Admiring Anna

Admiring Anna An A-Z Story

By Kim Dare

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Admiring Anna Copyright © 2012 Kim Dare Edited by Christine Allen-Riley Cover art by Les Byerly, www.les3photo8.com

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-463-5

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Electronic Release: February 2012

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Because women who love women deserve happy endings too…

Chapter One

Samantha Bevan stared at the man kneeling before her for several long seconds. No doubt he was very good looking, as men went. Samantha was sure lots of women would love to have him crawling at their feet and offering to do whatever they wanted. Lots of straight women, at least. Lifting her gaze, Samantha looked past the nearly naked figure. The club was poorly lit and full of shadows, but all the important points were immediately clear to an artist’s eye, and they added up to one thing. Samantha had screwed up—big time. She looked down once more. The guy was still there. Samantha retreated a step and promptly backed into a huge pillar. It might have looked like marble, but it felt suspiciously like a cheap imitation as Samantha scrabbled at it in an effort to stay upright. “I…I think we might have our wires crossed,” she mumbled. The man crawled closer. Samantha stepped to her right, straight into a huge potted fern set on a wobbly pseudoclassical stand. It was just the kind of prop Gerald was keen on. No doubt Anna would have looked like some sort of ancient Greek goddess standing next to it, especially if she was draped in nothing more than a clean white sheet that clung to every beautiful curve on her body. Samantha probably appeared more like a… Still clutching the potted fern, Samantha looked down at her jeans, T-shirt and trainers. She was far more like some scruffy little street urchin that scrambled for pennies outside the goddess’ temple.

In hindsight, it would have been a really good idea to have found out a few pertinent details about the club before she’d stalked Anna into it. Such as how much leather a woman needed to wear if she didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. At any other time, Samantha wouldn’t have hesitated to reach for her sketch book and enjoy the view but, as she glanced down at the nearly naked man before her, any inclination to draw a single line faded away. “May I fetch you a drink, mistress?” “I…um…” “Samantha?” Thick treacle suddenly poured down upon her and filled her whole world. It took her several hours to turn her head, but she already knew who the voice belonged to. Each syllable damn near dripped with a wonderful mixture of sex and supreme self-confidence. Finally, Samantha’s gaze fell on Anna. It obviously wasn’t just the light in Gerald’s studio that made the other woman seem to be so stunning while she sat for portrait after portrait. After watching Anna work as a life model for the last six months, there wasn’t much of the other woman that Samantha hadn’t seen, but she’d never appeared in Gerald’s studio dressed as she was now. Samantha’s mouth went dry as she ran her eyes over Anna. Her hair hung in perfect black waves down her back. Cream-colored riding breeches clung to long, shapely legs until they disappeared into high, glossy boots. A crisp, white shirt molded itself to Anna’s breasts, the top button left undone to reveal just a tiny hint of cleavage and— “Samantha?” Samantha could only open her mouth and hope like hell that whatever words tumbled out didn’t prove to be too embarrassing. “Anna! It’s so good to see you here.” Tearing her gaze away from Anna for a moment, Samantha carefully placed the potted plant back on its stand and reviewed her response. All in all, it could have been a lot worse. It might have been better if said in a pitch audible to humans as well as certain species of bats and dogs, but still… “Is he with you?” Anna asked.

Samantha looked down, remembered the kneeling guy, and promptly forgot about both the pillar and the planter as she tried to put some distance between them. She caught the fern just in time to stop it from braining the poor sod. “No,” Samantha managed to say, in a slightly more normal tone. “I’ve never seen him before in my life.” Reaching out to the kneeling man, Anna calmly rotated the leather collar around the man’s neck until a silver tag appeared. “Thank you, Mitch. You may go back to your duties.” “Yes, miss.” Mitch pulled himself to his feet and quickly made his way toward one of the other women who had just entered the club. Samantha watched him go, feigning far more interest in him than she had ever felt toward any man. “Mitch wasn’t what you were looking for when you came here?” Anna asked. Playing for time, Samantha once more steadied the plant on its stand. She then took several paces away from the damn thing. “He’s not really my type,” Samantha finally mumbled. “I…um…” “Had no idea what sort of club this was until he knelt at your feet and offered you his submission?” Anna suggested. Samantha cleared her throat. “Something like that.” Expecting the worst, she forced herself to look up and meet the other woman’s gaze. To her amazement, Anna actually seemed to be smiling at her. “Come and have a drink with me.” As invitations went, it sounded far more like an order. “There’s no need for you to be nice to me,” Samantha rushed out. “I just—” The sudden crack of a whip on the far side of the room made her jump. Anna didn’t laugh, although Samantha was quite prepared to admit that she had every right to. “Come on.” Anna’s hand came to rest on the small of Samantha’s back. The heat from her palm quickly soaked through Samantha’s thin T-shirt. It was all Samantha could do not to arch her back like a cat. Hell, it was more luck than judgment that enabled her to hold back a purr! As much as part of her loved Anna’s touch, after months of gazing at the model, of wishing that she could get her hands on Anna, and of wishing she could get Anna’s hands on her

