Waterlines 12 has just been published.

Hello again!

The Amazon Kindle and Smashwords editions of Waterlines 12 have just been published.  I hope you enjoy reading the stories - this time I managed to squeeze a third story in, which is a departure from the usual two-story format.

Here's the blurb:

Warning: Adults only.  Do not read if you're not interested in golden showers.  Three short stories, total  10,140 words. 
Watch Me, Hold Me
Jim goes on a date with Tina, his sister's old schoolfriend.  He's dated her some years before; why should this date be any different from the first one?  Can she keep him any longer this time?  How long is their relationship likely to last?  And why? 
At the Bus Stop
When a guy takes his car to a garage for repairs, he finds a strange woman who engages his attention in a kinky, spontaneous manner. She makes no secret of wanting to see him again.  But he has other ideas.... 
More Fun at the Bank
Brian returns to Julia's branch of the bank, where Anna is now in charge.  Things are going to be different now: Anna has her own agenda, and Brian is uneasy.  How is he going to exticate himself from a relationship with her?  Can he get back with Julia somehow?

And here's an extract from More Fun at the Bank to whet your appetite:

     Julia continued.  “By the way, Brian, I’d better warn you.  Anna, the girl who was my assistant at the branch, has now been made manager in my place –”
     “I know,” I said.
     “- and she fancies you.  Don’t go down the basement with her.  She’ll steal you from me.”
     “You’re jealous!” I laughed.
     “Listen, Brian.  That girl is dangerous.  She has friends in high places at the bank.  She can pull strings and manipulate people.”
     “Then why has she only just been promoted to manager?  If she has that many powerful friends, why hasn’t she been put on the bank’s fast-track programme?”
     “Because her uncle has only just been appointed chairman of the bank.”
     My jaw dropped open.  There was nothing I could say.
     The following morning, just before I left home to go to work, my mobile phone rang.  I announced my name.
     “Hello, gorgeous,” Anna replied.  “When are you coming to the branch?  There are people here who want to see you.”
     “Anna!  Hi!  Congratulations on your promotion.  How’s the new job?”
     “All right, thanks.  Now when are you coming to see us?”
     “I was planning to come tomorrow, provided I can get to see some customers.”
     “I’ve got one customer lined up for you already.  Tell me what time you’re coming and I’ll fix the appointment for you.”
     “Great.  What’s the person’s name?”
     “Anna Robinson.”
     “You?”
     “Yes, Brian.  Me.  I want to see you.  Urgently.  Can you come today, maybe?  This afternoon?”
     “I’m not sure...”
     “If this were Julia, you’d drop everything to come.  I saw you with her in the branch basement, remember.  I know what you did together.  And you promised me some of the same.  Julia’s gone now, so there’s no excuse.”
I hope to have some more stories out in January.  In the meantime, may I take this opportunity to thank you for your support during 2012, and to wish you all a very happy new year.

Best wishes
Chris

cpw@restroom.net

Waterlines 11 is out!

Hello again!

I'm pleased to announce (finally!) the publication of Waterlines 11.  As usual, it contains two short stories with golden showers/watersports content, with a tiny bit of anal sex thrown in to introduce a little variety.
I do hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Here's the blurb:

The Price to be Paid

Julia is in line for promotion - replacing her boss Alexa, who's moving to Chicago.  But there are other candidates, too.  Alexa is given authority to select her successor and chooses an unusual routine.  Instead of interviewing each candidate, she wants to spend time with each candidate's partner.  Julia's man, Paul, gets the surprise of his life when he gets invited round to meet Alexa for a couple of hours of sex.
(5350 words)

Watersports with Wendy

Colin's old friend Fiona contacts him again to arrange a date with Wendy, another girl on her "watersports list".  After some doubts about her, and some initial disappointments when he finally meets Wendy, the future could look rosy for them.  But first, she's a newbie to golden showers and he's got to get her to enjoy the fetish.  And, in return, she shows him her special routine with her dining table.... 
(4650 words)

EXTRACT:

        I was thoroughly ashamed of myself as I drove home.  I forced myself to put the events of the whole sordid evening behind me.
        The following evening, when I arrived back from the office, Julia ran to the door and flung her arms round me.  “I’ve got it!  I’ve got the job!”
        “Well done, Julia.  Congratulations.  But there was never any doubt in my mind that you’d get it.”
        “Paul, it’s amazing that you have such confidence in me.  I was beginning to think that the post had gone to someone else.  But the crazy thing is... I didn’t have an interview for the opening.  I thought I’d get a two-hour grilling from Alexa.”
        No, Julia, I thought.  It was I who had the two-hour grilling with Alexa.  But that was something she’d never know about.  “That’s great!” I beamed.  “Now we have something to celebrate.”
        “Yes.  Don’t take your coat off.  We’re going out now.  It’s my treat.  And later, when we get to bed, I’ve got another treat waiting for you...” she grinned slyly.
        Next morning, I turned on my PC and went through my emails, and I noticed one from Alexa Walker.  What did she want? I wondered.  Surely she wasn’t expecting a repeat performance from me before she finally flew off to Chicago?

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I must apologise to those readers who use Apple for any delay they experienced in getting hold of Waterlines 10 - I'd placed a link to a competitor in the Apple version which they didn't like.  It's removed now, and I'll be sure not to let this happen again.

Until next time,
Best
Chrissie

Some more backgrounds to other stories....

A few weeks ago I described events which gave me the inspiration to write some of the stories in the Waterlines series.  Here are a few more.

