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About the author:
C. L. Porter writes steamy contemporary romance and erotica. She is that reserved woman who prefers sitting in the corner with a good book to talking with other people. When she’s not writing, she’s busy enjoying the stories written by others. C. L. feels most comfortable writing contemporary stories with a lot of swearing – consider yourself warned.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’m a fan of erotica and explicit erotic romance series. I enjoy kinky stories with a more developed plot, and I wanted to write a book that takes on the feel of a journal.
Here is a short sample from the book:
My name is Julia, and I was addicted to fucking lawyers. Mind you, it wasn’t just a plain old vanilla kink. I fucked them in their offices during our appointments, usually on my knees with their hard cocks under my tight grip.
I fucked only the best lawyers. I got high on the power they radiated with their presence. I needed the thrill to have sex in the office. I got off on breaking their professional shells and making them squirm with their cocks in my mouth.
The story you’re about to read will give you a glimpse into my weird addiction from the day it began up to the day it ended.
My hobby started on a warm sunny afternoon back in July. I had scheduled a consultation with one of the most reputable lawyers in town, Anthony Everson. His specialty was moving assets offshore, something I had to do being the affluent woman I am. Mr. Everson was supposed to help me set up a trust in the Cook Islands. We scheduled our first appointment to talk about the most important aspects of moving my assets under the control of a trust.
When I entered the office building of Everson, Keller & Weil, it would be a great understatement to say I was surprised. I was shocked. All the rooms, including the reception and the bathroom I had visited before talking with Mr. Everson were designed like a five-star hotel. Imagine the most expensive suite in a hotel in Dubai, and you would get a pretty close description of the Everson, Keller & Weil office building. These guys were balling, as my nephew likes to say.
I walked over to the reception. A beautiful tall woman dressed in a gray dress gave me a guest card and led me to an elevator.
“Room sixty-nine. Sixth floor, five doors down the hallway on the right. Mr. Everson is waiting for you,” she said.
The number of the room should have given me an idea of how naughty Mr. Everson would turn out to be. As the prudish woman I was back then, I memorized the number of the room without having any sexual thoughts.