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desire is a lady ebook cover for Aster Zhen's short story collection.. A blonde woman in fishnet stockings and lingerie sits with her legs  vertical against a wall.

Three beautiful women. Three forbidden obsessions. Only one way to survive.

Hey readers, I just uploaded a new FF erotica bundle… it contains one of my favourites 🙂

Three strong women… three dangerous obsessions. From slavegirls to steampunk, Desire is a Lady collects together three quick and dirty reads with the themes of lesbian domination and implacable passions.

Warning: erotic content. Contains very strong language and explicit sexual content between adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes may offend or disturb some readers.

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Caitlyn’s Lesbian Abduction: A Slavegirl for Miss Margaret:
Miss Margaret loves women–loves them so much, she’s been keeping one. Today, it’s time to make a choice. Will Caitlyn stay within her care for life?

Ravished by the Clockwork Machine
Marian works in a house filled with domestic automatons. But none of them compare to Henri, a mysterious device that she finds in an old storeroom. Throwing all caution to the wind, she activates Henri. Can Marian endure the ravages of an insatiable machine?

Her Secret Dungeon:
She’s never met a girl she couldn’t break, and her newest prize is no exception. She’s beautiful. Spirited. Will this new girl be a keeper, or will she become just a toy, like all the others?

Extract from Her Secret Dungeon:
She’s quiet now, barely a whimper escaping her mouth. I touch her shoulders, trailing my hand down over her smooth, sweat-slicked skin. Her hands bunch into fists, bound together in a sheath of rope that extends from her forearms to her wrists, forcing her arms over her head.

The air is still. Nothing moves except for my fingers, gliding over her body, tracing every red line marked on her flesh.

The ropes creak. Her hair falls forwards to hide her face, and she inhales sharply when I run my fingers under the curve of her breasts. Her skin there remains untouched, a blank canvas for my questing hands.

She’s changed since I’ve found her. No longer that girl sitting at that coffee shop, laughing, flirting, twirling her hair around her fingers. My hands close around her ribs, feeling their faint outlines. Every day, every hour spent with me strips a little more away from her, until all that’s left is mine alone. My Galatea.

The smooth curves of her ass are criss-crossed with lines, narrow and red as virgin blood. She flinches when I touch them, rising up on her toes to arch away from me.

“Does that hurt?” I ask, running my nail across a welt.

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