Jens Kuhn Fiction

New book project

2012-01-09T11:27:00.000-08:00

It has been a long time since I updated this blog, sorry about that. But the fact is, due to moving country and house, a new day job and other commitments, I did have neither time nor inspiration for more than the occasional filthy story. Until last week. Suddenly it feels like there is a new novel taking shape in my head. This will be a slow process, I am afraid, as I am still very busy with other stuff and only will have the odd hour to spare for this project.

Nonetheless, it feels good to have a new book project, a basic story that is complete in my head and will hopefully become an entertaining novel. I won't say too much about it for now, but being who I am, there will still be plenty of salacious bits and, even this time, an element of the supernatural. No vampires though and, most probably no boats - which is a first.

So stay tuned and be patient and I'll gradually update you on what's happening, here, on my facebook page and on goodreads.

The Contest now on Etherbooks

2011-08-19T12:15:00.000-07:00

Happy to announce that Etherbooks has published another of my filthy stories "The Contest". It's not on yet, but will be soon. Download the etherbooks app here.

Etherbooks publishes "The Birthday Present"

2011-08-08T05:14:00.000-07:00

Talking about filthy stories, I completely forgot to mention that Etherbooks has published another of my stories, The Birthday Present. It's available in their iPhone app. So if you haven't done so before, check out the ether app to find loads of quality stories in all kinds of genres, not only erotica.

The View

2011-08-08T04:16:00.000-07:00

A desk with a view at last. After several months with the company Nick had finally achieved a promotion. Not that he was particularly bothered about the new title or the somewhat higher salary - that came at the price of longer working hours and more responsibility, neither of which was something Nick desired. But at least he did not have to stare at a concrete wall any longer when he lifted his eyes from the flickering screen in front of him.

Instead he now had a window. A view. Well, perhaps not the most exciting view he could imagine, but a view nonetheless. His office was on the fifth floor of the building, which was situated on a quite narrow street. If he stood up and leaned forward, he could look down and see cars parked on the opposite side of it, and people walking on the pavement. An office building just like the one he was in completed the view. Sitting down, of course, he could see much less. A row of office windows just like his own. Quite big windows, all the way from the floor and almost to the ceiling. Desks, backsides of computer monitors, the occasional face peering up over the grey office equipment. And the occasional pair of trousered legs.

Amazingly it took him three days to notice the particular legs behind the glass just opposite him. Perhaps it was because it had finally started to get a little warmer, summer being late as usual. Or perhaps it was because they were contrasting so nicely against the black skirt. Nick had always fancied women with creamy pale skin, and this pair of legs was particularly lovely.

Craning his neck he tried to make out more of the woman to whom they belonged. There wasn't much to see though. Her monitor concealed all of her upper body, except her hair, which was brownish and quite short. He frowned. He didn't normally fancy short haired girls. But perhaps, if they had legs like this one, he could make an exception.

He almost laughed out loud, then looked at his watch. It had been a long day and soon it would be dark. No wonder his exhausted brain started to fantasise about a woman he couldn't even see properly. Still. Closing his eyes he tried to imagine what her face would look like. How big her breasts were. Would her nipples be small or big? How sensitive would they be and what would her face look like if he took one of them into his mouth. Would she like it? Would she moan softly or cry out loud? Nick shifted in his chair, suddenly aware of his trousers becoming uncomfortably small. He looked around. Fortunately most if his colleagues had already left, in fact the last one was just waving goodbye. They were used to him staying late these days.

Nick sighed and looked out of the window. He gasped as in that instance the lights in the opposite building came on, illuminating not only the same beautiful legs, but also a par of bare arms in the same creamy colour, plus a pair of small pale hands with fingernails painted in a sexy dark shade. The arms and hands were gripping the monitor, moving it, tilting it and oh, he could see her face now, peering over the monitor as she leaned to look at something behind it.

Her face was round and pretty, its shape emphasised by the bobish haircut which he still didn't like, but he sort of could see why she got it. It made her look more sweetly innocent, contrasting deliciously against the most kissable mouth he had ever seen. His groin felt all hot as he imagined kissing these lips, touching them with his fingers or, yes with the tip of this cock.

It was then that he looked into her eyes. They were deliciously light and bright, almost glowing at him and he realised then that she had seen him too, was looking at him and that she knew exactly what he was thinking. She smiled.

Nick swallowed and felt himself blush. Yet he could not take his eyes off her as she now slowly moved the monitor aside, letting him see her upper body. She wore a short sleeved top with a low collar that seemed too small to hide her generous cleavage. There also was a glimpse of white skin between it and her skirt.

Trying for encouragingly, but failing, Nick smiled shyly at the sexy apparition in the window across the street. It didn't matter though, as the woman seemed to be sufficiently encouraged by his reaction anyway. She lifted one hand and slowly, very slowly slid one finger into her mouth. Still holding his gaze with her gorgeous dazzling big eyes she released her finger and pointed it directly at him. Nick wriggled in his chair, his trousers now having become definitely far too small. He wondered if he could take it out or if that would scare her away. Would it be too much, too quickly? Women like it slowly or so he had been told. But did that really apply to all of them? This one didn't seem very slow.

She had two fingers in that delicious mouth of hers now. With her lips still slightly parted, he could see the tip of her little pink tongue caress her fingers, licking over them, between them. Nick involuntarily put his left hand between his leg, feeling his stiffness throb, almost hurting, wanting to be released, wanting to be touched.

As he did so, he saw her other hand slide down over the fabric of her top, slowly over the generous roundness of her breast, slowly down until it reached the creamy skin of her belly. There it rested for a moment, as if hesitating, before three fingers slid under the edge of her skirt. Her thumb fumbled, then the button was undone, the zip moved, the fabric loosened and then her hand disappeared. Nick gasped as her other hand came down, lifting her skirt to give her legs room to part. And part they did, wide enough for him to see her other hand and a couple of fingers playing with the edge of a pair of red pants. They were just at the edge, sliding behind the fabric only a little, but enough for him to feel his heart beat faster, more heavily. He wanted those pants gone, wanted to see what lay behind them, feel it, taste it. In fact, he wanted all those clothes gone, wanted to see her naked, touch her, press his body against her naked flesh, hard, wanted her to feel his weight on her as he entered her, filled her completely.

Nick couldn't bear it any longer. He unbuttoned his trousers, and, sliding down a little on his chair, pulled them down, taking his pants with him in the process. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it slowly. He looked up at her hesitatingly. And gasped, tightening his grip as he saw the expression on her face. Her eyes were wide and full of desire, so much so he could feel it in his body despite the distance and two glass panes between them.

The woman smiled and slid the hand that had been resting on her belly upwards, taking the her top with her, exposing more skin and a pair of big breasts held in place by a red lacy bra. Nick opened his mouth, silently wording what he wanted, needed: more skin, less clothes. Take it off! He stroked his cock faster, wishing her clothes off and himself there on the other side of the street, in that other building, so he could feel her and smell her. He wondered how her skin would taste, wanted to lick, drink the wetness of her cunt.

The woman removed her other hand from her crotch, pulling her top over her head. Leaning forward, she unhooked her bra, exposing two gorgeous heavy breasts with dark big nipples. She lifted her bum and pulled her pants down, leaving only the skirt on. Then her hand was back between her legs, fingers now parting her lower lips, exposing glittering moist flesh. Her other arm was across her chest, lifting one breast with her lower arm, while her hand took a fast grip around her other breast, squeezing it, pulling at her erect nipple, rolling it between her fingers.