own body in return, the platonic little caress was a cruel mockery of how Samantha had hoped the evening might end. She stepped quickly away, suddenly wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of the club as quickly as possible. “Really,” she babbled. “It’s fine. I can just—” “Samantha,” Anna cut in. “You’re going to come with me and have a drink. The decision has already been made. Just do as you’re told now, there’s a good girl.” It was that tone of voice that had first pulled her attention to Anna. Beautiful women were ten a penny in Gerald’s art studio, but one who could make the great artist keep his hands to himself with nothing more than a politely phrased warning and a raised eyebrow… “Um… Okay,” Samantha mumbled. A moment passed. Anna lifted one hand to stroke Samantha’s hair back from her face. It wasn’t until then that Samantha noticed Anna was carrying a riding crop. Her brain short-circuited at the sight of it. Her buttocks tensed as if in anticipation of the first blow. Eyes never leaving the thin strip of black leather, Samantha made no further protest as Anna led her to a small sofa set in a private little alcove on the far side of the room. “Why did you come here tonight?” Anna asked, sinking gracefully onto one end of the sofa. Samantha glanced across at her as she perched cautiously on the very edge of the seat at the other end of the plush velvet sofa. “I heard you mention the club to one of Gerald’s students after one of your sittings.” Samantha was pretty sure she’d never intended to admit anything of the sort, but suddenly the words were out there, and it was too late to snatch them back. “It sounded…interesting,” she mumbled, shrugging, as if it were no big deal. “Did you hear me say it’s a club that caters to dominant women?” Anna asked. Idly toying with her crop, she ran the full length of the implement through her fingers again and again. Samantha was mesmerized. “And to their admirers,” she said, without thinking. A moment later, Samantha closed her eyes and mentally cursed herself. “Pardon?”

“Nothing,” Samantha said. Sitting back, she slouched down into the fine upholstery and prayed that the sofa might swallow her up completely. Unfortunately, no convenient escape hatch appeared to have been built into the obviously expensive piece of furniture. Damn! “I asked you a question, Samantha. I expect an answer, and I expect it to be given in a clear and understandable tone of voice.” It was almost impossible not to want to live up to the woman’s expectations, but even so, Samantha could barely make the words more than a whisper. “You said the club was for female dominants and their admirers.” Samantha remembered that particular conversation very well. She’d replayed it over and over inside her head during the last week. She’d analyzed it and dissected it; she’d masturbated to it, and now… “You’re not here as a dominant.” Samantha damn near heard the penny drop inside Anna’s head as the other woman said it. Well, give her a prize! Samantha said nothing, settling for merely turning her head and staring out into the rest of the club as if there could be anyone there more interesting than Anna. “Samantha?” Long, elegant fingers touched the side of Samantha’s face and coaxed her to turn around. “I’m sorry. I… There was a rumor in the studio that you… I mean that…” Heat raced to Samantha’s cheeks. There was no way in hell this was going to turn out well. If Anna took offense and it came down to the model or the artist’s assistant, Samantha knew who Gerald would consider the most easily expendable and… Anna’s fingers slid under Samantha’s chin and encouraged her to look up, but that was probably only because keeping her head down made it look as if she were trying to stare down Anna’s cleavage. Samantha forced herself to transfer her gaze to the other woman’s face. “I’m…” she began again. But that was all she managed to say.

