so too, but why are they coming here?”
They were getting much closer and it was hard to look
Godiva in the face without flinching and trying to hide.
“This looks good,” said Godiva as she got close enough to
see the short grass. “No-one will be able to see us behind here.”
The Lamplighter looked suspiciously around one side of
the boulder and then the other and finally he gave a wide smile and swung his
small rucksack from his shoulders.
“This is just the right place. At last.” He pulled a
folded groundsheet from his rucksack. Between them, they spread it on the grass
behind the boulder. They unwrapped their anoraks from their waists and folded
them as pillows. Godiva unlaced her boots, kicked them off, and rolled on top
of The Lamplighter.
“Now I’ve got you,” she said. “All to myself. No escape.”
She swung her hair to one side and started to kiss him.
Light o'Love looked at Rossiter. He had a naughty smile
on his face as he lay on his stomach and settled down to watch. Light o'Love
lay beside him. There was nothing else to do.
They watched as the lovers giggled and kissed below them.
They shared long sucking kisses as they drank and explored each other. The
Lamplighter had already pulled Godiva’s shirt out and his hands were wandering
beneath, looking for the fastening of her bra.
He broke their kiss and pushed her back until she was
kneeling astride him. One by one, he undid her buttons until he could push her
shirt back over her shoulders. It caught on her wrists and Godiva had to help
him, fumbling at her cuffs until she could pull her shirt clear. She shrugged
off her bra and he took it from her, folding it and placing it at the edge of
the groundsheet. He lay back with his hands behind his head and stared at her.
From where she lay, behind and above, Light o'Love could
not see Godiva’s breasts clearly, but The Lamplighter could and he liked them.
“You are a beautiful, beautiful woman,” he said in his deep voice, and he
reached out to take a breast in each hand. Godiva sighed and Light o'Love knew
that her eyes would be closed as The Lamplighter played with her. Her head
rolled from side to side.
With a powerful twist of his body, he turned her onto her
back. He leaned over her and, with one big hand, he held her wrists together
above her head. She did not take her eyes from his face as she waited quietly
for what he would do to her. He bent to her and kissed her, her face, her eyes,
her neck, her mouth. She struggled uselessly in his grip as he kissed and she
returned his kisses. She still struggled as he kissed down to the pink tips of
her breasts. Her eyes closed and she whimpered as he sucked and teased.
Light o'Love no longer felt any embarrassment. Watching
her friends was not an intrusion and it was making her excited. She moved
closer to Rossiter and he put his arm around her. He felt good beside her.
Below them, The Lamplighter had left Godiva’s breasts and
pulled the rest of her clothes off. She kicked her legs free and lay back, one
leg straight and the other bent at the knee, fallen sideways to open herself to
him. Her pussy was a pink shadow beneath its wispy blonde fur. She was Eve
incarnate, the woman who does nothing and still rules her man with her beauty.
The Lamplighter lay beside her and lowered his hand to
the fork of her legs. Godiva propped herself up on her elbows and, like a mouse
fascinated by a serpent, watched his masculine brown hand probing her, parting
her lips and dipping into the nectar within. She dropped back with a moan and
lifted her hips, thrusting them upwards in a slow rhythm to draw him into her.
The Lamplighter played on as Godiva’s moans became louder and her movements
faster.
Watching felt immensely exciting for Light o'Love, and
she made no objection when Rossiter took his hand from around her shoulders and
reached underneath her. She lifted her hips from the rock and allowed him to
unclip her breeches and reach inside. His fingertips were roaming across her
mound and she knew she was as wet as Godiva.
Godiva’s moaning had taken on a desperate tone as her climax drew near. She hung on to The Lamplighter with one hand while the other arm stretched out wide and gripped a fold in the ground sheet. Her eyes were closed tight and her face was red and strained.
Godiva’s moaning had taken on a desperate tone as her climax drew near. She hung on to The Lamplighter with one hand while the other arm stretched out wide and gripped a fold in the ground sheet. Her eyes were closed tight and her face was red and strained.
With both hands, Light o'Love struggled to push her
breeches and panties over her hips and halfway down her thighs. Now Rossiter
had the freedom of her pussy and she lowered herself into the palm of his hand.
He clasped his fingers into her wetness and she moved slowly against him.
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Another great read from Jacqueline George.
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