Waterlines 4

Locked In
When we'd been married about eight years, my husband took a new job and there was a girl who took rather a shine to him.  The attraction was all one-way (I'm pleased to say).  One day, a security guard had made an honest mistake and had locked them into the office at midday, thinking that everyone was out at lunch.  She sidled up to him and whispered "We're alone at last..."  Luckily my husband explained to her that he didn't reciprocate her feelings, and that was the end of that.
But the incident gave me the material for this one... where the guy is flattered and is quite happy to develop the relationship. 

Pleasure In The Park
I had one job in London, in the early years of my career, where we had a sex-crazed secretary in her forties in our office.  And there was one solitary man, poor soul.  He was her number one target... and this is a little make-believe of what might have happened when the rest of us weren't looking.  By the way, the story about the City of London Police and their silly pranks round St Paul's Cathedral at midnight is perfectly true... although they probably don't do it now.  Everyone carries a camera these days.

Waterlines 5

A Sexy Young Widow
After An Accommodating Landlady, in Waterlines 3, readers asked me to write a sequel.  What could I do?  Here's what happened next....

Reunion Dinner
Another story from an old army friend - an episode similar to this actually happened outside a regimental dinner one evening, in the garden of the officers' mess.  I thought it might be more appropriate to re-tell it in the more intimate atmosphere of a dinner party.

Waterlines 6

Until Stella Returns
As a result of another request from readers who read Locked In in Waterlines 4, here's what happened next...

Waterlines 8

Behind the Castle Wall
Living in England, I am truly blessed with the number of castles, stately homes and other historic buildings I can visit - from my home, I am within reach of four of them in less than an hour's country walk.  Needless to say, there are always plenty of tourists round to visit them.  And the toilets get crowded; some people get very impatient and they just have to go where they can....

The Girl in the Room Next Door
My story about the hapless lodger in Oxford (begun in Waterlines 3, with An Accommodating Landlady) just wouldn't stop.  He had to get back in with Stella again - but things didn't work out quite the way he expected.

That's enough for today.  But we haven't finished yet - there's plenty more to come!

Whilst writing here, did you know that I also write in the Erotic Romance genre under the name Rachel Cray?  You can visit my site at http://www.rachelcray.com/ but the stories are quite different from those that I write as C.P. Waterman!

Best,
Chrissie

Waterlines 10

I spent the last three or four weeks putting the finishing touches to a novel that's in an entirely different genre from my usual comfort-zones, and writing under a different name.  On the whole, it wasn't a very enjoyable experience - the story was too dark - and I'm glad to get back to the kind of settings that I write about here.

So I'm very pleased to announce the publication of Waterlines 10 on Amazon Kindle and on Smashwords.  Links to other outlets will follow soon - but Lord Apple and Barnes & Noble like to read the dirty bits first before they approve them for sale.  Here's a sneak preview of a few lines from the book:

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Warning: these two stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports (golden showers) or oral sex, or aren't remotely curious, then please don't buy or read this book.

A Special Offer (5,600 words)
(A Sequel to “The Girl in the Room Next Door” in Waterlines 8)

When Colin and Fiona meet again at an unlikely place - a men's toilet - she arranges to keep in touch with him, and to help him find a new girlfriend.  But each of these girls have particular interests which coincide with Colin's own personal fetish.  The first girl to whom she introduces him turns out to be quite bizarre... he's not sure that he wants to meet any more like her.

Shut Your Eyes and Pretend (5,400 words)
(A sequel to “...And I’ll Show You Mine”, in Waterlines 2)

When Brian is moved out of his job, his girlfriend Jazz is most unhappy.  She hopes to attract Mike, his successor, and offers him lunchtime temptations in the woods near the office.  But she has a rival - Karen, an Alpha-Female who wants Mike all to herself, offering him similar sexual delights.  Mike is ambitious and is attracted to Karen for all the wrong reasons.  Someone is going to get unstuck....

EXTRACT:

        She sat next to me, and I tried to engage her in conversation.  “Jazz is short for Jasmine, I take it?” I began.
        “Yes, but Jasmine wasn’t my original name. It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you sometime.”
        “I can see you’re going to miss Brian.  But I’m sure you’ll still be able to see him at weekends.”
        “Not really.  He’s moving to London, and he reckons he’ll have to work most Saturdays.  It won’t be worth my travelling up there just for a few hours on Sundays.”
        It sounded as if their relationship was doomed.  I wondered how Brian felt about it.
        We continued talking in general, about her job, about other mutual acquaintances at the bank and, before we knew it, it was time to leave.  I hadn’t been counting, but I considered that Jazz must have downed four Martinis before switching to beer after Brian left, and she’d had three pints.
        “Are you coming?” I asked her as we all got up to leave.
        “I’ll be along in a minute,” she said.  “I just need to think.”
        I sat down again.  I could see she was close to tears.
        “I pleaded with Brian not to take the job.  But he’s so ambitious, and it’s a good step up for him.  I shouldn’t be so selfish.”
        Her eyes were red.  “I’m sure you’ll get over it.  Time is a great healer, you know.”
        “So they say.  All right, let’s get back.”
        We left together; when we were halfway there, she put her hand to her crotch.
        “I need a pee.  I should have gone while we were at the pub.”
        “Do you want to go back?”  I noticed her speech was slurred; the drink had taken its effect.
        “No.  I’ll go in the woods.  Nobody will see me there.  Are you coming?”
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I'm busy with a couple of stories for Waterlines 11 and I'm hoping to get that out by the end of October - if I can persuade my editor to give the draft a fair wind when it's finished... and get my designer to come up with a suitable cover for the work.

