LUSTFUL LONGINGS by Maggie Adams

The Widow finds exactly what she desires in her lover and is determined to keep him at all costs.

Out Feb 13th – Lustful Longings by Maggie Adams

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Title: Lustful Longings

Author: Maggie Adams

Series: Lustful Trilogy #3

Genre: Women’s Erotica

Release Date: February 13. 2018

Length: 76 Pages

Blurb:
I have found my dream lover and, appropriately, his name is Morpheus. He has shown me how to be truly free in my sexuality; to trust another human being with my deepest desires; and to love without reservation or fear. We have a true power exchange when we play – no, we do not play, we live! Our lives and our sexual lifestyle have evolved so that one constantly compliments the other. I can’t imagine a happier, more fulfilling life.

Then, my world tilts on its axis.

Reality returns with a vengeance. My lover becomes ill and I find myself fighting for my former, happy life. Morpheus is ambivalent to his fate. He is more concerned with my future happiness without him. His abhorrence to leave me “a Widow” again, alone and afraid, leads him to formulate a plan to send me into the arms of another man. But his desperate longings to see me in passion’s embrace make him take the role of a cuckold. He has picked the man to help me if he should not survive, but it’s a double-edged sword as he forces himself to watch me falling deeper into the arms of the man he has chosen to replace him in all ways.

My guilt and longing for this man sends me to seek the help of an old friend. While I am welcomed with open arms, the lovely Bianca has plans of her own. In the end, it is up to Morpheus to either release me into the arms of new lovers, or allow me to ease his Lustful Longings in a new way.

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Excerpt One:

I lounge upon the chaise, sipping sparkling champagne as the New Year begins. My lover is poised on the tufted velvet arm, his fingers gliding along the exposed skin of my collarbone. The mirrored walls reflect the beauty of our surroundings and the people within. The chandeliers twinkle brightly near the mahogany ceiling, the gilt and glamour of the 1920’s permeates this particular party, and yet, the myriad collection of apparatuses for bondage, pain, and pleasure take up most of the room. A surrealistic interpretation of the predilections (or perhaps peculiarities is a better word), of the Master of House.

And here we sit in the middle of it all, my lover and me. He is adorned in the requisite tuxedo, it is a formal affair after all, with the only nod to the true nature of this gathering, a slim crop in his hand. He told me he really should have a walking stick to complete the outfit, but I wasn’t quite ready for that type of fun yet.

While he was the epitome of formal elegance, I, on the other hand, was resplendent in a red satin Merrywidow with black lace overlay and pretty red bows fastening the finest silk stockings that encased my legs. Black opera gloves covered my hands and arms, pearl bracelets and ruby rings adding charm.  The large ruby and gold earrings that swayed when I turned my head and the diamond clip that held back my hair were the real thing.

My Master was a generous man and wanted everyone to know it, so for me it was jewelry; for others, it was a simple offer to one and all to sample the delight he was privileged to call his own. So, I sat with him, the corset pushing up my breasts until my nipples tipped the edge of lace and allowed strangers to rub or pinch “the raspberry perfections” that my Master tasted every night. I didn’t mind. There was something quite exciting about another man or woman touching me while my Master looked on. It stirred the recklessness within me and made our love play more explosive.

I smiled to myself and took a sip of the champagne. If the folks back home could see me now. They would raise scandalous eyebrows to the ceiling, send prayers for my sinful ways in the Sunday sermon, and whisper of the “Merry Widow” at the local Moose club.  All would be filled with righteous indignation that someone like me had ever graced their idyllic community.  

I parted my legs on the chaise as my Master requested, the warm air hitting my nakedness. The scent of my arousal permeated the air while a woman tentatively touched my slick labia. Yes, the old town would be in an outrage at my debauchery.  Especially if I ever published my dear diary.  More specifically, if I didn’t change the names to protect the not-so-innocent of their town within the pages of my sexual journal. That’s right; although many wore masks to the dungeon parties, I knew who each member or guest was. After all, my Master owned the most exclusive club in town.

I sighed as a wave of pleasure coursed through me while the young woman licked her fingers. I raised my glass as her companion shouted, “To the Widow and her Morpheus! You make all our dreams come true!”

Excerpt Two:

My hand caresses your neck, my lovely widow, drawing you in for a kiss, and I suck your lower lip between my lips possessively and suggestively, kissing you lightly, then with more passion.

Your kisses inflame me! My heart is pounding. I feel your lips so firm and unyielding and I melt. Yes! This! This is what I need so desperately. To be cherished, adored, caressed…Your hand slides down the small of my back, lingers on my bottom, then pulls me toward you, sliding me onto your lap, where your arousal for me is evident... I suck your tongue into my mouth in appreciation for the tender caress and feel my head swirl in amorous intoxication.

Mmm, kisses, the brush of your fingertips along my throat, the taste of your skin on my tongue....

Do you feel the surge of arousal pumping through my veins as we begin to touch?

Yes! I feel your need and I wiggle a bit to fuel the fire, knowing the dampness between my legs is caused by you, how you kiss me, touch me, desire me....it adds to my need for you.

Ahh, my breath hitches, my stomach clenches as your fingertips glide, igniting the fire along my skin.

Our lips meet again, and we are transported to the place where desires are like wishes granted; fulfilled at the touch of lips, the subtle shifting of bodies, the tender gazes of lovers entwined. I am impatient for more, and yet I don't want this moment to end.... Kiss me again and again! For there is only the moment and the two of us. You are everything to me, Morpheus.

I waited for his next text. It never came. After a few moments, I sashayed into the living room, naked, of course, because that was the way he liked to see me at home. I saw him sitting in the chair, looking out over the ocean.

“Sweetheart?” I approached with a laugh. “I want more than texts and kisses, you know. We can’t role play, if you don’t ‘play’”.

It was then that he turned his head, his mouth curled down and drooping. The vacant look in his eyes was chilling.

“Mama?”

With horror, I grabbed the phone from his limp hand and dialed 911.

About Maggie Adams:
Maggie Adams is an Amazon Best Selling contemporary romance author. Her first book in the Tempered Steel Series, Whistlin’ Dixie, debuted in Amazon’s Top 100 for Women’s Fiction, humor, on November, 2014. Since then, she has consistently made the Amazon best seller 5-star list with Leather and Lace, Something’s Gotta Give, and Love, Marriage & Mayhem. She is also the recipient of the Dayreader Review’s Best New Series Award for 2015. Her series has launched the tiny town of Grafton, Illinois, into International recognition with sales in Mexico, Ireland, Scotland, Australia and the UK.

Back home, she resides in the Midwest, with her high school sweetheart, Ned, and their children, Katie (Kyle) and Ross (Valerie) and first granddaughter, Lorelei, otherwise known as “The Boss”

You can connect with her online at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Goodreads | Instagram | Pinterest | BookBub