Prepare yourself for an
erotic roller-coaster of a read from the very first chapter in the novel
Cornish Cream by Steve Geoffreys. In the story a lottery winning couple, Jeff
and Sarah Stevenson rent a cottage in Cornwall, England for their first anniversary
and to act out their own top 10 sex fantasies on each other. But, when they
arrive back home in London after their debauched week away a nasty surprise
drops through their letterbox. The owner of the cottage, Lord Smedley has sent
them a rather large bill that will rock their perfect world if they don't pay
up. It opens a can of worms and during the drama that ensues, surprises and
revelations surface that bring on a final twist.
Excerpt
Jeff’s thumbs teased at the cork of the bottle of
Tattinger Champagne. Sarah sat at the dining table with her fingers in her
ears. The cork popped and narrowly missed the crystal chandelier, bounced off
the high ceiling of their Georgian townhouse, and landed near to one of their
original Tiffany table lamps. Sarah squealed in delight as the millions of
bubbles ejaculated over the bottle’s neck and down Jeff’s hands.
‘Happy anniversary darling.’ Grinned Jeff as he filled two
Champagne flutes and placed the bottle back into the solid silver ice bucket.
‘Yes, our first anniversary. What present have you got for
me? You do know that it has got to be paper for a first anniversary present don’t
you?’ Sarah asked as Jeff handed her the glass.
‘It is paper yes, but you will need to down that glass and
remain sitting down when I give it to you.’ Jeff smirked one of his knowing
smiles. Sarah frowned her usual way that she did when he said something to
confuse, bewilder, or intrigue her.
‘Oh my god, it’s not a divorce petition for me to sign is
it? Just because you won all that money, you want to trade me in for a much
younger model don’t you?’ She asked before gulping down half the glass. Jeff
laughed loudly.
‘Don’t be ridiculous. I would not trade you in for all the
money in the world. You’re one in a million.’
‘One in eight million eight hundred thousand four hundred
and sixty nine pounds don’t you mean?’ Sarah added.
‘Not forgetting the fifty seven pence let alone the
interest that is accruing on a daily basis!’ Jeff chipped in. Sarah emptied her
glass and Jeff went to top it up again.
‘Trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me are you?’
Jeff just winked and poured away.
‘Anyway, I have just emptied my glass so where is my
present?’ She asked with a hiccup.
Jeff opened a drawer on the dining table where the solid
silver cutlery was kept and handed a gift wrapped parcel to Sarah. She took it
and felt it in a mock curiosity.
‘Mmmh let me guess, is it a book. Is it that new romance
novel I mentioned a couple of weeks ago?’
‘Why don’t you open it and find out.’ Jeff told her as he
topped her glass up then his own. Sarah opened it to reveal an expensive
leather bound journal.
‘The first page is, well,… compelling reading.’ Jeff
nodded reassuringly before taking a copious sip of Champagne. Sarah opened the
cover and her eyes widened, closely followed by her jaw dropping.
‘Jeff’s top ten fantasies that he would like to do with
Sarah!’ She blurted out on reading the first line at the top of the page. Jeff
grinned widely as he watched her slowly read down the list and blush.
‘Phew, hot stuff! Not sure about numbers five seven and
nine though. Think that I would have to be feeling very naughty to do those, or
very drunk. Or maybe both very drunk and very naughty. There is one thing about
your list that baffles me somewhat though?’ Sarah shrugged.
‘Oh really, so what is that then?’ Jeff enquired, rubbing
his jaw line.
‘I am curious as to why you have not listed a threesome
with me and another woman on your fantasy list?’ Pondered Sarah, eyes narrowing
in an attempt to psyche Jeff out.
‘That would be because I know how much you hate the
thought of having sex with another woman as much as you hate the thought of me
having sex with another man. And besides, the threesome thing may well be most
men’s top fantasy, but most men cannot even satisfy one woman, so what the hell
kind of chance of fulfillment is he going to have with two women?’ Jeff stated
in the manner of a philosopher.
Sarah’s face cheeks were almost crimson with a mixture of
the alcohol and the arousal that the fantasy list had conjured up in her mind.
But it was burning brightest from the secrets that she was currently keeping
from him.
‘Since you so put it that way, yes. I can see why you left
that one off your list.’ Sarah fanned her face with her hands in the manner of
a TV reality star that assumed they were some sort of A-list celebrity diva.
‘So, where is your present for me then? Don’t tell me you’ve
forgotten our anniversary?’
‘It’s hidden upstairs actually, I’ve not had time to wrap
it yet.’ Sarah told him as she stood up from the table.
‘Sounds intriguing. Are you going to go and get it for me
now then? Jeff enquired with raised eyebrows.
‘Yes, wait there. Top your glass up.’ Sarah told him as
she sauntered off to the stairs, her hips swaying in an overtly seductive way.
Jeff watched her walk away knowing that Sarah knew he would be staring at her
sexy bum.
‘Stop staring at my bum and don’t get any ideas about
following me upstairs, you will spoil the surprise.’ Sarah said half over her
shoulder.
‘I can’t wait for our week away in that cottage in
Cornwall.’ Jeff enthused.
‘So that you can do your naughty fantasy list?’ Sarah
asked as she turned to go upstairs.
‘The views are breathtaking down there, but so is your bum
when you walk.’ Remarked Jeff.
‘Flattery might get you everywhere. I’ll call you up when
your present is wrapped and ready.’ Sarah sexily winked as she ascended the
stairs.
Jeff
had a feeling that she was going to treat him to one of the fantasies off his
list. Then doubt set in at the possibility of that unless she was a mind reader
or had found the journal that Jeff had stashed in the wine cellar days earlier.
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