Nick only wished it was his mouth and teeth that did it. He worked away frantically at his cock, watching her every move with wide and eager eyes. Her fingers down below were glistening wet as they stroked her clit eagerly, sometimes gliding into her cunt, sometimes even venturing as far south as her anus.

Nick was close now. He wanted to thrust himself over her, into her, make her delicious body cum all around him and cover her in his own cum afterwards. He wanted to watch her face closely as she let go all control and let her body, her lust and her need take over. And he saw it, he saw her hands clutch her breast, her fingers crush her nipple, the wet fingers of her other hand rub away at her swollen cunt. And he saw her face, saw her eyes and her mouth and he saw her body convulse as she came and then he saw her smile as he exploded and warm jizz squirted all over his desk.

Exhausted he leaned back into his chair and smiled as she blew him a kiss. Then the blinds on the other side of the street went down.

Gunboat Number 14 hits 1000 downloads

2011-06-20T11:34:00.000-07:00

Now even my first book has hit 1000 downloads on Smashwords, a couple of months after the sequel, Miss Anna's Frigate. Very nice. Hopefully you're all enjoying the read. And regardless whether you have or not, please consider writing a review, on Smashwords, or on Amazon (or even as a comment here).

Ether Books Publishes The Ferry Ride

2011-06-17T11:51:00.000-07:00

I am very happy to announce that Ether books have decided to publish "The Ferry Ride". If you own a mobile device that supports their app, you can read the story for free during the next two week's promotional period. After that, the price will be 58p.

If you haven't done so before, check out the ether app to find loads of quality stories in all kinds of genres.

Miss Anna for free on Kindle

2011-05-11T12:34:00.000-07:00

Miss Anna's Frigate is now available for free in the Amazon.com Kindle store. It's a Limited offer by Amazon, I believe and I have no idea how long it will be free.

For those of you who have missed this book, here is the blurb:

In the early months of 1809 a British frigate is trapped in the ice of the Baltic Sea. While Sweden's war against Russia continues and Stockholm itself is threatened by invasion, several groups plot against the unsucessful king.

Female spy and adventuress Anna Wetterstrand had hoped for a quiet winter together with her beloved Eric. But now the unforeseen events force her to take action and question her loyalties and love. Will she be able to save the king - and herself?

The Contest

2011-04-25T12:16:00.000-07:00

“Go on then,” she said, trying to sound cheeky. The fact was, she wasn’t feeling very cheeky at all at the moment, rather hot and sweaty and quite a little nervous. Still, she parted her legs invitingly, feeling the fabric of the thin dress glide up over her thighs. Cool air hit her delicate parts, making her gasp a little. For the wrong reason, surely, but the three men standing around the sofa on which she was half-lying didn’t know that, did they? They must be even hotter, she thought, considering they were fully dressed in jeans, t-shirts and one of them, even a jacket. Well, that would come off soon enough, she was sure.

It had all started at the pub the week-end before. Obviously they had all had too much to drink, and the conversation had, as it so often did, come to sex. The three male friends of hers had been discussing how to best orally pleasure a woman. At first, she had been sat listening, smiling to herself, a little amused by what she thought were men boasting about things they mostly had seen in porno films but not done very much themselves. Apparently she had been smiling a little too much, shown a little too obviously what she had been thinking. Because suddenly, the conversation had stopped and Ben, the dark-haired, short but quite handsome crane driver had asked her if she found their talk amusing. Did she not believe they were capable of pleasing a woman with their mouth and their tongues. Would she, perhaps, be interested in finding out?

Of course, it was the drinks that had made her smile widen and her saying that, indeed, she might, at some point, be interested in finding out which of her friends could make her come most easily. Using only their mouths, lips and teeth. No hands permitted - and no other body parts either.

It was Ben, now, a week later in her apartment, who would be first, it being all his fault. He went down on his knees and moved in between her legs. She felt his cheeks against the insides of her thighs as he pushed forward, parting her legs more. He has quite a big head, she thought, before she felt his mouth touch her, and his tongue glide in between her lower lips. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he started to explore her, a little too quickly, perhaps a little too hard, yes, quite hard actually. She gasped as his tongue touched her spot, swirling around it like a miniature version of an ice cream cone. But the longer he carried on, the longer his hot mouth pressed against her wetness, the more she wanted him to press even harder. She moaned louder and pressed her body down into his face, her hands in his hair, holding his head where she wanted it, starting to lightly rotate her lower body around him to get the sensation where she wanted it, needed it.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she felt his teeth press against her, he was actually nibbling now, actually eating her, actually making her come right now. She cried out as the waves crashed over her, digging her fingers into his skin, pressing his head so hard into her that he surely must have no way of breathing.

She let go, gasping and panting. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the men in front of her. Ben was still on his knees, a little further back now, looking at her intensely, his eyes dark with desire. The other two men stood as before, but their mouths were open and their eyes held the same darker colour as Ben’s.

She tried to smile. “So who is next?”

John stepped forward. He was tall and thin and light-skinned and had almost white hair. Very little of it, too. She had always fancied him a little, and in a way he was one of the reasons she actually had agreed to this contest. She had always wondered how it would be to have sex with him.

As he went down, his eyes were on hers. His gaze never left her face until his mouth touched her delights. Even then, as his tongue probed her moistness, he was still looking at her. Oh no, she thought, this isn’t going to work. She closed her eyes, feeling his tongue press harder against her. But it was only his tongue that did the work, and it did it quite lightly. She could feel his lips, sometimes, but they were just resting against her flesh, not actually doing anything. In a way this was arousing, teasing, but it would have been better if he had been the first. After having come already, she wanted it harder, wanted to feel more.

She opened her eyes. His gaze was still on her face, and the desire and admiration she saw in his face made her already flushed cheeks blush deeper. A hot bolt of pleasure soared through her then, as if all of his affection for her was channeled through his mouth and right into her. Deep into her. She almost felt penetrated and at this moment she wanted nothing more to have him deep inside her. Or his fingers. Anything of his, if only this emptiness would go away and she’d be filled. “Oh please,” she moaned incoherently and closed her eyes again, starting to see images of his big erect cock just about to enter her, any moment now. “Harder, please,” she cried and John pressed his face into her then, and pushed his tongue into her opening, amazingly deeply actually, she had time to reflect before it was back on her spot, pressing against it, no, not his tongue, all of him was pressing against it and oh if he only could put something inside her. Then she came, her thighs closing instinctively, almost crushing his little head between them.

She only let go slowly, as the waves ebbed away and she was lying panting, feeling the sweat inside her dress, making it stick to her skin.

Pete was last. He always was, being the most hesitant of the three friends. He was also the shyest. But now he advanced, having been waiting so long he looked aroused enough to appear almost a little threatening. She shivered at the thought. Perhaps that was exactly what she needed now. She lifted her hands and slowly slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, further, fingers under the fabric of her dress, exposing her breasts. Pete stopped his advance for a second, eyes fixed on her bosom. He lifted his hand, hesitated.

“Only your mouth, remember?” she teased, and Pete obliged, he leaned forward and opened his mouth, lowering himself towards her right breast. Her nipple stiffened in his mouth. Feeling his teeth softly close on it, she gasped. That wasn’t exactly where he was to touch her, was it? Was this still within the rules? She opened her eyes and looked at the other two men, who were standing close, watching, smiling. Was that a mischievous smile? Was there anything she had missed?

