Heather Kinnane
Bio
Author of bite-sized steamy romance and erotica. She/Her. For longer works check out my website: http:heatherkinnane.com/books. And if you like my work, you can buy me coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/heatherkinnane
Stories (140/0)
A Surprise Lover for All Hallows
Whitney slunk away from the party. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, the people too much. Though she loved dancing, she’d felt claustrophobic trapped amongst the horde of writhing sweating bodies, all bumping up against her as they moved around the dance floor.
By Heather Kinnane5 months ago in Filthy
One Hot Halloween
Liane loves her figure hugging ‘sexy-witch’ costume. With a dab of bright red lipstick she’s been invincible all night, fully aware of the eyes watching her as she dances around the room. Especially Mason’s. She’s certain he’s never looked at her that way before. It’s the best confidence booster she’s ever had.
By Heather Kinnane6 months ago in Filthy
Sexy Snippets Vol 2
TEMPTATION When he came, he withdrew. She gloried every time in the warm, sticky cum that spurted over her abdomen and breasts. But for all the joy it gave her, there was sorrow too. She longed to be filled with his seed. To feel the warmth of his essence mingle with her own.
By Heather Kinnane6 months ago in Filthy
Three's a Party
Dinner had been eaten, wine drunk, dessert devoured. The conversation had been friendly and flirty, as Olivia attempted to get to know Mason and Connor. She always believed in fitting as many experiences into her life as she possibly could, and seizing opportunities as they arose, in case they never arose again. Mason and Connor were two men she’d picked up online, mates who were keen for a fuck and didn’t mind sharing.
By Heather Kinnane6 months ago in Filthy
What She Likes
He approaches from behind, slipping a blindfold over her eyes. She smiles. She knows it is him. She knows it from his smell; his aftershave barely covering his own musky scent, and his touch; the rough callous on his index finger that brushes across her forehead as he settles the blindfold in place.
By Heather Kinnane6 months ago in Filthy
A Surprise for Christmas
‘There’s a parcel coming.’ Archie’s voice rang with excitement. ‘An enormous parcel.’ Lucy smiled. ‘You don’t have to send me anything. You know I only want you — home safe and sound.’ She closed her eyes to focus on the sound of his voice. She lived for these moments, counting down the seconds between calls, her heart soaring when an unexpected text message came through, or a postcard appeared in the mail.
By Heather Kinnane8 months ago in Fiction
