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I’m here to take you to those places. I’ve been hard at work writing different new adult erotic stories to titillate and arouse you to new levels of erotic fantasy. Come join me for some dirty love.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to erotic romances for women that want to forget reality and explore their secret, dirty love.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The blindfold felt tight around his head.
“We’re almost there John. Trust us. You don’t have that much longer to wait.” John felt the gravel under the tire wheels. The speed of the car was much slower now. They must have turned off the highway onto a side road.
He felt his friend on one side give him a punch in the side. “This is going to be one night you’ll never forget.”
Laughter from his buddies drew his face into a smile. “I knew you guys were up to something when the dinner invitation turned out to be at a bar.”
“You’ll thank us later John.” His buddy on the other side had the drunken slur they’d worked up to in the bar. “Really. I can’t wait to see the look on his face.”
The car stopped. He heard the doors open. His friend pushed him to slide out, but they still left the blindfold on, choosing to guide him by his arms. “Just let us walk you forward to where we’re going buddy.”
“I’m getting this blindfold off soon right?”
“Yes. Promise. OK, take a step up.” He followed the instructions and felt the soft sensation of what must be a carpet. “We’re going to walk for a bit, and then we’ll take the blindfold off.”
He let them guide him until he’d felt their pushes to sit. He rested his ass on a cushioned couch and leaned back. “So, is this it?”
“Wait. Just wait.”
He heard his friend Jake laugh. “Wait for it. It will be worth it. We promise.”
His other friend, Mike, said, “OK, we’re going to direct your hands. Here you go.” He felt one of them lift his arm and place it on something soft. He felt another hand hold his in place. It was smaller, and less rough. Hair touched the sides of his arm.
He heard his friends start a countdown. “One, two, three.” The blindfold came off. He was leaning forward touching a woman in a red corset, her black hair brushing his arm.
She looked at him. “So, you like doing it with a vampire?”
He couldn’t look her in the eye. “Where the hell am I?”
Jake shouted, “At the best vampire brothel outside of Las Vegas, buddy.” Jake slapped him on the shoulder. “Happy Divorce! We’re celebrating your newfound freedom tonight.”
He leaned back from the woman, sitting upright on the couch. His eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Velvety couches adorned the room, with other women walking about and talking to men in other sections. Large red drapes covered the windows, and all his friends were looking at him with ridiculous smiles.
“You can look at me, you know. I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”