Pete’s mouth moving south, quickly distracted that line of thought. He was kissing, nibbling his way towards where he should have been in the first place. Good. But what were his hands doing there, pulling her dress out of the way? The fabric was now rolled up into a little sausage covering no more than the upper part of her belly. And his mouth navigated over the obstacle effortlessly, now kissing her bellybutton. She felt his tongue probing it, licking its hollow, sending a shiver right down towards her pleasure. This was taking too long.

“Do it!” she gasped, putting her hands on Pete’s head and pushing him firmly down into her moistness. His tongue finally touched her sensitive spot, his lips closed around it and he sucked softly. Then harder. She arched her back, thrusting herself onto him, grinding herself into his face, while holding his head firmly in place with her hands. She didn’t care whether she was hurting him or if he could breathe at all, she only cared about the sensations that he sent through her, into her and she moaned louder and pressed harder until she came again.

She let go of the man’s head between her legs and fell back into the sofa, panting. Smiling. As her breathing gradually slowed, she opened her eyes. The three men stood in a half circle around her, watching her, smiling. What now, she suddenly thought. Were they waiting for a verdict? Or were they going to fuck her? The thought suddenly crossed her mind that she hadn’t thought this through properly at all. Here she was, more or less naked, having been pleasured by three men, having come three times, and those men, well, would they not be terribly aroused by all this? Would they just stand back now in order to academically discuss the outcome of the contest? Would she even want them to?

“I...,” she started, suddenly feeling shy and exposed. She moved her arms towards her dress.

“Don’t!” Ben stepped around the sofa, quickly grabbing her wrists from behind the sofa, holding her arms back. “It’s not over yet.” He nodded at the other two men. John and Pete stepped towards her and went down on their knees, putting their hands on each one of her thighs. Simultaneously, they lowered their heads and started kissing her thighs, Pete concentrating on the area around her knee, while John worked his way towards her moist delights again. She gasped as he reached her moistness, licking and sucking away at it hungrily. Not sure what this is about, she thought before an intense wave of pleasure made her moan again and close her eyes. She felt Ben’s hands firmly on her wrists, a surprisingly satisfying sensation at the moment, and Pete, now kissing away at her ankles and feet. But most of all, she felt Johns mouth, his tongue and teeth and she felt that now, the second time, he was better, had learned from his first exploration of her and knew what he was doing. Yes, he definitely knew, she thought as she came again, intensely and almost painfully. She was still panting heavily, the waves barely having started to recede as another mouth was on her, working hard, taking her right back up to the building up of another orgasm, before the last one had even properly ebbed away. She started to feel as if she didn’t have any control over her body anymore, as if it was living for itself, for the orgasms that were ripping through her. She felt her back arch, her hands clutch hard at whatever there was at hand, the sofa, or was it someone’s skin? She was vaguely aware that Ben wasn’t holding her wrists anymore, but she couldn’t tell if it was his mouth that was on her now, if it was hips lips, tongue and teeth that now almost hurt as she became more and more sensitive, but that still made her come, again and again. She felt other mouths, on her nipples, her neck, everywhere, and she moaned and screamed and finally croaked, her throat parched and her heart beating fast and hard. And she still came, her body still convulsed around the stimulating moist pressure on her sensitive spots, almost fainting now, but still coming.

Then it stopped. She lay panting and wet from sweat, her own moisture and that from the three men’s mouths. She opened her eyes slowly. Having no idea what to say, she opened her mouth, but closed it again without having uttered a word.

The three men were sitting around her, smiling. Ben spoke first. “We had to stop...”

“Why?” she croaked.

“Well,” Pete said. “You wouldn’t have asked us to stop, would you?”

She considered this. “I suppose I would have, if it’d started to hurt. But I think I’d have fainted first.”

Ben laughed. “I was afraid you might. Sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry, guys.”

“Well, but we are. You see, we tricked you. The contest was never about which one of us was best.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No, it was about how often you would be able to come. Ever since you mentioned you were multi-orgasmic, we have been wondering.”

Now she laughed, too. “Oh you mischievous lot. But now you didn’t get your answer after all.”

John looked at her. “Not yet.”

She gasped.

Grattis Anna! (Congratulations Miss Anna)

2011-03-31T11:58:00.000-07:00

I just noticed that my second novel, Miss Anna's Frigate has hit 1000 downloads on Smashwords. It also happens that the book was published there just about one year ago, the 26th of March 2010.

Obviously, this feels great. Only one thing could make it feel yet better, and that would be if a couple more of all those readers would tell me how they liked the book. Either by writing a review on Amazon or Smashwords. Or by commenting here.

So - if you have read Miss Anna - how did you like it?

Gripsholm sequel?

2011-03-17T13:14:00.000-07:00

I've been repeatedly asked if there will be a sequel to The Gripsholm Mystery. Apparently enough people have been sufficiently intrigued with succubus vampire Antonia Correlli that they want to read more about her. Which is of course very flattering (for her, obviously).

So, I have started to think about a sequel and am now happy to announce that I've come up with a setting and a very rough idea for a story. In fact, I've written the epilogue and parts of the first chapter. It's going very slowly though, so don't expect anything too soon.

I can, however, reveal that the setting is full of water, despite it is right in a city. It's also set 300 years earlier than The Gripsholm Mystery. So stay tuned.

Gripsholm guest post and book giveaway!

2011-02-20T07:55:00.000-08:00

On February 24th, The Gripsholm Mystery will feature on Patricia's Vampire Notes, a well known blog that promotes and reviews Paranormal Romance. Readers will also get the chance to win a paperback copy of the book. So stay tuned and don't miss this opportunity. Take a look at her blog, already now it's well worth a read.

The Need II

2011-01-21T06:38:00.001-08:00

She felt it again half-way through the flight. In a way this was surprising. During the last few hours' train ride and wait at the airport she had only used her bullet once, in the airport toilet. Perhaps she was tired, or the excitement of flying lessened her urge somewhat. Well, tiredness normally didn't do that, she contemplated, rather it had the opposite effect. It was as if her body needed to relax properly in order to get to sleep. And in order to relax properly she needed to come. Preferably a few times. Preferably so often that she felt completely exhausted. That was when she slept best.

No, this didn't help. Thinking of being so thoroughly fucked through, of coming lots of times in all sorts of positions and in all sorts of ways definitely didn't make her need to come any less. In fact, she couldn't wait another minute. But there was a problem. Several problems rather. For starters, there was a huge queue for the aeroplane's toilets. She was also on a window seat with two more seats between her and the aisle. Only one of the seats were taken though, the one closer to the aisle, leaving the seat between her and him empty. Because it was a man.

He was in his forties, she guessed, quite tall and trim with dark hair. Quite attractive actually, judging from his profile. She looked at his hands. He was holding a book and while he was reading, the thumb of his left hand moved over the edge of the pages slowly. For a few seconds she was mesmerised by that thumb, gently stroking the paper. She thought of that thumb moving exactly the same way over her clit, softly but persistently stroking, rubbing...

She felt very wet. While still looking at the man next to her, she moved her right hand down to her handbag, feeling for the bullet. She was in a hurry now, swearing inwardly as she didn't immediately find the desired device. Finally finding it, she closed her fist around it and retracted her hand. Moved it upwards over her leg, fist still closed. Once past her knee, she opened her hand, keeping the vibrator between it and her thigh. Slowly rolling it towards the edge of her skirt.

