The Modesty Ablaze Diaries

BIO:
Katie Ellison lives in London with her husband of over 30 years. For the past two decades she has kept a personal diary of their “open relationship” which has steadily evolved from occasional lovers and affairs, into a shared swinging and hotwife lifestyle. She has recently published three short stories of excerpts from those private diaries as “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries” and regularly blogs about her continually evolving relationships and experiences at www.modestyablaze.comTheJourney400

KATIE SAYS:

My husband and I have always enjoyed a wonderfully loving, open and sexually adventurous relationship. We tried most things together and regularly enjoyed evenings of play and fun. Our love for each other was complete and never in question.And yet, I still strayed. Un-expected, un-planned . . . something I never thought I (of all people) would, or could, ever do. And yet it happened. Lunchtime coffees with a work colleague, turned into evening meals, turned into . . .
Someone else liked me! Wanted me! Aroused me! Excited me! I couldn’t help myself . . . even the complete feelings of guilt and shame in the aftermath, couldn’t stop me. I enjoyed it, I wanted it, I needed it.My husband insists he suspected / knew right from the start . . . but for several months said nothing. Our own sex (after my “meetings”) were passionate and more fulfilling than ever. And with pangs of guilt the next morning, I would tell myself I would stop my affair, I didn’t need it, it was wrong, it was immoral.

But I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t say no, I couldn’t refuse, I couldn’t deny it . . .
. . . just as I couldn’t deny it the day my husband confronted me with “the question”.

I thought it would shatter our world. I thought it would be the end of our marriage, that we’d have an explosive argument, floods of tears and abuse. But INSTEAD my husband told me he LOVED it . . . he LOVED the fact that I could experience the excitement and thrills of sexual adventure and pleasure with another man.

That day changed our lives . . . it made us each better people . . . and it made our relationship EVEN stronger and more loving and more fulfilling than either of us could ever have imagined.

That day was over 20 years ago!!! The different months and years (and yes different lovers) since have been a wonderful and incredible adventure . . . and new chapters continue to open before us.

I hope my Diaries may not only be read as just a record of some of the events and wonderful adventures that my husband and I have experienced . . . but ALSO serve as an inspiration for people to understand that to express one-self, to completely open-up and admit all those inner sexual desires and emotions and fantasies . . . is simply a healthy and basic part of human nature!!!

Oh . . . and just so you know, YES the Cover Picture on each of my three books IS actually me.

EXTRACT from “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries – Part 3 – The Balcony”

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“ . . . at least everything is new and easy to operate in his kitchen. I set-up the oven and then laid out the table . . . it actually wasn’t very long before he arrived, looking surprised . . . and pleased as we embraced. His hands quickly slid under the hem of the robe at the back and he cupped my bottom cheeks as we kissed again. He asked if he had time for a shower and I followed him into the bathroom and helped him undress between more kissing and fondling. I stood and watched as he showered and talked about his meeting and the reason it had over-ran.

He always seems completely unconcerned about being naked and we walked along the corridor back to the kitchen with him still drying himself and talking on. He did actually wrap the towel around his waist before accepting the glass I handed him, and then walked out onto the balcony as I checked the progress of the meal.
“Won’t be long, about 15 minutes” I told him, feeling quite happy with myself that I was organising things so well. I joined him at the railings, looking down at the river. Even as high up as we were, there was very little breeze, it was still warm and, of course, being early evening, still completely light.

We chatted on, pausing as he stepped back to the kitchen to top-up our glasses whilst I continued to admire the view.

“I love it looking down on everything from here. You are so lucky” I told him as he returned. He handed me my glass and cuddled in behind me, kissing my neck and ear.

“I know I’m very, very lucky” he said as he continued to kiss, and then nibble at my ear.

As he slid his arms around me further, I realised he didn’t have his glass . . . and . . . didn’t have his towel either!

“You can’t stand out here without anything on!” I laughed. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip through the robe . . . and then as he adjusted his position and lifted the robe slightly, I felt it bare against my skin.
I shook and twisted “Vince, you’re naked. Someone will see!!!” His erection was rubbing over my bottom cheeks and then stopped, resting erect between my cheeks as he pressed me gently against the railing and I stopped my squirming.

“No one can see, they’d have to have telescopes from across the river” he answered.
To the left of us, his sun-seat with a canvas back and canopy, did obscure the rest of the building, and the design of the apartments to the right of us meant there was only a wall. But as I looked over I could clearly see the balcony below and to the left of us. They were both empty, but if we could see down someone would be able to see up if they did come out.

He’d opened my robe at the front now though, and as he continued kissing my neck, and telling me that nobody else was home, his hands were squeezing at my breasts. I turned my head back to accept his request to “kiss”, and knew I was moaning as his tongue slipped over mine and the palm of his hands were scraping over my nipples. They were already hard and tingling, but as he pinched at them gently and then slid one hand down over my tummy, I felt them getting harder and my skin stretching and tingling.

“Vince !!!,” I was trying to protest and twist my hips again . . . but as I twisted he adjusted too, pulling back from me slightly and then pushing forward and I felt him sliding between my legs and rubbing against my lips. I’d completely lost my resistance now, the fingers of one of his hands was rubbing over me whilst I clamped my own hand over the fingers of his other hand which was sliding across my chest and squeezing from one breast to the other. I lifted up on my toes and pushed my hips back and felt him guiding himself into my, now soaking wet . . .

My robe was now completely open at the front and I could feel the handrail of the balcony against my chest with my boobs resting over it as he pushed and rocked me from behind. I had to let go of his hand and grip the handrail with my free hand whilst I struggled to hold onto my glass with the other. He stopped his rocking and reached over to take the glass from me and leant down to put it on the floor next to us. He pushed forward against me again and slid straight back inside without me having to adjust myself at all”.
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Read more of “The Balcony” . . . and all of Katie’s books from her Authors pages at:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Katie-Ellison/e/B008FRJ966/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/modestyablaze
And find out more about Katie from her blog at: http://modestyablaze.com/
Twitter at: https://twitter.com/ablazingmodesty
Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/BlazingModesty
Google Plus at: https://plus.google.com/u/0/107262669170642044502/posts
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Goodreads at: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/506483139?utm_medium=api&utm_source=flash_widget

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