Chapter Two

Anna smiled as she brushed her lips lightly against Samantha’s mouth. The girl gasped in surprise, but if there was any part of her that wanted to pull back from the kiss, it certainly didn’t have the casting vote. The younger woman’s eyes fell closed, pale eyelashes fanning out against the skin beneath her eyes. She leaned into the kiss. Cupping Samantha’s cheek with her left palm, Anna threaded the fingers of her right hand through the short spiky strands of blonde hair that framed Samantha’s face and held her at the best angle to be kissed. Tracing her tongue along the seam between her lips, Anna gently but firmly informed Samantha that she expected to be given complete access to any part of her she desired. Samantha immediately complied. After a moment’s hesitation, she brought her tongue out to play, taking her first tentative taste of Anna’s lips in return. Slowly deepening the kiss, Anna allowed the young woman her cautious little explorations. But, she nipped sharply at Samantha’s bottom lip when it seemed she was actually trying to take control. Samantha sprang back, her hand going to her mouth as her eyes opened wide with shock. Anna made no attempt to stop Samantha’s retreat. “Sorry, I—” “Don’t apologize,” Anna ordered. Samantha fell silent. Her fingers moved as if to wipe away the smudge of lipstick lingering along her top lip. “Leave it.”

Samantha frowned slightly, her hand still held midair. “Why?” “Because if you decide to take this any further, you’ll learn that I like to leave my mark on my lovers.” Sitting half-turned in her seat, Anna studied the other woman’s reactions very carefully as her words gradually sank in. “With lipstick?” It was impossible to tell if it was nerves or desire that made Samantha squirm in her seat as she spoke. “With lipstick, with a whip, with whatever I want,” Anna said. “I’ve had a great deal of fun with nothing more than a willing body and a permanent marker in the past.” Samantha nodded, but she didn’t seem to be agreeing with anything so much as indicating that she’d heard. “And,” Anna added. “Just in case you have any lingering doubts—the rumor that I like women just as much as men is entirely correct.” Samantha nodded again, her eyes fixed on the chunky silver ring she was twisting around her finger. “I’ve never cared what gender my submissives are,” Anna went on. If nothing else, at least the word made Samantha look up. “I don’t,” the girl whispered. “I mean, I’ve never…” So, Anna’s suspicions had been right. Tilting back her chin, she made a decision. “You have a choice, Samantha,” she said. “I can drive you home, leave you on your doorstep and neither of us will ever mention this night again.” Anna stopped to let that scenario sink in. “Or?” Samantha finally asked. “Or you can stay here with me and find out if you’ll enjoy submitting to a dominant woman as much as I suspect you will.” Samantha stared at Anna for a long time, apparently unable to bring a single word to her lips. Anna could almost see the possibilities and fantasies racing through the girl’s head. Finally, Samantha nodded. Anna ran the crop through her fingers one more time. “Close the curtains.” Samantha looked entirely blank until Anna pointed her crop toward the heavy velvet drapes currently gathered back to each side of the archway. Once Samantha had completed her task and separated the alcove from the main play space in the center of the club, she didn’t seem to know what to do with herself. She stood in the

middle of the small and suddenly intimate little area looking as if she were lost in the middle of a huge desert and had no idea in which direction an oasis might lie. “Strip.” Samantha blinked at Anna as if she’d never linked nudity and submission, or even nudity and sex, together in her head. “Here?” “Yes,” Anna said, tucking a booted foot beneath her opposite leg as she made herself just a little bit more comfortable on the sofa. “No one else will see you. The curtains will remain closed.” Samantha’s hand went to the hem of her T-shirt, only to linger there doing nothing more interesting than fidgeting with the edge of the fabric. Anna kept her expression serene and unconcerned, but there was nothing she could do to keep her heart from racing. She’d spent so many boring portrait sittings and life drawing classes imagining what she’d do with Samantha if she were ever lucky enough to have the girl under her control. The possibility that their scene would come crashing to a halt before it had even started was almost too much to bear. Several seconds passed. Finally, Samantha’s hand twitched. The thin T-shirt slid up Samantha’s body and over her head. The submissive quickly tossed the garment over the back of the sofa. There was no pause for dramatic effect. Now that she had started, Samantha merely seemed to be determined to remove every stitch she wore, as quickly as possible. As Samantha scrambled out of her clothes, Anna ran an assessing eye over each inch of flesh that was revealed. The younger woman’s skin was pale. Lugging heavy easels and canvases around Gerald’s studio obviously kept her fit. Her limbs were all slim and well toned. From small, pert breasts, all the way down to the pleasing curve of her hips, she was exactly how Anna imagined she’d be. “Come here.” Samantha obediently stepped forward, until she stood directly in front of Anna. Her fists clenched and unclenched rapidly at her sides. Every muscle in her body was knotted with tension. None of that detracted from her beauty in the slightest. “Put your hands behind your back,” Anna ordered, each word calm and confident. Samantha also followed that instruction without hesitation.