Looking closely at the man next to her, she moved her hand, bullet and all, under her skirt. Wriggling, she turned towards the window slightly, hopefully obscuring his view. Her hand was closer now, the cold tip of the bullet touching the bare flesh above her stockings. She wished that she had left her pants off. Now she would have to work around them instead. She pressed her thighs together to keep the bullet steady and twisted the handle with her hand, switching it on. The bullet buzzed into life, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. There wasn't much point in taking it slowly now, she thought and moved the bullet towards her wetness. Slipped it inside her pants, pressing it into place with two of her fingers. A third finger probed her wet opening, sliding in the tiny bit it could what with pants and this awkward position making it too hard to do anything more. She sighed and tried to relax, to concentrate on the lovely feeling on her clit.

Sinking back into her seat she involuntarily arched her back, pressing her lower parts forward, against the bullet, against her hand and towards the sweet relief she so desperately needed. She closed her eyes and thought of the man next to her. She imagined him having stopped reading his book. Instead he was watching her secretly, knowing exactly what she was doing, and enjoying it. She imagined his gaze locked onto her face, studying every little change of her expression as she slowly climbed towards her climax. She imagined his gaze wandering downwards, ligering over her breasts, down over her stomach and into her lap, knowing what her hand was doing under that skirt. She imagined him watching her and loving it. She imagined him wanting to touch her, to kiss her, to help her to her relief, but also to relieve himself on her, over her and into her.

She moaned softly. It was close now, she felt the first waves building inside her, felt them becoming bigger, starting to foam, almost break. Almost.

Suddenly the bullet stopped, leaving her hanging close to orgasm, so close. She almost felt pain. Exhaling in a muffled cry she pressed the damned thing harder against her, twisted it and turned it, but it would no longer buzz. She moaned in despair, moving the thing around her clit, trying to thrust her finger deeper inside. But the waves receded relentlessly.

She gasped as she felt a soft, sweet breath against her cheek. Turning her head, she opened her eyes. There was the man, now in the seat next to her, his face only inches from hers. He smiled. "Please, let me help you."
She just closed her eyes and sighed, nodding lightly. But it was enough, and his lips found the skin of her face, found her moist lips. So sweet, so hungry. And there was his hand, moving up her thigh eagerly, not hesitating at all, gliding under her skirt as if it belonged there. And it did. His hand was bigger than hers, she had to part her legs more, letting the skirt glide up. His hand was big and warm and his fingers were long and soft and they found her, glided into her pants, into her moistness and into her. Two fingers now, deep inside her, touching her so intensely, making her moan loudly. Then she forgot everyting. There was only his hand, his fingers pressing against her insides, touching her exactly right, while the palm of his hand enclosed her clit, rubbed it and there was only warmth, heat and wetness and then more of it and yet more and then she exploded, shaking, almost crying out loud.

She sank back into her seat, her body shaking, his fingers still inside her. Still now, but very much still inside her. She opened her eyes and spoke in a low voice. "Do you do this often?"
He smiled. "This is the first time. But I think I might get used to it."
"Oh!" She moaned as he started to move his fingers again.

Miss Anna Hits 800 Downloads

2011-01-11T05:39:00.000-08:00

The ebook version of Miss Anna's Frigate has hit 800 downloads on Smashwords. The book is there available for free. Miss Anna's Frigate is the story of adventuress Anna Wetterstrand in the winter of 1809 when Sweden was at war with Russia. Containing sea battles, icy sleigh rides and romance in a hot sauna, this book has something for everyone.

Miss Anna is available as ebook on Smashwords and through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple and Sony.
A paperback print version is available on Amazon.

Short story competition entry

2011-01-06T12:19:00.000-08:00

Well, I did it. I sent one of my dirty stories to this erotic short fiction competition. It's not one of those published here, but if I don't win I'll give it a second chance here. But first lets hope I'll win. Oh and yes, it has boats in it. ;)

In other news there have been more positive reviews of The Gripsholm Mystery, both on Amazon and Goodreads. Thank you!

The need

2010-12-02T09:18:00.000-08:00

No! Not again, she thought. This was really not the right moment to have one of her peculiarities. Not in a railway station in the middle of rush hour. She walked more slowly to get a better view of her surroundings. Immediately people behind her started bumping into her, some of them swearing loudly.

“Calm down!” she shouted, her face now flushed with both anger and need. The need that was burning in her body like a hot liquid. The need that she could never deny. She had tried once and it had ended with her being restrained in an ambulance, paramedics holding her down, while she desperately tried to rub her delicate parts against the metal frame of the stretcher. No, she couldn't let it go that far, never again.

Slowly she made her way to the right of the corridor where she knew the toilets were. Closer to the wall the steady current of stressed travellers was a little weaker. She leaned against the wall for a minute to catch her breath. The concrete felt nice and cool against her back. She wore a thin summer dress with quite a low cut back, and pressing her shoulders against the wall she could feel the coolness against the skin. It was not enough though, only a temporary respite. She needed to be alone, and she needed it soon.

She moved further along the wall. There they were, twenty yards ahead. The doors leading to the toilets. She took a deep breath and quickened her pace. Almost there now. Suddenly she stopped and her eyes went wide. Her heart pounding she put her hand on the door handle, unwilling to accept what she already knew. After all the sign announced it clearly enough. 'Sorry, closed for cleaning.'

She felt her heart pounding against her chest. Needed to stay calm, to think clearly. She couldn't wait much longer, and there being no immediate alternative for privacy, there was only one thing she could do. She felt her heart beat yet faster, her breath increasing to a heavy panting. And that was only from the thought of what she would have to do. She blinked, trying to think all the people around her away. Trying to imagine herself alone. If she just ignored them they might just as well not be there.

She put her hand into her handbag, searching for the tiny piece of machinery that would give her release. It felt cool against her fingers as she first touched it, but quickly became warmer. No point in waiting any longer now. Twisting her fingers expertly, she turned it on, feeling the soft but persistent vibrations in her hand. She pulled the bullet out of the handbag and slid it under her dress. Her eyes closed, she felt it move up her inner thigh until it touched the edge of her pants. Biting her lip to suppress a moan, she let it slide underneath the fabric. As the vibrating tip touched the moisture of her lower lips her knees almost buckled with the sensation. Dropping her handbag onto the floor, her other hand moved towards her centre, sliding under the dress, two fingers inside her underwear, while the others rested on the lowest part of her belly.

She was so wet now. Wet with need and desire and wet with sweat trickling down all the way from her neck, between her breasts and over her belly. The bullet was slowly making progress towards her most delicate spot, while other fingers found their way inside her. And she was alone now. Nothing else existed except herself and the needs of her body. She pressed the bullet harder against her most delicate spot and now she gasped, everything else forgotten. No, not entirely forgotten. A part of her still knew, but even that part did not care. Had she opened her eyes she would have seen people standing in a semi-circle around her. Or not. But she did not care either way. Unless, of course, those people would contribute something useful to her ordeal. Like touching her or sucking on her nipples. Ripping her clothes off and taking her right there and then in every hole she possessed. As long as they made her come, and made her come quickly. Surely that wasn't too much to ask? Helping a girl in need? A damsel in distress? She thrust her fingers deeper inside her, pressed the vibrating piece of metal harder against her sensitive spot. There it was. Finally. She groaned as the hot liquid inside her started to pour where it belonged, filled her where she needed to be filled and then she was there and she screamed and came, came hard and long. She sank down to the ground, exhausted, but relieved.

Then she opened her eyes.

Special offer for snowy Britain: Miss Anna discount

2010-12-02T03:45:00.000-08:00

Snowed in in the UK? Want to read a book about a cold snowy adventure that takes your mind off the misery? - Miss Anna's Frigate, 50% off limited offer. Only £6. Get it now! http://ow.ly/3i1st

More about the book:

In the early months of 1809 a British frigate is trapped in the ice of the Baltic Sea. While Sweden's war against Russia continues and Stockholm itself is threatened by invasion, several groups plot against the unsucessful king.

