Heather Kinnane
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Author of bite-sized steamy romance and erotica. She/Her. For longer works check out my website: http:heatherkinnane.com/books. And if you like my work, buy me a coffee and help fuel the stories: https://ko-fi.com/heatherkinnane
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Forbidden Desire
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” The young woman behind the screen had a sweet voice, familiar somehow. “And how have you sinned, my child?” The Bishop was young for his post, newly appointed to such a high rank, and was proud of his position.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Leaving His Mark
“The written word is exotic.” His breath was hot in my ear as he traced words on my back with the barest touch of a finger. “There is magic in writing. Words have power. Why else did the magic-makers of old know their letters, and no one else, hmm?”
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
A Submissive Side
“Ask a man to build you some steps for the back door and twelve months later it’s still not done. Casually mention you’d like him to tie you up and dominate you and he’s turned the shed into a BDSM dungeon within the hour!” Lara handed Miriam her cup of tea.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
How to Please a Goddess
The press of his feet vibrated through the Earth. He walked carefully, aware of his surroundings. A shiver of desire travelled Etain’s spine as she caught his scent on the wind and she wondered how his bare skin would feel beneath her lips.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Sally Loves Cock
Sally loved cocks. She loved the way they pulsed to life under her touch, from some sort of soft vulnerable creature to something hard, proud and strong. She loved the paradox of a cock — that no matter how hard it got, it was still encased by the silkiest of soft skin. She loved the way the veins stood out; she loved tracing them with her finger, seeing how the softest of her touches could excite a man.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Mile High
“…the seatbelt sign has now been switched off; you are free to walk around the cabin…” Macy undid her belt, shifting in her seat so she could get closer to her husband. “You know what I’d like to do right now?” she whispered directly into Sandy’s ear, keeping her voice soft and low to pull his attention from the Captain’s message.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Shared Sexual Fantasies
The doorbell rang, and Stella glanced at the clock; 2 pm, she had a few hours yet. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, though it did little to quell the rising nerves. She was about to do something she’d never believed she would, and now excitement mixed with terror. What if she hated it?
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Horny Mumma
Bronte admired her figure in the bathroom’s full length mirror. The maternity lingerie supported her full breasts, already producing the colostrum ready for her baby’s imminent arrival into the world. The underwear wrapped around her buttocks and lower tummy comfortably. The set made Bronte feel even more the amazing goddess than she had felt already. The first few months had been difficult as morning sickness and constant fatigue wracked her body, making anything other than sleeping difficult; but since the beginning of that magical second trimester Bronte had felt an energy and glow about herself, a sense of awe at the amazing ability of her body to create life. And to her husband’s pleasure, her libido had increased when so many warned it would fade.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Forgotten Pleasure
Katie giggled at the images on the screen: well-muscled men with massive cocks pounding the flesh of thin, young women. Katie found the poor acting and non-existent plot amusing, so she was surprised to find herself aroused by what she saw. This was the first time she’d looked through Chad’s adult collection. Unlike her friends, Katie didn’t begrudge her husband his porn. To say her libido had dropped after her children were born was an understatement. Chad had given up asking a long time ago; he needed an outlet.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Bath Date
The water was warm around Sasha’s body. She sighed, inhaling the rose scented steam escaping from the bubbles. She listened for the crunch of tyres on gravel, a key turned in a lock, familiar footsteps across the floorboards. He was late… or perhaps she was early. She shrugged. She couldn’t remember exactly whether she’d said 7 or 7:30, but once the tub was full of bubbles she hadn’t wanted to waste them, waiting only long enough to pour two glasses of bubbles of the alcoholic variety before removing her clothes and sliding into the luxuriating warmth.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