Best,
Chrissie

"Write About What You Know..."

Writers are always told, at the outset of their literary careers, to "write what you know".  That way, you're not going to get out of your depth.  That's good advice, as far as it goes.  I couldn't write a sci-fi novel that relied on a thorough knowledge of advanced rocket science.  But I can write about sex, because I have a little experience in that field (over forty years) and, more importantly, I enjoy it.

But today I want to deal with writing about who you know (or, more properly, whom you know).  Let's discuss some of my stories. 

Waterlines (the original unnumbered publication)

Pictures of Janet
I was on that army course with Janet, many years ago, and I watched the soldier getting turned on as he was taking pictures of her, posing with her legs spread to show off her underwear.  They went off one afternoon to the woods together - with his camera - and we never got to hear what happened.  That's the true part of the story; the rest is my guess....  But one thing honestly did happen at the end: the real Janet seduced an army chaplain (no kidding!) and was thrown out of the army soon after.

A Train Ride With Lorna.
I got this story from one of the other guys who happened to be travelling with the lucky pair - he was married to a friend of mine.  The fantasy part of my story takes over when the couple leave the compartment to look for a bed together.  The first part of the story really happened.

Waterlines 2

...And I'll Show You Mine
The names have been changed to protect the innocent; the girl in this story got drunk with me one evening and opened her mouth a little too much.  She was born Jewish, and had only slept with three guys - none of whom had been circumcised.  When she found one guy who revealed that he'd been circumcised, she got curious and made him an offer he couldn't refuse.  The rest is my fantasy.

Fun At The Bank
When I worked at a bank, I overheard a conversation between a couple over lunch in the staff room; they'd only just met.  He wanted it, and she wanted it.  My story takes over from that point, suggesting what might have happened.

Waterlines 3

An Accommodating Landlady
This story was created from something I read in the local newspaper; how a landlady seduced her new lodger.  It really did take place in Oxfordshire, but  I leave it to you to conjecture what else was fact, rather than fiction.  I don't want to risk getting sued.

Away From Home
I knew the leading lady in this story very well: she worked in the office next door to mine.  She was larger than life, was good at her job, but... oh, the adventures she had (some of which were corroborated by others).  She was totally obsessed with sex (sadly, her husband wasn't).  I met her in the street, some fifteen years after I left the department... and she will still surrounded by men. 


There'll be more commentaries next time about some of the other titles in this series.

Best,
Chrissie

At last... Waterlines 9 is out...

It's taken a while to get it finished, but at last Waterlines 9 is out.  As usual, there are two stories, and the delay in publication was caused by my Muse who wouldn't let the second story (Crazy Lady) finish - she wanted it to go on and on, but the characters had to stop somewhere along the line.
At the time of writing, Waterlines is only available on Amazon Kindle - in all its flavours (.com, .co.uk, .de, .fr, .it, and .es).  I hope to have it ready for Smashwords in the next day or two, and then it will be propagated to Apple, Barnes & Noble, Sony, Kobo and the rest by the end of August.

So here's the blurb:

Traffic (7650 words)

Jerry's secretary drives him to the firm's annual conference.  En route, they witness something which sexually excites him. Unexpectedly, his secretary offers him an outlet for relief and this leads to a new slant on their relationship. When he discovers major changes are imminent at his firm, how will this affect them?  Will they find a way to stay together?

Crazy Lady (6680 words)

After a short fling with a woman he met in a casual encounter, James is contacted by her friend who wants to date him too. She turns out to be strangely eccentric in her tastes for sexual activities; she intimates that she's hoping they may have a long future together.  But can James cope with the surprises this crazy lady brings - just in their first date? 

EXTRACT

     When I reached my room, I splashed my face with cold water.  Maybe a tepid bath will wake me up, I thought.  The dance doesn’t finish until one in the morning, and I’d still have time to return if I felt like it.
     I started running my bath and got undressed.  I didn’t rush; there didn’t seem to be any point.  I carefully folded my clothes, in case I wanted to wear them again immediately afterwards.
     ....
     I climbed in the bath; it was a little cooler than I had planned.
     There was a knock on the door, and a muffled voice.  I listened and heard the knock again.  “Jerry?  Are you in there?  Are you awake?”
     It was Tina.  I couldn’t find her downstairs at the dance, but she had found me now.
     I hauled myself out of the tub, put a towel round my waist and called out to her as I approached the door.
     “What happened?” I asked, opening the door and inviting her in.  “I looked everywhere for you, and couldn’t find you.”
     “I’m sorry, Jerry.  When I went to the ladies’ toilet, I met an old friend I hadn’t seen in years – she works for one of the offices in the north – and we had such a lot to talk about.  I came back into the hall to try and find you, and tell you what had happened, but you weren’t at our table.  So she and I went to the hotel foyer to talk, away from the noise at the dance.”
     I was frankly relieved that she hadn’t gone off with some other guy at the dance after we had lost each other.  I probably breathed a sigh of relief.
     “Anyway... what’s all this?” she gestured to my towel.  “Getting ready for bed?”
     “I was taking a bath.”
     “Without me?  We’ve got some unfinished business, you and I.”  She started undressing.  “Get in the bath.  I’ll be there in a minute.”
     “What do you have in mind?”
     “You’ll see.”
     She was in control, but I didn’t care.  I was tired and the worst for drink.  I took off my towel and got into the bath once more, and ran a little more warm water.
     “Turn it off.  You don’t need any more water.  I’m bringing some in with me,” she called.
     “What do you mean?”
     “It’s Playtime!” she giggled as she entered the bathroom, completely naked.  “I reckon I know how to get you so horny that you’ll want me to do this to you every day when we get back at the office.”
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I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

Best,
Chrissie

The Original Edition of Waterlines

Hello again!