Female spy and adventuress Anna Wetterstrand had hoped for a quiet winter together with her beloved Eric. But now the unforeseen events force her to take action and question her loyalties and love. Will she be able to save the king - and herself?

Ebooks made easy

2010-12-02T03:41:00.000-08:00

I've been asked several times if it is difficult to publish an e-book. The simple answer is no. If you can write a book, you can publish an e-book. In fact, you can publish a print book as well, but that does require some more skills in the formatting and design department in order to look good.
But in the case of e-books, it's really just text. The only thing that's needed except the book itself as a word processor file is a nice cover.
If you want to try publishing an e-book at absolutely no cost, Smashwords is a great place to start. Here's some more information:

Introduction to Smashwords - Ebook Publishing and Distribution Made Easy

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Gripsholm and Gunboat: Limited offer

2010-11-15T09:59:00.000-08:00

As a limited offer you can now buy The Gripsholm Mystery for only £6 (ordinary price £9.95) and Gunboat Number 14 fo £5 (ordinary price £11.39) Order through Amazon.co.uk Marketplace, see links below.

The Gripsholm Mystery £6.00
Gunboat Number 14 £5.00

Gripsholm: First Amazon Review

2010-11-09T03:55:00.000-08:00

I received my first review on Amazon for The Gripsholm Mystery, by none less than Derek Haines. Here it is (republished with his kind permission).

"Although I'm not normally a reader of paranormal novels, Jens Kuhn took a very different approach with The Gripsholm Mystery, and kept my interest fully. The accuracy of the historical sea faring story line is not overpowered by a lot of hocus pocus. Instead, Jens Kuhn adds a sensitive and magical touch to his World War 1 sea adventure. A most enjoyable read and one that crosses the boundaries of fantasy, paranormal and historical fiction very well indeed."

Gripsholm at Amazon UK

2010-11-08T05:57:00.000-08:00

The Gripsholm Mystery is now available through Amazon UK as well. Get your copy quicker if you live in Europe (and with free delivery within the UK).

Kindle edition at Amazon.com

2010-11-04T02:23:00.000-07:00

Amazon.com has finally published the Kindle edition of "The Gripsholm Mystery", although at a higher price than Smashwords. Still, if you prefer to buy your Kindle file from Amazon, it's there now. It might be worth it as the formatting is said to be better, I couldn't tell though as I don't own a Kindle.

The Story behind "The Gripsholm Mystery"

2010-11-01T03:20:00.000-07:00

This was previously published on whizbuzz.

Derek asked me for another guest bloggery attempt in order to celebrate the fact that my latest book is finally out on Amazon (US only so far). Or perhaps it was because he is out of ideas for blog posts himself. Or too busy writing about people with weird names. Or whatever. As I wasn't sure what to write about, he suggested I might explain how I got the idea for my latest book. Which might turn out to be a trifle embarrassing.

Because what I did was to put a vampire on a hospital ship in the middle of the First World War. I might be tempted to explain it away by the fact that it's the ideal place to be if you are a vampire: lots of blood and no way for your prey to get away. But the fact is, I have a faintly glorious past, no, rather a faint past, as a writer of nautical fiction, so I couldn't do without boats whatever I'd write. And I have been a bit intrigued by the paranormal romance genre lately. So I decided to combine the two things. And of course there's always the hope that vampires would sell a bit better than gunboat captains of 1808 getting involved with female spies.

But of course I could not make it too easy for myself. So my heroine, Antonia Correlli, isn't just a vampire. She also is a succubus. That means she is endowed with some special magic, for example the ability to sustain sunlight and heal humans. But in order to keep this ability she needs to feed on human emotions. On their passion, their sexual arousal as well as on blood.

Here, the confined space of the hospital ship becomes a double edged sword. Because as well as her human prey being unable to escape her, there is only a limited number of them and sooner or later Antonia won't be able to protect her secret. When certain mysterious things happen aboard the vessel, her curiosity makes her less cautious. And there is the captain, who seems to have some magic of his own.

This is the setting for "The Gripsholm Mystery" which is now out on Amazon.com as a paperback. A Kindle edition is available as well as other ebook formats through Smashwords.

About The Gripsholm Mystery

Antonia Correlli has lived for 600 years. She’s a vampire with special abilities which let her live amongst humans undetected. For the most part. In 1915 the First World War is raging through Europe and new, frightful weapons bring suffering and pain to the men who fight it. While using her cunning and her magic on a hospital ship in the Mediterranean Antonia discovers mysterious things aboard. And she develops dangerous feelings for her captain. Solving the mystery, she discovers once again that humans can’t be trusted and that immortality has its price.

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Publishing info:

Paperback: 224 pages

Publisher: lulu.com (October 5, 2010)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1446119491

ISBN-13: 978-1446119495

Gripsholm on Amazon.com

2010-10-28T13:55:00.000-07:00

The Gripsholm Mystery is now available as a paperback on Amazon.com. The Kindle version will follow shortly. Link.

Gripsholm at Barnes & Noble

2010-10-26T08:17:00.000-07:00

Just noticed that Barnes & Noble already have "The Gripsholm Mystery" in their ebook store! So if you have a nook reader you can now get it for only $0.99.

Get it here.

The Dream II

2010-10-19T05:05:00.000-07:00

The Dream II

She opened her eyes and it was dark. Not being sure if she was still asleep, she blinked. Still darkness. And cold. She felt cold. She definitely wasn't in her bed, there were no sheets protecting her skin from the air around her, she could feel that. No clothes either, in fact. She shivered. Feeling slightly worried, she tried to move. Not possible. Her hands were above her head, tied at her wrists, she realised. And her legs were tied too, slightly apart. OK, this was a dream then, she thought, relaxing slightly. Or was it? There was noise, voices perhaps? Fading in like an old fashioned radio when you turn it on with the volume knob. There was music, too. Perhaps she'd left the radio when she fell asleep? But why couldn't she see? There was something covering her eyes, fabric. Soft. It let some light through actually, it wasn't really completely dark. She could see shapes even. But no more than that.

Closing her eyes for a moment she concentrated on her skin, trying to find out if she was completely naked or wearing anything at all. She could clearly feel the ties on her wrists and ankles, not sure what they were, not ropes, not metal, but something softer, soft but still unyielding. Shoes? No, she was barefoot. Naked then. She shivered again, but this time she didn't feel chilly. It was exciting after all. Oddly enough she didn't feel any fear, it was a dream after all, right? Nothing could really happen to her, nothing unpleasant at least. She opened her mouth and licked her lips.

Suddenly her legs moved and it wasn't her doing. Something - or someone - pulled her ankles further apart. Quite considerably further apart, stretching her arms in the progress. First it was only the ties pulling, but then there was more. Something was touching her calves. Caressing them actually. Hands. They felt nice. And they were moving further up. And they were... too many. At least four. She gasped as the hands moved higher, stroking the insides of her knees. Higher still, slowly moving over her thighs. Then they stopped. They were still touching her, but perfectly still. She felt warmth spreading from them, spreading towards the centre of her female delights. She felt warm, and she was getting wet. She wanted the hands to move on, to touch her sensitive parts, not just linger there on the upper halves of her thighs.

