Let Saskia Walker take you on an erotic journey of discovery with eighteen red hot stories of love, lust, and blatant seduction. Titillating, tantalizing, and totally explicit, Unashamed delivers diverse sexual scenarios from first love explorations to forbidden rendezvous, raunchy threesomes to playful committed couples. The characters in these stories revel in their sexuality—with delicious and climactic results.

“Walker is one of the best erotic writers, period….talent, Eros and magic combine on each page of her writing.” Violet Blue

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex including hetero sex, multiple partners, f/f, m/f/f, and f/m/m.

Word Count: 58,507

EXCERPT:

I vow that I will be as decadent and liberated in my sexuality as she is.

Kirstie Jefferies made this vow while she listened to another woman reaching orgasm. She was standing outside the communal shower in her university hall of residence, transfixed. She’d been about to return to her room and come back for her shower later, but the sound was so incredibly sexy that she had been forced to stay and listen, her own sense of sexual need rising all the while. Steam billowed over the top of the shower cubicle door and—with it—the sound of another deeply pleasured female moan. Her entire skin prickled, her pussy instantly slick.

A moment later she heard a male voice whispering encouragement. There were two of them in there. Who was the woman? Whoever it was hadn’t wasted any time getting laid. It was the third day of the new term. Kirstie smiled to herself—this was part of what she’d come to University for, liberation of the sexual kind.

“Oh, yeah, you’re so tight,” the man said. “I’m almost there.”

The woman gave a breathless grunt in response. The sound of it sent a shiver of need through Kirstie. Her pussy ached to have that kind of attention and she was getting more aroused by the moment. Female laughter bubbled up inside the cubicle, and then morphed again into intense moaning.

Kirstie’s body responded, identifying on a deep, innate level with the other woman’s orgasm. She was absurdly aroused, trapped there by her need to relate, her need to be that woman. Shifting from one foot to the other, she lifted her hair from the back of her neck, where the skin was feverishly hot. Her sex clenched repeatedly. She brushed her hands over her robe, touching her aching breasts through the fabric. Inside the cubicle the woman began to pant. She’d reached climax. It was such a turn on that Kirstie couldn’t help herself. She slipped her hand inside her robe to cup and squeeze her pussy in her hand, massaging her clit until it thrummed and slick juices spread half way down her thighs.

Then the man let out a deep, animalistic sound, and Kirstie knew he had come as well. She worked her hand, rubbing her clit until she too reached orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her. Dropping her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes for a moment to regain her composure, and then straightened her robe.

The couple eventually emerged.

Kirstie stared at the door as it opened, dying to know who they were.