As Anna raised her crop and moved the thin strip of leather behind the girl, Samantha flinched, as if expecting a painful blow. She frowned slightly when it failed to arrive. “Wrap both your hands around the crop—one at each end,” Anna ordered. Peering over her shoulder, Samantha fumbled behind her back until she managed to do as she was told. “If either of your hands leaves the crop, you’ll be dismissed from this scene,” Anna said. “I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll drive you home, but I won’t lay a hand on you for the rest of the evening.” She met the other woman’s eyes, letting her see how serious she was. Samantha jerkily nodded her understanding. “Kneel.” Without any apparent hesitation, Samantha lowered herself to her knees at Anna’s feet. Anna took that as her cue to stand up, completely reversing their positions and easily emphasizing the different roles they were slipping into as she loomed over the submissive. Samantha gazed up at her, tilting her head back in an effort to keep her attention on Anna’s face, and Anna had no doubt that was because Samantha was trying to read her emotions and work out how to please her. Years spent stripping in artists’ studios had given Anna a very good understanding of what kind of clothing it was possible to slip into and out of on a whim. Her tight cream breeches weren’t going anywhere. A slight smile teased Anna’s features. Foresight was a wonderful thing. Reaching for her fly, Anna slowly drew down the zipper. Where a normal fastening would have stopped, Anna’s kept going, separating the fabric that had covered her crotch, revealing smooth, bare flesh. Within moments, nothing lay between her clit and Samantha’s mouth. Anna sat down. Leaning back against the soft upholstery, she let her legs fall apart as she shrugged her shoulders and made herself completely comfortable against the cushions. Eyes half closed, Anna trailed her fingers slowly down her cleavage and over the buttons of her closely fitted shirt. Keeping her movements slow and easy, she let out a contented little sigh as her fingertips finally left the fabric and caressed the exposed skin between her thighs. But even then, Anna’s attention remained completely focused upon the woman at her feet.

Samantha swallowed rapidly, shuffling her bare knees on the hard floorboards, apparently unable to remain still as she watched the show. She gasped as Anna’s fingers brushed against her own clit for the first time that evening. An extra wave of pleasure sang through Anna’s veins as she saw Samantha tighten her hold on the crop in an effort to stop herself from reaching out to touch her. The frustrated whimper that escaped from the back of Samantha’s throat was music to Anna’s ears. “That’s right. Good girl,” Anna murmured. “You just stay right there and watch.” Anna delicately pulled back the hood that almost completely concealed her clit from prying eyes. Still studying Samantha’s reactions, she delicately caressed the little nub of nerve endings with one finger of her other hand, before dipping down and gathering a little moisture from her slit to lubricate her touch. Her clit was already swollen and eager for attention. Feeling no embarrassment at the show she was putting on, Anna continued to softly circle it, stopping occasionally to scrape her nail very gently against the tip. As Anna’s breathing sped up, so did her fingers. Pressing her head back against the sofa cushions, she arched her back, but her own touch was no longer enough. With the fingers of her right hand still working her pussy, Anna slid her other hand into Samantha’s hair and tugged the girl closer. A relief-filled moan signaled Samantha’s complete and utter willingness to join in the scene. In her enthusiasm, Samantha tried to move her head more quickly than Anna’s hand, but Anna’s quickly tightened her grip on her new lover’s hair, killing that idea in its tracks. There would be no topping from the bottom. Samantha would never need to worry about who was in control. Anna took a deep breath. Licking her lips, she swallowed and made sure that her voice would come out calm and steady when she finally spoke. “Don’t rush.” Samantha glanced up at her. One lock of thick blonde hair fell forward into her eyes, but Anna didn’t have a hand free to push it away. “Sorry.” Samantha’s voice was rough with desire, her eyes full of need. She’d never looked more stunning.

