Heather Kinnane
Bio
Author of bite-sized steamy romance and erotica. She/Her. For longer works check out my website: http:heatherkinnane.com/books.
Stories (129/0)
My Best Friend's Brother
“I can’t believe the two of you still have sleepovers. I thought you were twenty-three, not thirteen!” Bradley’s broad frame almost filled the doorway, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he smirked at Madison and I, sitting up in Madison’s bed, snacks gathered around us as we set up to watch a movie.
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
Forbidden Desire
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” The young woman behind the screen had a sweet voice, familiar somehow. “And how have you sinned, my child?” The Bishop was young for his post, newly appointed to such a high rank, and was proud of his position.
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
Leaving His Mark
“The written word is exotic.” His breath was hot in my ear as he traced words on my back with the barest touch of a finger. “There is magic in writing. Words have power. Why else did the magic-makers of old know their letters, and no one else, hmm?”
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
A Submissive Side
“Ask a man to build you some steps for the back door and twelve months later it’s still not done. Casually mention you’d like him to tie you up and dominate you and he’s turned the shed into a BDSM dungeon within the hour!” Lara handed Miriam her cup of tea.
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
How to Please a Goddess
The press of his feet vibrated through the Earth. He walked carefully, aware of his surroundings. A shiver of desire travelled Etain’s spine as she caught his scent on the wind and she wondered how his bare skin would feel beneath her lips.
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
Sally Loves Cock
Sally loved cocks. She loved the way they pulsed to life under her touch, from some sort of soft vulnerable creature to something hard, proud and strong. She loved the paradox of a cock — that no matter how hard it got, it was still encased by the silkiest of soft skin. She loved the way the veins stood out; she loved tracing them with her finger, seeing how the softest of her touches could excite a man.
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
Mile High
“…the seatbelt sign has now been switched off; you are free to walk around the cabin…” Macy undid her belt, shifting in her seat so she could get closer to her husband. “You know what I’d like to do right now?” she whispered directly into Sandy’s ear, keeping her voice soft and low to pull his attention from the Captain’s message.
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
Shared Sexual Fantasies
The doorbell rang, and Stella glanced at the clock; 2 pm, she had a few hours yet. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, though it did little to quell the rising nerves. She was about to do something she’d never believed she would, and now excitement mixed with terror. What if she hated it?
By Heather Kinnaneabout a year ago in Filthy
