Note- More made up nonsense to amuse and titillate. Kudos given to the original Emmanuelle novel by Emmanuelle Arsan for inspiration.
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Are you in a sex drought? Can't remember the last time another person saw you in the buff? Then join the multitude of like minded, sex starved adults. Their pining brought on by the pressures of you-know-fucking-what.
Emma Watson, an appointed UN Women Goodwill Ambassador, as well as an accomplished actress, had decided to become a ghost writer of erotic fiction that she hoped would stimulate those dreams and fantasies of females having to undergo the forced celibacy brought about by lockdowns and social distancing. Half of the population of Britain had reported a slump in their sex lives since the pandemic. And spurred on by Taylor Swift and Shirley Manson, she had accepted the challenge of ghost erotica.
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Even Emma, being single and a self confessed active fuck bunny, had missed out on no strings sex for over a year. She loved sex and couldn't imagine it not being in her life.
So, she had picked up the pen, and once a month planned to submit some made up tales, mixed with her very own personal recollections, albeit under an assumed name.
She had submitted two such stories to the website CLIMAX202 so far and all had been highly pleased with the positive response.
This is the second.
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Writers tend to put themselves into all their work, whether intentionally or not. Emma Watson recalled her time filming 'Little Women' and she let her imagination run wild as she envisioned a 'What if' type of scenario. Rather than name names, Emma chose to preserve some degree of privacy concerning the actual actresses, but even though she disguised the characters, it wasn't hard to figure out who was who.
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'The All Girl Book Club.'
As dusk approached, Emma arrived at the Flossie's third floor apartment in the busy and vibrant London area of Covent Garden.
She had been held up by a signal problem on the Underground and was approximately half an hour late.
As she rang the doorbell she wondered what was awaiting her inside.
It had been a month since she and Flossie had become friendly at the same drama school, and both had found the time to encourage each other in class.
In a gesture of gratitude, the twenty-six year old Flossie, had invited Emma to the next meeting of her book club. Emma was told that the book to be discussed in this session would be Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.
"Perfect," gushed Emma. "I've loved it since childhood."
"Great. My place, Tuesday at eight. You'll meet the gang."
"Sounds like fun."
The fact that everything had begun so innocently meant that Emma was so not prepared for what was to come.
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As the door opened Emma immediately heard raucous laughter and shrieks from inside.
"Come and join the party," said Flossie with a grin.
The five two, busty female stepped to one side to let Emma in.
When the demure girl stepped into the well lit living room she was met by the unexpected.
That is to say, three scantily clad women, sitting around a large coffee table.
Emma instinctively jumped when Flossie slammed the door shut and joined the others. That was when Emma took in the fact that the brown eyed young beauty was wearing black four inch stilettos to go with her black satin chemise.
"This Emma?" Asked one in an Irish brogue. She was sitting on one of two brown leather sofas that had been arranged to face each other.
"Sure is. Let me introduce our club. That is Sushi."
"Sersha!" Moaned the slim blue eyed blonde in the black matching bra and thong.
She looked utterly gorgeous with her fine locks combed to the left side of her head.
"Sersha, Sushi. Tomato, tormato. What the hell. Anyway. Beside her is Eli. She's an Aussie."
The green eyed blonde tipped her wine glass at Emma and put her arm around the taller woman next to her.
"And that is Greta. A yank." Said the Australian.
Eli seemed a little thing with tiny eyes and a permanent grin. She had on a red bra and an extremely skimpy thong that barely contained enough material to cover a teabag, let alone her muff. The bra was tight and lifted her breasts together to create a substantial cleavage.
She crossed her sexy and toned legs, and folded her arms as she watched the shy Emma.
"How, do."
Greta looked a tad older with wavy locks and a red slash of a mouth. She had on a striped robe which was open to show that beneath it she was in the buff. Her crossed bare legs did nothing to conceal her exposed vulva.
What kind of book club was this?
The mesmerised Emma stood still, like a rabbit caught in car headlights.
Although invited, she felt like an intruder as she looked at each of them in turn.
"Come. Come sit." Eli patted the sofa beside her and Emma sat.
Expecting an informal get together, she had thrown on a bulky casual brown sweater that hid her figure, and a pair of gold patterned palazzo pants. Her light brown hair had been styled in loose waves that fell upon her shoulders. On reflection, she looked completely out of step with the others.
"We're drinking Gavi. Have some?"
"Not for me, thanks."
"Hear that, Flossie? Emma's not drinking."
"Just leaves more for us, eh girls?"
"I'll drink to that." Declared Sersha as she raised her glass.
"Hey, that reminds me of that part in the book where Jean licks wine from his wife's tits."
Emma frowned as the others laughed at the reference.
"Er. I don't remember that in the book." Emma said in a low voice.