Taking her hand away from her clit, Anna ran a fingertip over the younger woman’s lips. Samantha immediately reached out toward the digit with her tongue, eager to taste Anna, even secondhand. “That’s right,” Anna murmured, guiding Samantha’s head forward an inch or two before stopping her short again. Collecting more of her taste from her slit, Anna once more traced Samantha’s lips with a fingertip. The girl’s eyes fell closed as she seemed to savor whatever her lover was willing to offer her. Anna allowed Samantha even closer, until there was barely an inch of empty air between her clit and the other woman’s lips. Samantha’s breath brushed across her crotch. A shiver ran down Anna’s spine. “Take it slow,” Anna reminded her, as she finally brought Samantha’s mouth and her pussy together. Lips brushed tenderly against Anna’s labia, a delicate little flick of the tongue caressed her clit as the other woman took her first real taste of her. Anna tightened her grip in Samantha’s hair, not pulling her closer or pushing her away, not doing anything except reminding her exactly who was in control—anything except giving Samantha exactly what she needed in return. Samantha murmured her pleasure. The vibrations coursed up through Anna’s body, pulling a gasp from her. Arching against the sofa, she pressed her clit more firmly against the other woman’s mouth. Glancing down, she saw Samantha’s big blue eyes peering up at her, taking in every detail, every reaction. As Anna subsided back upon the sofa cushions, Samantha circled her clit with the pointed tip of her tongue. She’d been paying attention. It was a skillful copy of what Anna had done to please herself. “That’s a good girl.” Samantha’s eyes glowed at the praise. She murmured her thanks for it against Anna’s clit, repaying any pleasure she might have received from Anna’s words tenfold. Samantha lapped and sucked gently at Anna’s labia before returning to her clit and sealing her lips around the little peak of nerve endings. Anna had said slow, and Samantha was obviously doing her very best to give her exactly what she wanted. There was no pressure behind

the younger woman’s lips, no demand that she come from the gentle licks. It was so easy to believe that Samantha would stay down there the whole night and love every minute of it. Tugging the younger woman’s head forward the tiniest fraction of an inch, Anna gave Samantha her silent permission to speed things up and take her new dominant to a higher level of bliss. Soft lips caressed Anna’s clit once more. The lightest touch of teeth scraped against the hyper-sensitive nerve endings, precisely copying the way Anna had toyed with herself using her fingernail. Anna threw aside any attempt to keep her reactions muted and controlled. She heard Samantha whimper against her as she tossed back her head and pushed forward her hips. A moment later, any sound the submissive might have made would have been completely drowned out. The cry torn from Anna’s throat filled the area behind the curtain, leaving no space for anything else. The whole club must have heard it. Anna made no attempt to cut the sound short as Samantha lapped against her pussy, drawing out Anna’s pleasure until her head swirled through sheer lack of oxygen. Anna rode the waves farther and farther, until she was out of sight of all land, floating on an ocean of bliss. Her hand still rested on the back of Samantha’s head, holding her close, but it was too much now. There was only so much a body could take. Anna pulled at the short blonde strands, tugging the younger woman away. The rolling tide of ecstasy gradually receded, leaving Anna collapsed in a messy, sated little heap on the shoreline. Almost too exhausted to draw a breath, she didn’t even try to open her eyes until several minutes had passed.

Chapter Three

Samantha stared up at Anna. Her hair was slightly disordered, her makeup not quite perfect. Her clothes were askew, and Samantha had never seen the model look so beautiful. Eventually, the other woman opened her eyes. Twisting her body to one side, Anna lay down and rested her head on the arm on the sofa. A tug on Samantha’s hair invited her up onto the cushions with her. As she did her best to follow Anna’s unspoken directions, Samantha found herself spooning in front of the slightly taller woman on the sofa. Taking the crop from her, Anna gave Samantha her silent permission to move her arms and rest more comfortably. Samantha gratefully flexed her fingers, trying to convince them to straighten after spending so long maintaining their white-knuckled grip on the toy. As Anna slid her hand over Samantha’s stomach, Samantha forgot how to think. Anna’s fingers calmly brushed past short blonde strands of hair and slid between Samantha’s legs with the complete confidence of a woman who knows she has the right to do whatever she wants with her lover. Samantha’s whole body jerked at the first touch of Anna’s hand to her pussy. Wet and ready, she was already on the verge of coming just from being allowed to lick her lover out. “Do you want to come, Samantha?” Anna whispered in her ear. Samantha nodded quickly. Laying her fingers against the back of Anna’s hand, she tried to press it more firmly against her mound. “No.” Samantha froze, even her heartbeat stalled at the reprimand.