At last, I'm pleased to announce that the contract for the original edition of Waterlines which bound me to Amazon Kindle has now expired.  As a result, I have just published it with Smashwords and this means that - sometime in the next two or three weeks - you can download your copy from Apple or Barnes & Noble, in addition to Smashwords, Sony, Kobo and Diesel.

I have to say that I'm relieved and very pleased about this - I doubt whether I shall ever bind myself to a restricted deal like this again.  It was an experiment, and all part of a writer's learning process.

Just in case you're wondering, I'm still working hard to get Waterlines 9 out as soon as possible - we're nearly there with the first draft, but it will need some heavy revision before I'm prepared to release it to the public.

Best
Chrissie

... and here's the first couple of pages of one story in the first issue, just to whet your appetite:

Pictures of Janet

by

C.P. Waterman

Copyright 2012 C.P. Waterman 2012

We were young soldiers – all just 18 or 19 years old, both men and women – we’d finished our basic training, and had been sent to a new camp where we were to be trained in office admin skills.  Before coming here, the girls had all trained together at their own camp and, by now, knew each other pretty well.  But most of us young men had come from other regiments – with an assortment of different badges and colours to our uniforms – and we had to take time to get to know one another.  The girls had to wear their hair up with their uniforms, in accordance with army regulations, and it was interesting to see them express their own individuality through the different styles they used to keep their hair off the collar.  By the end of the third day, we had all got the measure of each other; one of our number had already struck up a friendship with one of the girls in our class.

After his evening with his new girlfriend, we asked him all about her and whatever he could glean about the other girls.

“They all get on with each other, except for one,” he began.  “Janet – the tall blonde – is not very popular with the rest of them. She likes to show off her body, and has a range of expensive lingerie that she displays.  She’s more often undressed than dressed when she’s not working.  But that could just be the other girls being bitchy about her.”

“Do you think she’s a lesbian, out to attract other women?” we wondered.

“No.  Linda – my girl – reckons that Janet’s had plenty of boyfriends in the past, but she never keeps them for long.  Her sole topic of conversation with the others is how to attract men and get them turned on.”

We chuckled, recognising there might be an open opportunity for any one of us to make inroads with Janet.  She seemed a very well-spoken girl, self-confident and well-groomed.  She rarely smiled but, when she did, her face lit up and everything around her seemed brighter.  She had a kind of magnetism that was difficult to define; although people were initially attracted to her, she kept strangers at bay.  We agreed that it wasn’t shyness.  When I first met her, I wondered if she was out-of-place in our environment; her father was a doctor, and mother was a solicitor.  What was she doing learning to be an office clerk in the army?  Since the course was to last eighteen weeks, there should be plenty of time for us to find out all about each other.  The boys all looked forward to that prospect; I’m sure the girls did too.

The following day, I rang my sister at home to let her know how I had settled in.

“Look, Alan, with all those strangers on your course, why don’t you get out your camera?” she suggested.  “Whenever I meet a new bunch of people, it’s a great ice-breaker to start taking pictures of everyone.  And they can copy them and download them and send them off to their folks at home too.”

I thought it was a great idea.  I fished out my camera and got it ready to use the following day.

After lunch, we had half an hour to spare before the afternoon lessons began.  We were enjoying lovely weather that week in June and we assembled on the lawn outside the classroom, sprawling ourselves around in a lazy fashion.  I brought out my camera, and started taking pictures; there were plenty of smiles, and clusters of students wanted to pose in their own groups with pals from the course.  Not Janet.  She remained on the lawn, adopting a sultry posture; as soon as I pointed the camera in her direction, her thighs opened to reveal the tops of her stockings and her underwear.

I paused for a moment, hardly believing my luck, and moved to click some pictures of other people.  Fuck it, I thought.  She’s obviously inviting me to take pictures of her, so why not?  After each click, she altered her pose, flashing her legs in other directions.  And she changed her facial expression every time she moved.  She’s behaving like a real fashion model, I thought.  I don’t know how many pictures I took; I just couldn’t stop myself.

I looked round at the other students; the girls were embarrassed, and had engaged the guys in conversation in an effort to distract them from this wanton exhibitionism.

When I was taking snaps of the group, several of the students asked to see how their picture had turned out.  But not Janet; she wasn’t interested.  And I wasn’t going to show her poses to anyone else today.  I wanted them all for myself; I would examine them in my own privacy that evening.

During the afternoon session in the classroom, I found it difficult to concentrate; I was thinking only about Janet and her stocking-tops, and the pictures I would be enjoying all by myself that evening.  I’d have to find somewhere special where I wasn’t going to be disturbed.

After our evening meal, I downloaded all the pictures from my camera on to my laptop – apart from those of Janet, which were for me alone.  Anyone who wanted copies of pictures of themselves were welcome to them.  I was still waiting for Janet to ask me for copies of her poses.

We were required to do some preparation work for the following morning; I rushed through mine, and then considered where I could sneak away to view Janet’s pictures.