She made an impatient growling sound and wriggled her body. Perhaps she could just say something? Please continue what you're doing, for example. Surely that couldn't hurt? She opened her mouth, but before she was able to make a sound, something touched her breasts and transformed her words into a moan. There were fingers on both her nipples now, touching them, pinching them lightly. Pinching them harder, rolling them, pulling at them. She moaned louder, involuntarily thrusting her breasts forward as much as the ties would let her. But this wasn't enough. She wanted to be touched somewhere else, and she wanted it now.

"Please," she croaked, "please..." Then she could say no more. Because now there were fingers on her mouth, tracing her lips, slipping inside, touching her teeth and beyond. She sucked at them, swirled her tongue around them, stuck her tongue between them. Wanting them deeper, wanting them, in fact, somewhere else entirely. She struggled in her bonds, thrusting her hips forward, trying to make them understand what she needed. There were still hands on her thighs, but they were not moving. And now she realised that the fingers on her nipples were still, too. They were still holding them firmly, she could feel her blood pulse under their pressure, but they weren't moving any more. Then even the fingers in her mouth stopped moving, despite her tongue caressing them violently. She gave a muffled moan of despair and need. But nothing happened.

It felt like ages, but probably it wasn't even a full minute. For every second of it her need grew, her desire increased and as the tongues finally touched her, her body shuddered violently and her mouth gaped in a silent cry. The tongues were everywhere, on all the places where hands had been before. But most importantly, there was one where she needed it the most. Finally she felt the firm, moist pressure against her most delicate spot, first just the tip of the tongue, then lips around it, too. At that moment, all her senses were concentrated in that very spot. And as she felt the harder touch of teeth, softly nibbling at her, she started to come. It was an intense one, a long and persistent one. It felt like it would never stop. Then, as it finally did start to fade, the tongue on her delicate spot was replaced by two fingers, long and slender ones that thrust deeply into her. They curled slightly inside her, touching her sensitive insides and her orgasm started to build again, from the first fading one right into a new, yet bigger one. Her body tensed, shuddered and had it not been restrained, it would have curled itself around those fingers as if it wanted to catch them and keep them inside her forever.

At last the fingers slipped out of her and she hung limp in her restraints, breathing heavily. She tried to form words, but none came. Her body ached, although in a good way, and she wondered what would happen next. Was this all? Surely it couldn't be. She didn't want it to be over. She wanted more.

Listen to the first chapter

2010-10-15T06:18:00.001-07:00

Now you can listen to the first chapter of "The Gripsholm Mystery" here.

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The Dream

2010-10-04T02:05:00.000-07:00

It started with a warm feeling between her legs. A good feeling. Sighing in her sleep, she parted her legs a little wider, instinctively, in order to give that nice feeling more room. She wanted it to spread, to increase, to become more intense. And it did. I wasn't only warmth anymore, it was touch, too. Something soft and moist lightly touched her lower lips, not parting them, not yet. She sighed again and tried to move her hips, wanting to get closer to the stimulating touch.

She wouldn't have been able to tell if she was asleep, or dreaming or if she was awake, not when it happened and not afterwards. But she realised that something wasn't as it was supposed to be. Then. Because she couldn't move her hips. She tried to spread her legs wider instead, but she couldn't do that either. She could only move them very little, just as much as she had before, when she'd at first felt the warm sensation. In fact, she couldn't move the lower part of her body very much at all.

Vaguely aware that this wasn't right, she tried to move her hands. They were crossed above her head, her fingers lightly touching the elbows of the other arm. Not a position she usually slept in, she thought. And she couldn't move them either. It was as if they were held in place by some sort of padded material, soft but unyielding. This was when she should have opened her eyes and panicked. But she didn't. In some way, she didn't feel threatened by what was happening to her. Sure, she couldn't move, but then there was something or someone touching her delicate parts in a way that felt too good to let her even think of being worried or trying to escape.

Because the sensation was stronger now. The pressure against her delicate flesh had increased, increased considerably, and the tongue, for that was what it felt like, was now softy parting her lower lips and touching her moist, soft parts, circling around the very opening of her. And she was becoming wet now, really wet. She moaned, her body trying to meet the pleasuring pressure. She couldn't of course. She started to feel a little frustrated. Quite a lot frustrated actually. She moaned and tried to arch her back. But she could only move very little. The padded stuff was above her, too. She felt her nipples rub against it as she moved. Which felt good. It was as if she was completely encased by this padding, padding that had the perfect shape and texture to hold her firmly in place while still being soft enough to be comfortable. And rough enough to make her nipples stiffen, make them crave more touch. She moaned louder, her body now writhing within its restraints. Suddenly the tongue between her legs disappeared.

She almost cried out in despair, desperately moving her body to regain contact with the pleasurable sensation. Nothing happened. "Please," she croaked hoarsely. "Please."
And it returned. It returned in force. Not only a soft tongue, but a whole mouth, kissing her lower lips hard, sucking at her wetness, tasting her. She could feel teeth, she could feel the tongue probing her, deeper than she thought it could be possible. She screamed, arching her back as much as she could, rubbing her nipples against the padding. Her eyes were open now, wide open in amazement. She couldn't see anything, though. There was only darkness. But she didn't want to see anything, she didn't need to see anything or move any more than she could or do anything other than drown in this wonderful feeling of being thoroughly explored, pleasured, taken.

"Deeper, please," she moaned, and then cried out loud as her prayer was answered instantly. Two fingers thrust into her. They started to move, to massage her insides, slowly, pressing hard against her inner walls, while the mouth, the tongue and the teeth were savouring her, drinking her. She gasped and panted. She felt herself become wetter than she'd ever been, positively awash in fact, almost floating away. No, not almost, she did float, she felt herself becoming yet more disengaged from her surroundings, there was only her body now, her body feeling this immense pleasure, this unbearable need for release. And as the pressure against her insides increased, as the tongue and teeth and lips caressed her most delicate spot, harder, quicker and more intense, always more intense, more wonderful, she finally broke, broke as an ocean wave that hits the shore, and she screamed her release into the padded restraints around her.

And she drifted back to sleep.

The Gripsholm Mystery

2010-10-02T08:21:00.000-07:00

E-book version at Smashwords is out

2010-10-02T02:46:00.000-07:00

The e-book of "The Gripsholm Mystery" is out at Smashwords. As usual, the formatting isn't the best, with Smashwords, but it looked nice enough on my iphone. The proper paper book will be out in a few weeks as well as a proper Kindle version at Amazon. Link here.

The Gripsholm Mystery

2010-09-30T11:19:00.000-07:00

It's done! My latest book "The Gripsholm Mystery" is ready and proof copy is on its way. That's the vampire at sea story, finally finished! As soon as I know that the cover picture looks OK in print I'll give you the full marketing barrage, so stay tuned.

New about my latest novel

2010-09-14T11:34:00.000-07:00

I am happy to reveal that I've finished writing my latest novel, a vampire/succubus mystery, set on a hospital ship in 1915. It is currently being edited and will hopefully be available in another few weeks, so stay tuned for more news shortly.

Special offer: Gunboat Number 14 sale

2010-08-18T07:59:00.001-07:00

The last few remaining copies of the first edition Gunboat Number 14 are now on sale on Amazon UK for only £5. Ordinary price is £11.39.

Buy here.

Sailorman's salacious stories - Ebook

2010-07-21T01:46:00.000-07:00

Now you can read three of my latest salacious stories as an e-book, available on Smashwords in different formats. The stories all have a nautical theme. Two of them have been published before here, the third is previously unpublished.

