Behind Kissing Velvet

He never kissed - not in the usual sense.  Not on the mouth, at least.  He said there were other ways to express how you felt about a woman.  He called it kissing velvet.  The velvet was her skin.  He thought it was smooth and soft, deliciously sensual.  The kiss? Well, that was the whip making contact with her velvet skin.

Kissing Velvet is about half way through my collection of the same title, and the last blog post on these stories.  It is also one of the stories I most enjoyed writing and exploring; a kinky, romantic tale.  

When hassled commuter Kym meets enigmatic Charles Gunn on a crowded train, their conversations about erotic books and films soon lead to something far more intimate.  Kym has often fantasised about a BDSM adventure, but will the reality be too intense for her to handle?  

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