“We’re going off to the bar in a minute,” one of the students asked me.  “Are you coming?”

“No, I don’t think so.  Maybe I’ll catch up with you later.”  If he had an idea why I wasn’t inclined to come out, and what I wanted to do, he kept it to himself.

I reached for a book – one of Dan Brown’s thrillers – and buried myself in its fantastic world until the last man left the barrack room.

Then I grabbed the camera, copied Janet’s erotic portfolio on to a data stick, and carried my laptop to a quiet place where I wouldn’t be disturbed or discovered.

Waterlines 8 is now ready....

Waterlines 8 was published on Kindle yesterday - I didn't prepare a blog until it was up with Smashwords too.  Stories are in preparation for Waterlines 9, although their publication may be delayed because of time constraints with publishing schedules for other genres in which I write.

I hope you enjoy these stories.  Here are some details and - as usual - I have to provide the usual warning: these two stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports, golden showers, or oral sex - or aren't remotely curious - then please don't buy or read this book.

Behind the Castle Wall  (3940 words)
James and Martha meet unexpectedly whilst visiting a ruined castle and finding themselves attending to a call of nature together.  They find they have a mutual interest, apart from history, and later that afternoon find sexual and fetish fulfilment in the woods, away from the rest of their coach party. Sadly, Martha has to fly back home and they probably won't meet again. Ever.  Will this glorious day out they've enjoyed together have led to nothing?

The Girl in the Room Next Door (6375 words)
Sequel to "A Sexy Young Widow" in Waterlines 5. Colin is back in Fiona's home once more; his pal Leslie wants to move out of her lodgings, and he asks Fiona, his landlady, to take her in. Colin soon has misgivings; while he enjoys sex games with her, he soon realises why Leslie can't keep a man.  How is he going to extricate himself from this relationship?

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EXTRACT

        After we left the pub, there was half a mile of open country before Leslie and I reached the main village where both Fiona and Pam had their houses.  We hadn’t been walking far when she turned to me and said, “I wish I’d had a pee while we were at the pub.  I can’t wait until I get home.”
        “Let’s turn back to the pub, then,” I suggested.
        “No.  There are a couple of bushes over there.  I can hop behind them and take a leak.  Nobody will see me.  Do you need to go?  We could go together.”
        I looked up and down the road; there was nobody around.  I followed her to a cluster of bushes and we walked along a pathway behind them.  She sat back on the ground, opened her legs and pulled up her skirt to give me a second, more generous, look at her stockings and ample thighs; she pulled her panties to one side to reveal her slit, and opened her pussy lips.  Then she raised herself about an inch off the ground.
        “Did you just come to watch, like a perv, or did you want to pee too?”
        I had been spellbound by the delicious sight of her stockings and her private parts; I froze.  When she spoke, I snapped out of the trance and unzipped my fly, pulling out my cock.  Sadly, it had a mind of its own and its growing erection had blocked off my ability to urinate.
        “Can’t you go?” she asked, noticing my dick’s excited condition.  “I can – just watch!”  And she forced herself to pee as far as she could – easily two yards.  It came out of her body thick and fast, but it was over in less than ten seconds.
        I wasn’t interested in her athleticism; I was mesmerised by her pink pussy and, as she was finishing, the last remnants of her pee stream dripped lazily down on the path.  I had my hand tight round my thick cock and was rubbing it slowly.
        “You dirty man!” she laughed.  “Here, let me help you.  Bring it here.”  She didn’t get up; I walked across to where she was still sitting.  My erection was pointing at her face; she took it and placed it in her mouth.
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I think we've exhausted the possibilities of more thrills for Colin at his lodgings in Oxfordshire.  But I've left open the chance that he'll meet Fiona again....

On a different note, it's my birthday today - and thanks to those kind souls (especially at Goodreads) who sent me birthday greetings.

Best
Chrissie

Waterlines 7 now on sale

Hi, Readers!

Waterlines 7 has just been published on Amazon Kindle.  The other editions - for Smashwords, Apple, Barnes & Noble, etc. - will be out in a day or two.

Two more short stories.  Here's the blurb:
A Safe Place for the Night (5660 words)
Dining alone late in a restaurant, Tim witnesses an attempted robbery; he rescues Judy, sitting scared at the next table, and takes her home after the robbers give chase.  As they pass the hot night together on his bed, one thing leads to another and, although these total strangers may never bond, they connect for a brief few hours that Tim will remember forever.

Carol's List (4630 words) - a sequel to "Reunion Dinner" in Waterlines 5.
Carol and Jerry were lovers as students; five years later, they meet at a dinner party.  They feel an urge to pick up the strands of their relationship from where they left off and Carol drives them to her home when the party ends.  On the way, they have a traffic accident and are forced to continue on foot in the dark.  Carol has her own agenda; she has a list of things she wants to do, and now seems a good time to get started...
Here's a taster from A Safe Place for the Night - it's different from the one that appears in the page on the Kindle site.

