The Watcher

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 14,400
1 Ratings (3.0)

Five gloriously intimate stories about voluptuously curvaceous and sexily full-figured women, who know how to enjoy life to the full!

The Watcher by Kristina Wright

Sometimes a Peeping Tom can be the person over the road, rather than someone lurking in the bushes, and it takes a little while for the curvaceous Maisy to realise that the object of his interest isn't her roommates Sara and Karen. Armed with that knowledge she decides it's time to take things into her own hands, with surprising results.

Clara's Cakes by Izzy French

Little girls are made of sugar and spice, which is why Clara is so good at cooking up little treats for the local cafes and tea shops. Yet when one of the motorcycle couriers admits to being a baker as well, Clara discovers that two many cooks in the kitchen can actually be a very good thing.

Private Dancer by Carole Archer

James is the perfect husband. Even though the corporate hospitality means having to accompany clients and work colleagues to a local lap-dancing club, which is something he really doesn't want to do. Allison is the perfect wife, and she knows it always takes two to tango.

Love at First Light by Harriet Hamblin

Cassie isn't the sort of woman who believes in aromatherapy and the ability of smells to change her mood, or her life. But when she steps into the candle shop and accepts the proprietor's recommendation, she finds things are not always as simple as they seem.

Princess Beatrice by Sadie Wolf

A birthday wish is something you can hold dear, but usually kept a secret. For Beatrice, a change in life brought her happiness, or so she thought. But when she summons up her courage and decides to gamble her happiness on a birthday wish, even she isn't sure of the outcome.

These stories have also been published in Ultimate Curves ISBN 9781906373788

The Watcher
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The Watcher

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 14,400
1 Ratings (3.0)
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Standing in front of the open window, she shivered as a light breeze dried the water from her pale skin. She looked upward, toward the night sky, not at the man across the street who sat in his own bedroom watching her. Stretching her arms over her head, she pulled her long blonde hair up and away from her neck. She arched her back toward the window, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror in the corner of the room. She looked like a woman waiting for a lover. Tonight, the stranger who watched her was her lover and her body was for his pleasure.
For a long time, Maisy had thought the watcher was watching her roommates. Sara and Karen were thin, lithe little things who made men’s heads turn on the street. Sara even modelled occasionally, for goodness sake! The three women had speculated about the watcher over the past couple of months, debating whether they should do anything about him. Sara and Karen breezily accepted the idea that he was, in fact, watching them. They were used to the attention. But it had caught Maisy quite by surprise to find the watcher in his usual spot on several occasions when neither of her roommates was around. And it wasn’t as if he was waiting for them, either. In fact, she found herself watching the watcher and noting how quickly he abandoned his post when Sara or Karen arrived home.
It thrilled her to know he was watching her.
Dusk had fallen and she knew she was backlit in the window, erotically framed in the brackets of her red curtains like a Rubens painting for his private viewing. She fleetingly wondered if anyone else might be watching her from the darkened buildings, but it didn’t matter. The watcher across the way – her watcher – was the only one she was interested in. She could see him sitting in his usual chair facing the window. It was hard to tell what he looked like and she didn’t have the nerve to use binoculars to study him, but she could tell his shoulders were broad and his hair was dark. She imagined he was older than her, an older man with a penchant for women with soft curves and plump bottoms. He was a shadowy figure in a darkened room, watching her. Appreciating her. Desiring her.
“Go on, then,” she whispered to him. “Get a good look at me.”
She let her hair cascade through her fingers as she dropped her hands to her shoulders. She gently kneaded and soothed the muscles of her neck and shoulders like an imaginary lover. As if he was impatient for her to get on with it, the watcher shifted in his chair. He wore a white shirt and dark pants. Fully clothed in comparison to her brazen nudity. She had never seen him do more than watch and now she found herself aroused at the thought of seeing him naked.
“Want more, do you?” she giggled. “Well, let’s give you more.”
With that, she cupped her plump breasts in her hands, the soft flesh spilling over her fingers. She closed her eyes and imagined it was him touching her. Her nipples tightened under her fingertips, becoming hard, pink pebbles aching to be touched and sucked. A soft moan escaped her as she tugged gently on them and felt a corresponding tingle of sensation between her thighs. The sounds of the evening traffic fell away and all she could hear were her own little whimpers of desire.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the watcher leaning forward. Anxious. As anxious as she was, she imagined. She felt nervous with anticipation, as if waiting for her lover to fuck her. She stared at him and mouthed the words, “I want you.”

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