Blurb:
“Please,” you whisper into my hair. I almost don’t hear it, so low is the sound, but you say it again, louder, your voice throaty. “Please, touch me.”
I release your nipple and tilt my face towards you. “I am touching you,” I say lowly.
“Not enough...”

Birthday Present

2010-06-26T02:07:00.000-07:00

(Warning: This story includes elements of a salacious nature. If you don't understand what that means, you're probably not old enough to read it. )

Packing a corset for a sailing trip, hadn’t probably been the best idea she'd ever had. Still, she had put the black-and-purple creation into her bag - after all, you could never really know what would happen, right? And she had added the velvet padded leather handcuffs, too. No point stopping half way, was there? There almost never was.

Of course, it hadn't turned out quite as she had expected. Another thing that usually didn't happen to her. She was used to being very much in control. See the handcuffs. They definitely weren't intended to be used on herself, oh no. She would wear the corset, all right, and often enough nothing more. But it was the man, who would be handcuffed, and wear even less.

It was when he told her that the next day was his birthday that it started to go wrong. It had been such a glorious idea. She would wear the corset and surprise him with breakfast. But of course, she didn't manage to put that dastard contraption on by herself in the confined space of the cabin. And anyway, there were the laces at the back to tackle. And of course he woke while she was fiddling with that thing.

"Lovely," he said in a voice that instantly made her blush. "Do you need any help with that?"
She nodded and turned her back to him. He started to pull the laces tight and she felt the corset pressing into her flesh. She gasped as he pulled yet tighter, the corset pushing her breasts upwards, reshaping her body as it was intended to do. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation. It wasn't painful, not really, but it still felt like nothing else. Almost like a strong lover's tight embrace.

When he was finished, he remained standing behind her, his hands softly following the curve of the corset around her waist, until they came to rest on her belly. She felt his breath on the skin of her neck as he lowered his mouth towards it.
"Wait," she said huskily. "I..."
"I know. But today is my birthday, is it not?" he whispered, his mouth close to her ear.
"Yes," she breathed. Her heart started to beat faster as she realized what would happen. What would almost certainly happen. She had done this to him often enough herself, and he was right: today was his birthday.

He turned her around then, his hands gripping her wrists as he pinned her arms to her back. Pulling her towards him, making her arch her back in the process, he kissed her. Harder than he used to. She gasped. And he used that gasp to deepen the kiss, to slide his tongue into her and explore her as if he had never been in her mouth before.

She let go then, surrendered to him and let him take over. After all, this was his birthday and she had taken him her way often enough. And as she did, she felt her desire take over her body. She didn't need her brain now, think of ways to touch him, make him feel all sorts of sensations, and finally pleasure him and give him release. Now, she was only her body, she would only feel, not think. She closed her eyes.

He let go of her mouth and started to kiss his way down, over her chin, down her throat, down towards the soft valley between her breasts. He stuck out his tongue and pressed it between her tightly packed delights, licked, almost made love to that deep valley with his tongue. She moaned as he licked over her breasts, all of them, making them glisten with his moisture. He licked around her nipples, over them, first the left one, and then the right one. He took that one in his mouth, sucked lightly at first, then harder. Then she felt his teeth against it. Involuntarily, she moaned and thrust her breast towards him, and that made him bite, quite hard. She screamed and opened her eyes wide and as she saw his eyes, the deep black desire in them, she let out a whimpering sigh.

He lifted her up then, his deep passionate gaze still on her, his arms so strong around her waist. Her mouth was open, but there came no sound, not until he put her down on the table in the middle of the cabin.

"Put your hands behind your head", he almost growled, causing a whimpering yelp to escape from her lips. He stepped back, reaching for some ropes which hung on pegs on the aft bulkhead of the cabin. They were half an inch thick, normally used to secure things temporarily while the boat was at anchor. Like a sun awning or even clothes that needed airing. He picked four ropes and made his way back to her.

She watched him silently, her eyes wide as he bound her wrists to the foot of the table, her arms crossed behind the back of her head. When he was done, he ran his hands along her upper arms, over her armpits and down to her breasts. She shivered, as his fingers brushed over her nipples.

With two more ropes, he secured her ankles to the deck beam, spreading her legs wide open. That made her gasp and start to writhe on the table. Smiling, he watched her struggle for a while. Then he moved closer, placing himself between her legs. He leaned over her and, putting his hands on either side of her neck for support he lowered his face towards hers. So close to her mouth, she parted her lips expecting him to kiss her. But he didn't. Instead he quickly moved his mouth towards her left breast and bit into her nipple so it almost hurt. She screamed, more in surprise than from pain, because it did not hurt, not really. And anyway, her body was so much on fire by now she would probably not have cared too much anyway.

"Please," she heard herself whimper.
His eyes penetrated hers, making her body feel hotter still. "Please," she croaked.
"Close your eyes," he ordered. As she did, she heard his steps move away until he climbed the companionway ladder towards the deck. She groaned, but did not dare open her eyes. They hadn't known each other that long, only a few weeks, but intense weeks they had been. Now she realized that there was a side to him she hadn't encountered before, this side, and it made her shiver with the anticipation of what he would do to her when he returned.

She heard him clamber down the ladder again, more clumsily this time, as if he was carrying something. Something he put down next to the table with a thud. Then another sound, water splashing. Then silence. He was moving again, towards her. She fought not to open her eyes, concentrating on her other senses. She felt air brush against her skin, hot air. His breath. He breathed against her skin, sending shivers along it as he moved over her upper chest, the soft roundness of her breasts. He blew hot air against her left nipple. Suddenly she gasped, as drops of ice cold water hit her other nipple.

Involuntarily she opened her eyes. He smiled at her, a wet sponge in his hand. Squeezing the sponge, he dripped water over her body, slowly moving, cold water hitting her soft skin, making her shiver. The water trickled down the sides of her breasts. He moved the sponge over her upper chest, her collarbones, up her throat. Then, drops hit her lips and she parted them, tasting salty sea water.
Putting down the sponge, he started to lick the salty wetness away from her skin, starting at her breasts, up over her throat. He licked his tongue over her lips, and she sighed. He licked the corner of her mouth, moving his tongue down her neck, tracing her collarbone, and further down. He licked her armpit. She quivered, moaned and gasped as he moved on, licking around her breast, along the edge of the corset, his tongue trying to penetrate beneath the fabric, trying to find more of her skin.

He growled and she sensed that his restraint was beginning to fail. "Please," she whispered again. "Please, please..." She was whimpering now, and she knew, she would not stop, not until he touched her where she so desperately wanted to be touched. "Please..."

Then he was there. He had moved so quickly, it took her completely by surprise as his mouth closed firmly over her lower delights, his tongue probing her, exploring her, nibbling and biting, drinking her wetness. She moaned, her body quivering, and as he found her most sensitive spot and touched it, ever so lightly with the tip of his tongue she screamed. "Please!" she screamed. And he complied. He continued to savor her delights, eagerly, fiercely and thoroughly and she screamed and panted as she felt the pleasure build inside her, felt it fill her, felt it make her want to burst, sweep her away into the sea and drown her in utter bliss. And she did, while his mouth was on her, his tongue inside her, and he was with her, went with her through it. And he was there still as she came down, utterly sensitive now, and he was still touching her, his tongue was still there. "Please, no more," she whispered. Then she gasped as the touch of his lips and tongue was replaced by two fingers sliding inside her. He placed his thumb softly but firmly on her most sensitive spot, just holding it there as he lifted his head enough to look into her eyes.

"No more?" he said. "Why, yes. I've only just started.
She screamed as he slowly began to move his fingers inside her.