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     We stepped into the shower together, and clasped each other’s bodies.  “Let’s pee against each other,” I suggested.  “I just want to feel you emptying your bladder on my leg.”  I pushed my thigh against her open crotch; in this position my balls were rubbing her thigh and my dick rested against her.
     “I’m ready,” she whispered.  “Shall we start?”
     I smiled and nodded.  She blinked, and rested her head against my chest.  And then I felt her heavenly pee running against my thigh, over my knee and trickling down my shin.  It was my turn. 
     My cock was already excited by the feel of her warm waters running over my skin, but I had to avoid getting an erection.  I pressed hard and concentrated; it took half a minute before I could release my stream against her.
     She moved her face up to meet mine; we kissed as we both peed.  It seemed as if we were conducting some kind of symbolic ritual, signifying some bond between us.  This was a memory that will stay with me to eternity, I thought, regardless of whatever else happens.
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I'm working on a sequel to A Safe Place which will probably appear in Waterlines 9.  Other work-in-progress includes a sequel to A Sexy Young Widow (in Waterlines 5) which I hope to include in Waterlines 8, and a longer story which is already nearly 10,000 words long and I may have to have it published separately.  Characters in stories are funny people; after I opened the story, I had a goal in mind but I gave the characters free rein to decide how they were going to reach my goal - and there was so much activity to describe in the storyline - and I didn't want to shorten or delete any of it - so it just ran and ran.  And I haven't finished it yet.  The problem here was that I had four people in the plot, and I normally only need two to write the story.  I don't want to make any more comment here, just in case I spoil it for you!

Until next time,
Best,
Chris

Waterlines 6 is out!

Hello, readers!

I'm very pleased to announce that Amazon Kindle now has Waterlines 6.  It's also at Smashwords and I hope to have it available with Apple, Barnes & Noble et al very soon.
There are two stories: 
Until Stella Returns is a sequel to Locked In, which appeared in Waterlines 4.   Mike is having a frantic time, having lost two co-workers in his office.  Then Margaret, one of the girls that he lost, suddenly returns to ask for her job back.  She also brings with her opportunities for the sex games they used to enjoy.  But the love of his life, Stella, is due to return from Dubai in four months' time, and there won't be room in his life for both women.  What's he going to do about it?
In the second story, Such Stuff as Dreams, Harry is blest with a sympathetic, caring secretary.  When he loses his girlfriend, she offers him a form of consolation beyond the call of duty; it's a win-win situation as she can act out her erotic watersports dreams with him.  But there's an age difference between them, and she doesn't want a relationship.  Can they come to some kind of arrangement?  Here's a short taster:

        “Now for that hand-job,” she said as she turned to face me.
        I had my back to the street; she felt my stiff cock.  “I haven’t held one of these for a long time,” she grinned.  “It’s wet with my pee, isn’t it?”
        “Are you happy about this?” I asked, conscious of her intoxicated state.  I wouldn’t want to be in trouble for taking advantage of an intoxicated co-worker - least of all, my own secretary.
        “This isn’t going to work,” she said after she had rubbed me gently a couple of times.  “Hold me close, and stick your cock between my legs.”  She pulled up the front of her skirt, and I began to thrust my hips against her panties covering her crotch.  She matched my rhythm, and I called to mind the sight of her pee jet zapping out of her pussy a few moments earlier.
        Although Penny was shorter than me, her heels brought her head almost up to mine and, when I bent myself low to fit my dick between her thighs, our faces were touching; I was gasping into her ear, for I knew my orgasm was approaching.  The head of my dick felt that delicious, painful throb that warned me of the impending thrill.
        And it came, sooner than I expected.  I held Penny tight as it shot out at her and then trickled down her thighs.
        “Was that good?” she whispered.
        “No,” I answered.  “That was fucking wonderful.”
        “We’ll do it again on Saturday.  That’s something else you can look forward to.”

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Now to fish around for some ideas to write a couple of stories for Waterlines 7....

Best,
Chris

Waterlines 5 is now available

Hello again!

Waterlines 5 has just been published on Amazon Kindle and on Smashwords.  I am hoping to have Waterlines 2, 3, 4 and 5 available on Apple iBooks and on Barnes & Noble Nook early in June.  The first issue (just called Waterlines, without a number) is currently only available with Amazon Kindle due to an exclusivity agreement, but this expires in July and I'm hoping it will become generally available through all main distributors by the end of that month.

Waterlines 5 follows the usual pattern and contains two short stories.  The first, Reunion Dinner, comes entirely from my own imagination although I am pretty sure that the events described must have really happened to a couple at some time in the past.  And the second story, A Sexy Young Widow, is a sequel to an earlier story I wrote called An Accommodating Landlady, which features in Waterlines 3.  Although all the loose ends were tied up by the end of the story, I left one element in the plot begging to be somehow  brightened; I was unable to do anything about it in this narrative, but I may revisit this situation in another story.

In the meantime, I have begun a story for Waterlines 6... and have left my other work-in-progress on the shelf for another few weeks....

Finally, here's a little taster for Reunion Dinner in Waterlines 5:

 We were just finishing our studies; a mutual friend had invited us to a party, and the guy who had promised us a lift back to our college residence had forgotten about us.  We had to walk three miles along an unwinding, flat road in the dead of night with only a full moon and a wealth of stars to guide us. 

Announcing that she needed to pee, she attempted to squat but – because of the amount of drink she’d had earlier – she was unsteady on her feet.

“You could stand and go,” I suggested.  “Spread your thighs apart and let it happen.”

She pulled up her long evening dress, opened her legs and moved her underwear to one side, exposing her crotch.  Leaning forward to look at her pussy, she announced, “I can’t go.”

I knelt on the ground and, in the moonlight, allowed myself a ringside view of her genitalia.  Carol and I had been together for four months, and had made love several times, but this was the first time I’d watched her pee.  And watching women pee was an old fetish of mine: a fetish that would never go away.  My dick was getting hard.  “You don’t mind, do you?” I asked, unzipping my fly.

