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Well, who could refuse such an intriguing invitation? Certainly not single, thirty-something Sarah who is longing to shake up her life in a big way.  

Unable to resist the promise of carnal pleasures, Sarah books the vacation of a lifetime at the elegant, country manor of Grayson Estate never imagining how far reality will outstrip her wildest fantasy.

**Please note that this is the first book in the "Carnal Pleasures" series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled "Dream A Carnal Dream - Carnal Pleasures Collection, Volume 1." The collection contains "Carnal Gardens," "Carnal Fountain," and "Carnal Dancing."

WARNING:  In this erotic short story (approximately 7,000 words in length), you'll enjoy self-stimulation, multiple partners, oral, and outdoor loving in hot, graphic detail. All between consenting adults, of course. Have fun :) .

EXCERPT:

“Remove your robe,” a disembodied male voice rumbled from the darkness. “No clothing is permitted beyond this point.”

Peering around, I sought the owner of that lovely, rumbling baritone, but saw only the vague outline of a tall body in the shadows between two of the torches. I hesitated a moment feeling both shy and a bit wicked at disrobing in front of someone I couldn't see. But when he didn't speak again, I unbelted the robe and let the silky material slide from my shoulders and pool at my feet. I felt terribly exposed as he remained silent, watching me. While I love how desirable I feel when a lover devours my body with their eyes, this unseen stranger's quiet regard made me self-conscious. Of their own nervous accord, my hands began to creep up to cover my private parts.

“Stop,” he ordered. “You have a beautiful body and I wish to enjoy it.” I saw the shadowy outline shift, but he remained outside the circle of light.

Show me yours and I'll show you mine, I couldn't help thinking, curious to know if the man's face and form were as delectable as his sexy voice. Still, this was all part of the fantasy, the foreplay to the main event, as it were, so I dropped my hands to my side and attempted to relax under his watchful gaze.

“Better, but not quite what I want. Touch yourself.” The soft words from out of the blackness shivered down my spine. “I wish to see what pleases you.”

Well, this was new. None of my previous lovers had elected to watch rather than participate in arousing me. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about pleasuring myself in front of this stranger, but something in his voice encouraged compliance, so I stroked my hands across my belly, over my ribs, and onto the soft swell of my breasts. My nipples were already perky and as I gently squeezed and massaged them into further hardness, I imagined my watcher's lips and tongue nibbling and sucking.

Those images, in turn, ignited a tingling interest in my groin and, without conscious thought, I moved one hand to stroke between my legs. I spread the silky wetness to my clit and began lightly rubbing the sensitized nub. My mental movie coupled with my body's arousal had me so enthralled that, when he spoke again, I started at the interruption.

“Very good,” he breathed in a voice roughened by lust. “Come closer and recline there.” He waved at a raised, stone platform with a well-padded top. With that brief gesture, his arm abandoned the shadows to reveal a muscled forearm sprinkled with dark hair. Long, slender fingers put me in mind of a musician or artist, and tantalized with sensuous images of touching and caressing. I was hungry to see the rest of him.

Crossing to the indicated lounger, I settled myself upon it, positioning my body so that, with legs spread, he had an unobstructed view. The desire I'd heard in his voice ignited a wantonness that both amazed and thrilled me. I continued to stroke my dripping slit, lightly swirling my finger around my clit, the tension building by the minute. Was he waiting for me to come? Would he show himself then?