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About the author:
Are you looking for a story that would burn your cheeks red for shame if your friends, family, coworkers knew you had read it? I write that. Short erotica and erotic fantasies: you want ’em, I’ve got ’em! Have a look at my titles, beginning with my current series, A Fresh Touch. I hope you find them a thoroughly scandalizing good time! Disclaimer: all Janet Lynn erotic titles contain explicit material suitable for mature audiences only.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve always had a naughty bent! Once I had started writing, it occurred to me that it would be a lot of fun to start putting some of my own fantasies down onto paper. So in this trilogy you get three of those–a massage-room fantasy, an office sex scene, and a rough bedroom scene. Enjoy!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I would certainly be open to exploring the possibilities.” He reached a hand up to sweep gently across my cheek, find my hair, and tuck it back behind my ear, then brought his fingers down softly beneath my chin, leaning in for a kiss. My mouth watered to feel his soft lips on mine, take in his scent, his taste. I closed my eyes and leaned in, heart beating fast–
And slumped forward over his stool. He caught me by the arms, holding me up, chuckling softly. “Oh, no, Hannah,” he said, his voice now thick and deep. “It’s not that easy anymore. I’m in charge now, remember?”
Now moisture kissed the lips beneath my sweatpants. Fuck. He had flipped that switch again, whatever it was. He was a beautiful boy, nice enough to look at when he smiled and laughed–but he was quickly becoming my master when he decided to be a man. “Ok,” I whispered. “You’re in charge, Jackson. What’ll we do about that?”
“Well, first off, lovely enough though your kitchen counter has been, I want to see your bedroom.” He stood, pulling me to my feet with him. My head swam with a drunked rhapsody that had little to do with the Merlot. Taking my hands in his, he began to lead me away from the bar.
“No, wait,” he said, pausing. “On second thought, you should lead.”
“Ok,” I said, heart beating a little faster. He would be behind me. Would he spank me again?
“No,” he said. I stopped walking. “You should lead naked.”
Oh fuck. His voice had taken a firm tone of command, and I wanted to do anything, anything at all, so long as it was exactly what he told me to do. I pulled the zipper down from my autumn jacket and tossed it to the floor along with my tank top, revealing my bare breasts. Then I took the waist of my sweatpants in my hands to pull them down, my back still to him.
“Slowly,” he said.
The AC came on and I shivered a little as my nipples began to harden. It might have been the cold air. It might have been something else. As slowly as I could, I pushed the waist of my pants down my thighs, down to my knees, bending over, spreading my legs ever so slightly, and pushed them all the way to my ankles. I stood like that a moment, letting him inspect my ass. The ass he had claimed.
“Now,” he said, his voice growing more ragged, but still in control. “Get down on all fours. I want you to crawl.”
“Like an animal?” I whispered over my shoulder. Even saying the words made me wet.
“Like a whore,” he said. “My whore, remember? Get down.”