Miss Anna's Frigate

2010-05-20T03:18:00.000-07:00

In the early months of 1809 a British frigate is trapped in the ice of the Baltic Sea. While Sweden's war against Russia continues and Stockholm itself is threatened by invasion, several groups plot against the unsucessful king.

Female spy and adventuress Anna Wetterstrand had hoped for a quiet winter together with her beloved Eric. But now the unforeseen events force her to take action and question her loyalties and love. Will she be able to save the king - and herself?

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Gunboat Number 14

2010-05-19T06:34:00.000-07:00

It's 1808 and Sweden is at war with Russia. The war is not going well. On land, the Swedish army is retreating continuously and all that stands between the Russians and the Swedish mainland are the gunboats of the inshore fleet. The sea war amongst the islands of the Finnish and Swedish archipelagos is a special kind of war, fought in open boats by badly equipped men without proper training. Fighting the weather as much as the Russians, Lieutenant Johan Kuhlin commands a small squadron of three gunboats on special duty. During the short and wet summer, he learns that an independent command isn't all glory and that spies can be more dangerous than Russian guns.

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The Ferry Ride

2010-04-20T03:10:00.000-07:00

(Warning: This story includes elements of a salacious nature. If you don't understand what that means, you're probably not old enough to read it. )

People keep telling me I should write and publish erotic short stories. Well, now I've done it. The style of this one is a little like my next novel. Well, just a little, the novel is much more magical. ;)

She walks along the seafront of the old town, letting the sun warm her face. There is still a lot of snow at places, mostly where the snowplows have made their small hills of wintery waste. But it isn't cold any more and there are puddles of greyish water everywhere and small creeks of meltwater, looking for drains, or the edge of the quay. Strolling along the quay she finds this old ferry, one of the few still steam powered ones, quite small. She walks down to it and there is a sign that tells her about a round trip for tourists and she thinks that could be a nice way to explore the city. So she goes aboard.

She enters a box-shaped cabin with wooden benches on either side, lining the windows. There are two square compartments in the middle of it, one of them has an open door leading to stairs, apparently the way to the bridge. The other one has a big steel door, one of those with a wheel in the middle to unlock it. There's a red sign on the door which she cannot read but she guesses it's the engine room as she can sense a faint smell of oil and steam coming from it.

Suddenly she realises that the boat has started to move. There isn't the usual vibration of diesel engines, only a very soft throbbing, hissing sound from behind that door and she has this feeling of the boat almost gliding on the water instead of moving through it. She walks to the windows and admires the view for a while, marveling at the glittering water.

Then she startles. She looks around her and there is no-one else but her. A little worried, she walks towards the stairs, thinking about going up to the bridge, but then she doesn't. Something stops her. It's like an invisible wall between her and the stairs. Gasping, she turns around, walking towards the door leading to the small aft deck, the very door she came in through when she first went aboard. But she doesn't get there. Because as she passes the engine room door, she gets this irresistible urge to open it. She puts her hands on that wheel...it feels quite warm, almost hot, but not too hot - actually, the temperature feels perfect for her hands. She turns the wheel, and to her surprise it turns very smoothly, and there is no sound either. Very well oiled, she thinks.

Then the door opens with a popping sound as the heavy bolts retract. It opens outwards, towards her, so she has to take a step backwards, and one to her left before she can peer down into the tiny engine room. But before she can even see a thing, the smell hits her. It's a moist, warm, oily smell, but it isn't unpleasant. Not at all. Rather to the contrary. She feels attracted to it, it enters through her nostrils and finds its way inside her and she shivers. She looks inside. The engine room is quite small, and it's only a few steps down. Carefully, as she happens to wear high heels with a black dress under a leather jacket, she steps down into the compartment.

Once down she stands on a steel grating, beneath which she can see oily bilge water sloshing around. To the left is a small wooden workbench with some tools hung up on the wall behind. On the other side is the engine itself. She turns towards it and looks at it closely. It's an old fashioned twin piston steam engine turning a single propeller shaft which she can see disappearing through a tunnel into the bilges. The pistons are moving slowly up and down, in fact slower than she would have expected, considering the boat making a few knots after all. There is hot oil all over the engine, dripping down the shiny pistons, and small drops of oil cling on pipes and levers like tiny black eyes. And there is moistness, warmth, almost hot steam hissing and squealing everywhere. And there is sound, there is clicking sounds as the valves open and close and there is - she gasps and her eyes widen as she sees him standing right next to the engine.

Surely he hadn't been here before? Where did he suddenly come from? He is quite tall, dark hair that looks wet, perhaps from the steam, dark brown eyes. And he is smiling at her, smiling at her in an utterly intriguing way. And as she looks into his eyes she feels herself blush and she has really no idea why. Then he speaks.
"Your clothes are all wet, you'd better hang them over that steam pipe to dry", he says.

And she realises that her clothes really are all wet. In fact, she is completely drenched to the bone, like if she had fallen into the sea. And like it were the most natural thing in the world, she starts to take them off. She starts with her shoes, pulling them off and putting them on the workbench. Then she takes of her leather jacket and hands it over to him. Smiling, he takes it and puts it over one of the steam pipes lining the wall.

She then takes off her dress, handing it over to him like the jacket. Standing there in her underwear, she hesitates. But then she looks into his face, sees his smile and his eyes and he says: "all of it." And his voice is like velvet. And she complies, because it is the only thing she can do. And then she stand before him, all naked. And she inhales the oily smell of the engine room and she feels the steamy air stinging her skin, but in a nice way, an enjoyable way, and she realises, an extremely erotic way. But she doesn't blush, not this time. Because this all simply feels so utterly right and good and there is not a thing in the world she would rather do than stand here naked and feel his eyes on her body.

She closes her eyes then, shifting her senses entirely to her skin. Because she can feel his eyes on her, it's like his gaze is touching her, moving over her skin like...yes exactly like hands. And those hands start to explore her body, following the shape of it, and she just stands there and let them, because they feel so wonderful. She sighs and her lips part slightly and then she feels his lips on hers so utterly soft and sweet, she has never tasted anything like this before. And she opens herself to his kiss, and she kisses him back, hungrily, passionately. And she feels the touch of his hands firm up as he reacts to her passion, as it fuels his desire.

His hands are around her back now, fingers playing up and down her spine, sending shivers through her body. They wander down to the small of her back, her buttocks, squeezing them, grabbing them quite hard and that makes her gasp into his kiss and that makes him moan with desire. He lifts her up on the workbench, and she wraps her legs around his waist as his mouth starts to wander down her throat, his tongue licking over it, his teeth nibbling her skin, and every time his hot sweet breath touches her skin it sends bolts of lightning down her body, and every touch of his lips against her skin makes her want him more.

She starts to moan into his ears, she whispers, then as he continues, she says it loud and finally she almost screams it right into his ear: "Please, I want you now!"

And then she feels him inside her and her eyes widen with amazement when she realises that he not only fills her completely and perfectly, he also fills her magically. He is inside her and he knows her. He knows all her desires, all her secrets and he knows exactly how to pleasure her in the most wonderful way possible. And that he does. And she screams soundlessly as he lifts her up and sends her flying and dancing and he drowns her in pleasure as the waves of release roar through her. And she sits on that desk, quivering and shaking and utterly satisfied.

As her heartbeat slows again and her senses return, she sighs and opens her eyes. She sees the steam engine faithfully throbbing, pistons moving, oil dripping, steam hissing. And she sees her clothes hanging over the steam pipes, all dry now. But she sees no-one else.