“You want to go too?” she asked.

“No.  I want to jerk off while I watch you pee.”  I began stroking myself, unable to take my eyes off her slit.  “Relax and take your time, Carol.  We’ve got all night.”

 

Best

Chris

C.P. Waterman

Waterlines 4 is out!

Hello again!
The latest in the series of Waterlines - Waterlines 4 - is now available on Amazon Kindle, price $2.99 (or GBP or Euro equivalent).  Just click on the image on the right hand margin.
Here's a quick look at the sales blurb:

Locked In
Mike is sexually frustrated while his girlfriend is away on a long assignment in Dubai.  He harbours a secret - a secret little magazine - which provides the release he needs until his girl returns.  Then Margaret enters his life, and offers him everything that the pictures in the magazine contain.  Is she too good to be true?   

Pleasure in the Park
When Sue comes to work alongside Frank, she brings a new thrill to his sexual life.  While she is happy to indulge him in his very personal fetish, she has an insatiable appetite with private tastes of her own.  But she doesn't intend to stay around for too long.  How long will she be there for him to provide the intense excitement he craves - an excitement that he's unwilling to ask any other woman to provide?

And here's an extract from Locked In:

        About half an hour before we were due to finish work, I thought we’d just have time for me to show Margaret some confidential charts on the walls in the security room down the corridor.  The security room was always locked, and the charts were covered by drapes to hide their contents from the prying eyes of window cleaners and other people passing by, outside the building.
        Stupidly, I left the key in the door on the outside when we entered the room.  After twenty minutes, when we had finished discussing the charts, we turned to go back to our own office.  But the security room door was locked.  Someone must have seen the key in the door and had taken it away.
        “We’re locked in,” I said.  And there was no phone in the security room for us to call for help.
        “Alone... at last,” Margaret smiled.  “It would be a pity to waste the opportunity.”
        Before I could tell her to stop being crazy, she pulled off her top, and dropped her skirt.  She was wearing black lingerie and stockings; I took one look at the gorgeous curves on her ass and weakened.  “Quick!” I called.  “Come away from the window!”
        She pushed herself against me, leaning her head against my face.  I smelt her stunning scent again, and was mesmerised.  “Put your hands over me,” she whispered.  “Anywhere you want.”
        I clutched her waist, and kissed her soft shoulder.
        “If you go down on me, I’ll give you something you’ll never forget,” she said, grasping my hand and putting it over her pussy.  “I’m wet, and I want you.”
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When writing Locked In, I became rather attached to the character of Margaret, and would love to see her back in another story at some stage in the distant future.  There has to be much more to her than I had space to convey this time.

Readers of the two stories in Waterlines 3 will remember the story of An Accommodating Landlady.  Colin is sent to work in Oxfordshire and lodges with a lady who provides some special sexual entertainment; the landlady has to leave suddenly and arranges for him to lodge with a neighbour.

Ever since I had that story published, the new landlady has been screaming at me to write a story about her - she appears to enjoy the same sexual proclivities as Colin's previous landlady, although the storyline isn't going to be just more of the same.  I haven't even put down the first word yet, but this character is so persistent in my mind - my muse has been waking me up at three in the morning to remind me that she's next on the list!  So I have earmarked the first story in Waterlines 5 for her.  Watch this space!

I've also written a single story - Sibling Rivals - which is available on Kindle at 99 cents, but is free of charge at Smashwords.  I have asked Amazon Kindle to reduce the price to "free", and am still waiting.  One reviewer considered the story wasn't quite complete; I struggled when writing the final paragraphs of this one, as the hero wanted to be rid of the two sisters but one of them was hoping for a sequel.  So I left the end of the story open-ended.  And I'm still thinking about her - and waiting for inspiration from Muse.  She may yet return....

Although I'm just starting Waterlines 5, I have an increasing backlog - in my other "incarnations" or pseudonyms, I have one erotic romance (30,000 words) still to complete, as well as two serious historical novels (each of 60,000 words) to revise  

Best,
Chris

C.P. Waterman

Waterlines 3 Published Today....

I published Waterlines 3 today - following the established format, it carries two short stories, both in the watersports sub-genre.  Please click on the link in the right hand margin for further details and to purchase (just $2.99).  As usual, I have to insert the caveat: if you don’t like this kind of writing, please don’t buy it and please don’t read it!  (Warning: one story contains a microscopic helping of anal sex).

I’ve already started the first story for Waterlines 4 - one of the main characters has been screaming at me for months to get her story written.  But the second story may take a little longer to get down; although the central character is fully-formed in my mind, my Muse won’t dictate the words to me.  Muse is more concerned to get another story completed in the other genre in which I write - erotic romance - which I began writing in January this year.  However, the stories for the Waterlines series have been tumbling out of my head so fast and demanded to be published as quickly as they could get past my proofreader and my editor, pushing their way in front of everything else I had lined up as work-in-progress.

Here’s a sneak preview of a portion of Away From Home, one of the stories in Waterlines 3. 

I should explain that Maureen is the boss of Danny, the hero, and:

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Maureen flirted with everyone: with the men in her team, with her boss, with the suppliers that we worked with, and even with a select few of the staff at the departments that we visited.  It could be an embarrassment sometimes, but everyone took it in good heart.  She got away with it simply because she was good at her job, had professional contacts everywhere and was well-thought of, despite her eccentricity.  And, although she had just hit her 40th birthday, she was extremely good-looking; her blonde hair, bubbly voice and sparkling eyes gave her the confidence to brighten up any office that she entered.

