Book of the Month: A Princess Bound - Naughty Fairy Tales Plus a Free Gift
on Aug 3, 2014
Enjoy 17 erotic stories in this compilation of titillating takes on traditional fairy tales. Plus, get a free vibrator with your copy of A Princess Bound: Naughty Fairy Tales for Women edited by Kristina Wright all month long.
For August, we chose a compilation of short erotic stories with an assortment of stories and twists on some familiar themes. A Princess Bound, edited by Kristina Wright is filled with naughty fairy tales written with a variety female readers in mind.
Pick up your copy with this month's erotic book deal and enjoy a free Lovehoney BASICS Lady Lustfinger Vibrator with every copy of A Princess Bound: Naughty Fairy Tales for Women edited by Kristina Wright. Read more below, including an excerpt from one of the sultry stories, and pick up your copy today!
"Wicked Sorcerers & Kinky Queens Deliver The Ultimate Bedtime Story"
In Kristina Wright's new anthology she takes on erotic romance fairy tales for the third time. This time around the fairy tales are naughtier and they all have a BDSM twist. The truth is fairy tales were born to be kinky - from beautiful queens tied up in knots by wicked sorcerers to a wide variety of naughty and nice scenarios. Pick up your copy of A Princess Bound: Naughty Fairy Tales for Women edited by Kristina Wright along with a free gift during August. Get ready to get lost in the fantasy.
Taking classic fairy tales that have a hint of sex and then exploding them with overt eroticism makes for a delectable, delicious and lustfully entertaining read. - BVS Reviews
Kristina Wright explains: "A Princess Bound is my third anthology of erotic fairy tales for Cleis Press, but it's the first one to feature a BDSM twist! All of the stories incorporate some element of BDSM and it makes for a very sexy collection of stories!
"I have always believed the fairy tale genre is filled with subtle and not-so-subtle kinky elements from bondage to blindfolds to whippings. It's all there, and when erotic romance authors start exploring the themes and drawing out the details, the stories become edgier, sexier and, yes, kinkier. My story in A Princess Bound is called "The Last Duchess" and English major geeks (like me) will recognize that it's not based on a fairy tale at all, but is a rather creative "sequel" to Robert Browning's poem "My Last Duchess," which in turn is loosely based on historical events. I added a bit of magic, some kink and a very sexy wizard, as well as a happy ending, to a poem that has always intrigued me."
Enjoy a Sneak Preview of A Princess Bound: Naughty Fairy Tales for Women. From the “The King’s Cousin” by Catherine Paulssen:
After a deep and dreamless sleep, Isabeau needed some moments to remind herself where she was. She didn’t have much time to contemplate, for a knock on her door, followed by the entry of a string of maidens, turned her mind to the preparations for the wedding celebration that would start that evening and last three days.
Isabeau soon felt at ease with her new maids who busied themselves preparing a perfumed bath and combing her hair, giggling good-naturedly at the way the kinked curls kept bouncing back. Persina was just helping her undress when the door opened without any warning or even a knock. Isabeau spun around, quickly covering her bare chest with her arms. “Lady Fallon!”
The maids stopped what they were doing, bowed their heads and made curtsies. “It is tradition that the female kin closest to the king have the privilege of preparing the bride for the ceremony,” Fallon explained. At the slightest nod of her head, the maids quickly scurried out of the room—all but Persina, who stood by her mistress.
Isabeau straightened herself up. “I thank you, Lady Fallon, but I have my maid to help me,” she said, trying to put as much dignity into her words as possible given that she was half naked.
“Do you want to insult me?” the lady demanded.
Isabeau blushed. “Of course not!”
“Leave,” Fallon commanded Persina. With a reassuring look toward her mistress, who nodded shortly, the maid vanished.
“Persina,” Isabeau began, “has been with me since the day I was—”
“Undress,” Fallon said, her tone almost as sharp as when she had addressed the servants.
Isabeau felt her cheeks grow hot. She squinted her eyes and looked straight into the other woman’s face, but it was a battle she was bound to lose. After several moments of tense silence, she gave in and stepped out of the nightgown that hung loosely around her waist. Fallon’s eyes glided over her body and eventually, she reached for the pendant that dangled from Isabeau’s neck on a golden chain. She opened it and studied the portrait inside.
“Your parents?” she asked and turned her eyes back to Isabeau’s face.
The princess nodded, yanked the amulet out of the strange woman’s hand, closed it and carefully placed it on the small table next to her. She felt completely bare now.
Without a word, she stepped into the steaming water, glad that it at least partially covered her. To her surprise, Fallon knelt down next to the tub and grabbed a sponge, which she proceeded to dip into the water and then run over Isabeau’s back. The hot water would have relaxed the princess had it not been for Fallon’s presence. To distract herself from the strangeness of the situation, she focused on a string of black pearls that adorned the lady’s slim neck and plunged into the deep well of her cleavage. “Did you know your parents?” she asked shyly.
“No,” Fallon said shortly. She reached around Isabeau and began stroking her upper body with the sponge. Her wrist brushed against Isabeau’s skin, leaving warm sizzles in its wake. Fallon’s slender hands touched her in a way Persina’s never had. They aroused sensations unknown and so overwhelming she wondered if they were conjured up by her imagination or maybe even without her will. She remembered the king’s words about Fallon’s upbringing, and the way the woman’s hands flew over her skin, the lightness and delicacy of her touch, convinced her that the king’s cousin must indeed be the offspring of invisible fairies.
Driven by curiosity and something hidden very deep inside her, a feeling she couldn’t name, Isabeau arched her back. As if she had been expecting this, Fallon tended to the round breasts that now poked out of the water. Her bathing felt like a caress. Isabeau’s nipples hardened, and for a moment, she wonderedhow it would feel if it were her fingers instead of the sponge circling her skin. The sheer thought and the fear that Fallon could read it made her want to die in shame. She peeked at Fallon’s face, but the onyx surface of her eyes remained unperturbed. Nevertheless, Isabeau tried to hide her enlarged nipples as inconspicuously as possible.
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