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About the author:
J.C. Boddington is an English rose with a naughty imagination and a wicked sense of humour. The only child of full-time caterers/amateur cabaret-dancing fathers, her adolescence was one unpredictable and hilarious adventure after another. Growing up in London, England, life was never dull for J.C., particularly when her culinary fathers allowed her to gatecrash some of their more extravagant gigs in the capital.
What inspired you to write your book?
At 17 years old, during an aristocrat’s raucous wedding reception, J.C. caught the chief bridesmaid and the groom’s father in flagrante in a storage room. Sworn to secrecy, the scandalous affair sparked J.C.’s curiosity. After witnessing the drunken debauchery of countless party guests over the years, J.C. decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a romance and erotic fiction author, with many of the escapades she witnessed inspiring her sexy stories.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Dirty Talk: A Teacher’s Revenge
If there was one thing Jace Michaelson loathed, it was being kept waiting. There was no excuse for tardiness in his eyes: it was a sign of arrogance and selfishness.
He expected all of his students to be seated for class in a timely manner, ready to learn. And should he assign anyone a detention after school, they were required to turn up at the appropriate hour, full of contrition.
The majority of Jace’s students knew not to test him by showing up late more than once. The thought of having to write an essay as punishment didn’t appeal to their lazy nature, particularly the simple-minded jocks, who struggled to string together a sentence that didn’t involve grunting or graphic descriptions of their latest sexual encounters.
Despite being dumber than a bag of rocks, the school’s elite athletes occasionally had their uses. Jace enjoyed eavesdropping on their moronic conversations in his classroom from time to time, especially when the subject matter proved to be of a scandalous nature.
His fondest memory had been learning that Mrs. Warner, the guidance counselor, had started advising the boys’ basketball team on their college applications after school. Her counsel included teaching them how to guide their penises into her various holes, and moaning like a dirty whore until she and her special starting lineup all came together, cursing loudly and groaning in unison.
Once the young men had sated themselves, Mrs. Warner would then suggest a team rotation, allowing the remaining players to fuck her any way they liked.
The forty-year-old seductress appeared to have great stamina. She’d always seemed like such a shy, sweet lady to Jace, but in his experience, the quiet ones were often the freakiest. It was almost a shame she wasn’t his type. If only she had been 20 years younger…