When we were all busy in the office, our desks grouped round the room in a horseshoe shape, Maureen would suddenly look up and open up a general conversation on all kinds of topics, most of which were sexually-related.

“I wonder why a girl can’t pee when she has her boyfriend’s dick inside her.”

“Why is it O.K. to talk in public about men masturbating, but it’s taboo to talk about women doing it?  We all know that we do it, so what’s the big secret?”

“Wouldn’t it be useful if women could stand and pee like men into a urinal like they have in the men’s toilet?  Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long outside the ladies’.”

Needless to say, there were some team members who had answers.  One guy, a recent graduate, insisted that his girlfriend was able to urinate while they made love; it just took a bit of practice.  And one of the girls in the team insisted she had seen a urinal in a public toilet for women in Stockholm, and had seen a lady standing to use it, with her skirt hitched up.  Life in the office was never dull, but it took a bit of getting used to.

There was a joke circulating in the office that you didn’t want to be away from your desk whenever Maureen was there because you might miss another of her gems – and, if you were lucky, you might actually be in a position to provide an authoritative and entertaining contribution to the conversation.

It wasn’t long before Maureen approached me.  “We’re needed in Preston next week.  We’ll be away two nights, Tuesday and Wednesday.  Are you O.K. with that?”

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The original Waterlines was published on Amazon Kindle under an exclusive contract which expires on July 4 this year.  I plan to publish Waterlines 2 and Waterlines 3 very soon on Barnes & Noble Nook and on Apple iTunes.  Watch this space!  Also, I'm looking at the possibility of publishing the Waterlines series as audiobooks - my brother wants to provide the voice, but I'm not sure whether my American public will tolerate listening to erotic stories told in a British accent!

I hope you enjoy these stories.  Don’t forget - I need all your feedback!

Best,

Chris

Waterlines 2 has been published...

I'm pleased to announce the publication of Waterlines 2 today, with two erotic short stories containing elements in the watersports/golden showers sub-genre.  I realise that some people might find it distasteful, but I've corresponded on the Web with more than a thousand people over the years who enjoy watersports as part of their sex lives.

You can just click on either of the links in the right-hand column to download Waterlines or Waterlines 2 from Amazon Kindle.  They're only $2.99 each.  If you live in UK, delete the .com part of Amazon's URL and substitute .co.uk

Here's a dip into one of the stories in Waterlines 2:

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        The next day was even warmer.  Half an hour before I was due to break for lunch, Jazz came up to me and suggested we go for a walk in the woods again.  “Bring your sandwiches.  We can have a picnic.”
        Since leaving the office the previous evening, I had given little thought to the earlier walk in the woods.  My wife’s sex drive had tailed off recently and I had suppressed my urges.  And now Jazz had offered me an opportunity to indulge in mutual stimulation; it wasn’t proper sex, I reasoned, so what harm would it do?
        We walked through the woods, taking a different path from yesterday, and we came to a large clearing.  There, someone had placed about a dozen stones, standing in a circle, rather like a prehistoric temple; the stones were only about two feet high but the place felt quite magical.
        “Let’s go in the centre of the circle and have our picnic,” she smiled.
        We sat down together and ate our sandwiches.
        “This is almost like re-enacting a pagan ritual, having a midday feast here, isn’t it?”
        “I was thinking just the same thing,” I agreed.
        “Almost like a fertility rite.”
        “I think someone has had a similar idea already.”  I pointed to a used condom, discarded at the foot of one of the standing stones.
        “That’s making me... a bit horny,” she chuckled.  “Do you want to do some more of... you know, what we did yesterday?”
        I smiled and stayed silent.
        She giggled.  “You do, don’t you?  You just don’t want to admit it.”
        The atmosphere was subdued as we continued to eat; it was as if we both knew that we were about to have some kind of sex act together, and the stillness enabled us to get emotionally and mentally prepared.  I wondered if it presaged some kind of change in our relationship; as a married man, I had never had such intimacy with another woman.  The anticipation carried a thrill that I couldn’t describe.
        When we had finished eating, we stood in the middle of the stone circle; she moved close to me and put her hands round my waist.  “It’s too public here,” she whispered.  “Let’s go somewhere quiet where we won’t be disturbed.”
        She led us to a clump of trees, away from any footpath.
        “I want to run my fingers through the hairs on your balls again.  And you can touch me down there... like you did yesterday.”

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Waterlines 3 is in preparation.  Warning: There's a strong possibility that an element of anal sex may be included in one of the stories.

I hope you enjoy Waterlines and Waterlines 2.  And I want all the feedback I can get - so please feel free to contact me at any time.  I am always seeking to improve on quality here....

 Best,
C.P.W.

Welcome to my new blog!

Welcome to my new blog!
Today is April 15, 2012 - and I've only just created my presence on the Web.

My first couple of short stories are up on Amazon Kindle - Waterlines - and you can click here to see it.

I've just written the first draft of Waterlines2 and, as soon as my editor and proof-reader have had a chance to get their hands on it and do their business, it'll be up on the web for you to download.

And... in the meantime... I'll be making a start on Waterlines3.

So far, all the stories have contained an element of watersports (that's defined as "sexualized urination" in a recent board I read!).  Waterlines3 will have more watersports and... some anal sex.  I hope you enjoy it!
I need all the feedback I can get... don't be shy to write to me!

Best,
C.P.