"The Modesty Diaries" are exclusive excerpts from the real-life diaries of Katie Ellison, a late-40's wife, mother . . . lover, swinger and hotwife . . . enjoying the love and freedom of living in an open relationship with her Husband of almost 30 years.
These extracts are not fiction, but real life accounts of her occasional affairs, swinging adventures and encounters over the past decade. Therefore, these books are narrated completely in the first person, and are not published in the expectation of comparison to fantasy-erotic novels.
The Cover pictures of each of "The Modesty Diaries" are of Katie herself and the copyright of these remains with the author.
This Special PDF Edition comes with a Bonus New Back Cover photograph of Katie . . . and cover images of other editions in "The Modesty Ablaze Diaries" series.
It is only a few minutes walk to his house, and he greeted me at the door with a glass of champagne and a welcoming kiss on the cheek. He hung my coat over the banister and led me into the kitchen for my “present”. I protested that he shouldn’t keep buying me presents but he replied “it’s a tradition”. He was playing with my necklace, “I remember this night”, and telling me how “gorgeous” I looked, as I unwrapped the small parcel. It was another necklace, and I knew, another expensive one. I protested again, but kissed him my thanks as he reached around me to try to fix the clasp around my neck. Once he’d managed to fix it on, we began kissing again, just warmly at first, but then as though we were both releasing weeks and weeks of expectation, it became a gasping passionate squeezing of our lips and tongues.
We hardly ever kiss, not really like this, not the way I kiss J for instance, but the moment just seemed to carry us away and we were both embracing and squeezing into one another in a way I can’t remember us ever having done before. He was rubbing his hands around my hips and bum, and I was sliding mine up and down his back. He reached around and having not even caressed my boobs yet as he normally would, he just suddenly pulled my dress downwards off my shoulders. My nipples were both suddenly exposed and as he leant down to suck at them, I struggled my arms out of each sleeve to cradle his head into them as he sucked and nibbled from one to the other.
The weight of our embrace had pushed me backwards into the fridge and I could feel the cold of the door on my back as he pulled the rest of my dress down over my hips and then down to my ankles. He’d already slid down to his knees as I stepped each foot out of the dress at my feet, and as I felt him licking at me I was reaching out with each arm backwards against the fridge and cabinets trying to keep my balance. He is normally so calm and slow that his sudden reactions now had rather taken me by surprise . . . but at the same time had made me incredibly aroused. I was giggling and gasping as I heard some of their magnet-ornaments falling off the fridge door as I was trying to keep my balance whilst at the same time thrusting my hips forward into his mouth and tongue.
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