“If we’re going to do this, then from now on, I’ll be the one who will control how and when you’ll be touched. And I’ll decide when you will and will not be allowed to come. Understand?” The ache between Samantha’s legs only intensified as those words hit the air. She offered Anna a jerky nod. “Speak up, darling,” Anna corrected. “Yes, Anna.” “Good.” Anna pressed a kiss against Samantha’s neck in apparent praise, no doubt leaving a smudge of lipstick in its wake. “From now on, you’ll need my permission to come. You’ll need my permission to play with yourself, too.” “Yes, Anna.” Her words were broken by a gasp as Anna slightly increased the pressure with which she was drawing gentle patterns around Samantha’s clit. “This part of you belongs to me now. You can take it back at any time—but only by telling me very clearly that that’s what you want.” Samantha shook her head. “The matter isn’t up for debate,” Anna told her, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re not going to hand over permanent ownership of any part of yourself to anyone after just one scene—not even to me.” Samantha tried to look over her shoulder, desperate to be able to see the expression in the other woman’s eyes. Anna promptly guided her to turn over, so they lay face to face. Bringing her arm down between them, Anna kept her hand on Samantha’s crotch. Even though her orgasm seemed far less important than ensuring the other woman’s interest in her continued, Samantha made no attempt to pull away from the touch. “I wouldn’t be taking very good care of you if I let you get carried away and make rash decisions, would I?” Anna pointed out. Samantha said nothing, merely tilting her head back and offering her lips to be kissed. Barely a fraction of a second later, she pulled back, not sure if she had any right to make such a request. But, apparently, even submissives were allowed to ask to be kissed, because Anna dipped her head and willingly brought their lips together. Slipping her tongue into Samantha’s mouth,

Anna slowly deepened the kiss. At the same time, she increased the speed of her ministrations to Samantha’s clit. Samantha pressed forward; helplessly rubbing her naked body against Anna’s halfclothed form. Tension filled every fiber of Samantha’s frame, building further and further until she was sure it would be impossible for Anna to force another ounce of it into her body. Just as Samantha was sure she was about to lose her mind, Anna broke the kiss. “Permission granted,” she whispered against Samantha’s lips. They were quite possibly the most beautiful words Samantha had ever heard. Her body jerked. Samantha’s lips parted, but no sound emerged as she bucked against Anna’s hand. No doubt there was still a club on the other side of the curtain and still a world outside the club, but everything ceased to exist for Samantha. Pure ecstasy pounded through her body like violent tremors through the earth’s crust. Everything in its way crumbled to dust, the landscape left in its wake never to be the same again. Reality only began to return when Anna shifted positions and wrapped her arms more snugly around Samantha’s body. Samantha blinked open her eyes to find Anna studying her carefully. Their gazes met, and Samantha found it impossible to look away. She was trapped, and she loved it. “From this moment, until you ask for permission to be released from my possession. You belong to me,” Anna whispered to her. “Do you understand?” Samantha swallowed rapidly, but when she spoke, her words were still hoarse and uncertain “And if I never ask?” she said “Then I’ll just have to keep you forever,” Anna said. “Won’t I?” Her lips twisted into a smile at the idea. Lightheaded with relief, Samantha was helpless to do anything other than follow her new dominant’s lead and smile back at her. Her first impressions had obviously been mistaken. The club wasn’t such a bad place to be a female submissive after all.

About the Author

Kim Dare is a twenty-eight year old, full time writer from Wales (UK). First published in December 2008, Kim has since released over fifty BDSM erotic romances. That means that well over one hundred characters have chattered away inside her head during that time—and that’s not even taking into account the fact that there are over three times that number of people clamoring in the wings for a chance to tell their stories. It’s no wonder she loses track of what’s happening in the “real” world at times… While Kim’s stories range over male/male, male/female and all kinds of ménage relationships and have included vampires, time travelers, shape-shifters and fairytale re-tellings, they all have three things in common—kink, love and a happy ending. Author loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.kimdare.com.

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