GLORIA'S INDISCRETION is a classic study of power and sexual submission.
Gloria Brennan, tall, elegant, and supremely self-assured, is an ambitious
attorney who runs roughshod over her young assistant, the quietly capable
Sarah. Together they slip into a smooth working relationship, one that
satisfies the needs of both women, that is, until the day it is abruptly
shattered by one Thomas Decker. Suddenly, the two women find themselves at
a loss. Their easy, comfortable ways are gone, to be slowly and inexorably
replaced by a bizarre triangle, dominated by the implacable will of that
masterful male. This is the story of the intertwined lives of three people
caught up in the single-minded pursuit of erotic pleasure.
Excerpt from Gloria's Indiscretion
She lay across his lap like rag doll, waiting in tense anticipation, head
inverted, her long hair cascading down to sweep the carpet. Her dangling
breasts pressed against Decker's left leg, while the rounded contours of
her pantied behind jutted out over his right leg. Her magnificent legs,
still sheathed in the tinted stockings, were pressed tightly together in a
straight line that angled downward so that her pointed shoes dug into the
thick pile of the carpet.
Decker took his time, arranging her limp form just the way he wanted.
Shifting her dead weight, he reached under to capture her tits, lifting
her up enough to tuck them under her so she lay with her soft boobs
crushed against his thigh. Next, he had her fold her legs up in back so he
could slip off her heels.
He spent a moment contemplating the mouth-watering sight she presented,
her long body erotically clad in nothing but nylons and panties. The sheer
translucent film adhered to her twin mounds as if glued on; the darkened
centercrease clearly visible. The narrow strip banding her hips left bare
the high fullness of her naked haunches, one of which rested solidly
against his hardon. The view from behind was delightful. The high-cut
legbands arched up to cross her domed rearcheeks, leaving exposed the
smiling undercurves and a generous portion of her lovely ass -- that
enticing bottom served up so nicely for his edification and enjoyment.
He brought up a hand to span her rearend. Immediately, her rearcheeks
clenched in instinctive reaction. But when she found that he seemed
content, for the moment, to merely toy with the meaty mounds through the
thin nylon, the hard muscles uncoiled. Decker, watching her tense her butt
muscles, was considering the final unveiling. He reached for the elastic
waistband, and then hesitated, changing his mind. Now he brought his other
hand up and with both hands, slipped his fingers inside the legbands at
each side. He slid his fingers up either side of her rearfurrow, forcing
the twisted nylon strip into that narrow valley, baring the jutting
mounds. She shifted uneasily in his lap. He curled his fingers around one
cheek, digging into the bottomcrack and poking the silky strand deep
between the exposed hillocks.
Then, clasping her hips with both hands, he slipped his thumbs through the
waistband in back, and tugged upward on the tautly-stretched panties,
forcing the twisted material even deeper into her cleft, and getting a
guttural grunt from the inverted head at the other end. Still not
satisfied, he clutched a handful of the waistband in back and yanked up
again, and again, till the narrow gusset was pulled up tight, embedded
deeply in her furrow. Each abrupt tug brought a short tight-lipped grunt
and tiny jerk of the hips from the prone female.
Now, entirely pleased with his arrangement, he let his hand rest on her
newly-bared ass; smooth, hard, and unspeakably perfect. He couldn't resist
the temptation to bend down and plant a single kiss just on the crown of
each exposed cheek. Gloria sighed and twitched eagerly at the delightful
touch of his lips. Affectionately, he patted her upturned bottom, and when
the taut cheeks clenched once more in involuntary reaction, he couldn't
help smiling to himself. She was fearful of what was to come. That was
good. He would let her apprehension build while he enjoyed himself playing
with her superb bottom.
Cupping a hand, he lovingly caressed those pert mounds, admiring their
perfect symmetry, the satiny smoothness of the rounded contours, the deep
division bisecting them, all lewdly accented by the cache-sexe he had
formed to enhance her naked bottom. As he lovingly rubbed and massaged
those rearmounds, the tense woman stirred impatiently. Laid out across his
lap in the humiliating position of a naughty schoolgirl, feeling the heat
of his thighs, the conspicuous feel of his rigid manhood pressing boldly
against her hip, and now the dreamy caress of his firm masculine hand on
her ass, Gloria could not keep still. She wriggled impatiently, while a
plaintive whimper escaped through her tightly-pressed lips.
Copyright 1989, Don Winslow