Silk Threads - Three Tales of Passionate Japan

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 76,500
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Three authors, three erotic romance novellas.
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Bound together by a common magical thread, each novella tells a story of romance and passion unlike any other, exploring both paranormal and BDSM themes. Set in a Japan of the mythic past, the paranormal present, and a cyberpunk future, the three novellas showcase the imaginations of three pioneers of sexuality in fiction.
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Focusing on women's erotic power and desires, each story features individual quests for love, intimacy and the discovery of far-reaching potential within the central protagonists. From the legendary creatures of traditional Japanese fables to an atomic age embodiment of existential anxiety and into a cultural paradigm shift, magical silk weaves each generational story into an exploration of romantic cravings.
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It is truly unlike anything else. Brought to life by three masters in their fields. For those who don't know them all:

 

Silk Threads - Three Tales of Passionate Japan
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Silk Threads - Three Tales of Passionate Japan

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 76,500
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Jiro pulled my arms back, securing them with rope. Even with my bra still on I felt exposed and brazen. I looked down. The hard points of my nipples were sharply visible through the silk. When he came to stand in front of me, his eyes lingered on them and I could not help but yearn for him to touch them.
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His fingers traced the rope from the top of my shoulder downward and I took a deep breath, as if trying to lift my chest toward them. A whimper escaped me as he let his knuckles brush over one erect point. He held still then and I shamelessly panted, letting my nipple brush against his fingers again and again. His eyes were locked with mine rather than looking at my breasts, even as he brought the other hand into place so I could show him how much I needed that touch.
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“I can make them even more sensitive,” he said, his voice low and tranquil.
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“Can you?”
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He nodded and began to add a new layer to the ropes criss-crossing my upper torso. Each new strand squeezed my breasts a little more than the previous one. Across the way I could see a woman was being tied in a similar fashion.
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“Turn around,” he said, and I faced into the niche instead of toward the room, as if he wanted to keep this view of me for himself for now.

 

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