EROTIC FICTION Competition: Read the X-RATED story here & enter YOUR version of the climax
YOU decide how you want Scantilly's erotic adventure to end
COULD YOU write a Fifty Shades of Grey blockbuster? Read the rude start to the new Scantilly story here and then enter the competition to have YOUR version of the ending published and win sexy lingerie from Scantilly by Curvy Kate plus a £150 gift card.
 
How hard can it be - excuse the pun - to write a best selling sex book like Fifty Shades of Grey?
Scantilly by Curvy Kate is giving you the chance to give it a go.
 
The lingerie brand for the fuller cup has teamed up with legendary imprint Mills & Boon to release the Scantilly Tales.
Scantilly Tales is a series of steamy short stories following a sexy female character as she receives six seductive packages from a mysterious figure.
To take part, fans will be asked to use their writing prowess to submit the remainder of the sixth story and to ultimately decide how the sexy series will end.
SCROLL DOWN TO READ THE FIRST TWO TALES
 
EROTIC FICTION Competition: Read the X-RATED story here & enter YOUR version of the climax
Entries will be judged by an expert panel including a best-selling Mills & Boon author Heidi Rice.
Scantilly Tales will be published as a free special Valentine’s edition e-book – potentially featuring YOUR winning climax – by Mills & Boon.
The winner will also receive fabulous lingerie sets from the new Scantilly range plus a Figleaves gift card worth £150.
The sixth story will be published online on Saturday November 14. 
READ THE FIRST TWO TALES NEXT
PLEASE FIND DETAILS OF HOW TO ENTER THE COMPETITION AND READ THE REST OF THE STORIES IN THE END CREDITS
 
EROTIC FICTION Competition: Read the X-RATED story here & enter YOUR version of the climax
YOU decide how Scantilly's erotic adventure will end...
WARNING: CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT
SCANTILLY: Monday
       I gaze in wonder. It’s magic lingerie, I swear. In the hallway mirror I see my perfections rather than the usual. I’m glad nobody can hear my thoughts. I look amazing. It’s not just that – it’s scandalous how I feel. I wish I could show someone, to label it hot would be far too cold. 
       It began earlier when a courier rang my doorbell at 7.15am. Though awake and dressed, it was pre-coffee and I grumbled to myself as I went to answer it. Yet my face transformed at the sight of a parcel wrapped in ribbons. I beamed at the yellow-uniformed man, gave him my sweetest ‘thank-you’ and carried the gift inside. 
       I untied it and before the ribbons had unfurled over my oak kitchen table, I’d removed the lid. My eyes widened at the material sleeping inside. Shimmering like mist over water was a tempting black satin interlaced with a semi-transparent mesh. Then the centre-piece, a glittering rose-gold island, an ornate charm etched with an enigmatic ‘S’ that mesmerised my wits.
       In a trance, instinctively, my hands submitted to the two-piece’s allure. It was perfect. I adore sexy lingerie but I’d never seen anything like it. I lifted the acquiescent briefs and gasped pleasure. I should have left for work but accepted the inevitable lateness without thought.
In the kitchen, I undressed. I needed to see it on. Immediately. The touch as it fitted my skin was softly caressing, stirring and exciting. Eyes closed, I lightly traced my fingers along the fabric sensing satin first and then mesh; before last, the cut-out in the briefs where I reached my own exposed skin. I was in danger of getting carried away. 
 
 In front of the mirror, I gape. It is flawless ... I am. I can’t turn away or take it off but I have to leave for work. I keep it on. It’s not a decision, already it’d be like removing my skin.  I re-dress, replacing my flats with heels. Monday has looked up. 
       Only when I’m about to leave do I notice the card on the floor. I haven’t even thought about it. I pick it up:
       Peek-A-Boo! 
       x
       Who could have sent it? I am intrigued, I confess. 
       The thing is, now is not the time. This is for me and about me. I walk out feeling euphorically sinful. 
       Today, I’m Peek-a-Boo.
 
SCANTILLY: Tuesday
       It’s 7.15am again. I’m awake going through mundane morning routines. The doorbell rings. Could it happen again? 
       It does. The same courier as yesterday receives the same sweet smile. I grab the package, thank him, dart inside on bare tiptoes, place the box on the table and pause to gaze at its ribboned symmetry. Next, I remove the lid (slowly) and it makes a glorious whoosh as I prize it open. 
       I let the sumptuous vision bathe my sore, tired eyes. It is a dream given shape. Leopard-print adorns the cups while a black frill naughtily dances the edges. I am a coiled spring as I notice the complementary coal black waspie and suspenders. They purr, resting, waiting for me. 
       I read the note first this time – delaying my gratification. 
       Pounce?
       x
       Who sent you?
        I stalk the lingerie with my hands, folding the briefs over my fingers sensing the shadowy latticework. I step into them without thought and the reverie begins. A promise of decadence, I fasten the waspie – it tenderly clinches – and hook the suspenders. My skin trembles.   
 
EROTIC FICTION Competition: Read the X-RATED story here & enter YOUR version of the climax
Last, I slide into the lingerie and it is like slipping into a cloud. I step over to the mirror, admiring the cute bows, and could almost believe the rose-gold centre-piece etched with an S is the source of an enchantment. I eye myself for far too long. 
       Eventually, I leave for work and on the bus spot Ben, a graphic designer who freelances for my company. I sit with him and catch-up amid the melee of morning noise. I try to pay attention but the lingerie has a hold on my memory and imagination – it is all I can think and feel. It has beguiled my wits and my mind wanders to scenarios unfit for a commuter bus. The word ‘Pounce’ echoes silently in my head like a mantra.
       Suddenly Ben nudges me and with a slightly worried face, asks:
       “You okay? You’re looking a little flushed.”
       “I’m fine,” I say, readjusting to reality. “Just a little warm and tired. Late night, you know me?”
       “I do,” he answers and then adds softly, “better than you think.” 
       There’s something in how he says it, in the deep gravel of his voice, in the blue gleam of his eyes, something suggestive. 
       “Do you, now?” I reply coolly, a little mocking, and stare out the window with a smile. 
 
To find the continuing stories from Wednesday to Saturday, please go to: www.scantilly.com/tales/
The final Scantilly Tale will be published on Saturday November 14.
Readers will be able to submit teh ir own closing chapter btween November 14-28 and decide who is our heroine's secret admirer and what she is going to do with – or TO – him.
On November 14 we will also be publishing Mils & boon author Heidi Rice's exclusive tips on how to write an erotic best-seller.
For more information on Scantilly lingerie go to: www.scantilly.com .

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