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About the author:
It’s the ebb and flow of emotion from the protagonist’s reactions to the sexual situations they’re in that breathes life and wonder into a piece of erotic writing. Enjoyable one-handed time-passers they may be, but I find them more satisfying (in every sense of the word) if they also contain humor and insight into the human condition and the sexual animal in us all. So rather than just describing the “what went where” of sex, I find more imaginative, thought-provoking, evocative and even philosophical ways to write, hopefully moving the reader to a more personal, intense investment in each character’s thoughts and feelings, and therefore a higher level of arousal. The power of words to evoke a response cannot be underestimated, and I love that feeling of crafting exactly the right phrase to capture the intensity and wonder of human sexuality.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanting something terribly explicit and kinky to read that still had literary merit. The breadth of human experience is wondrous and the ability to find the correct phrase that captures and elevates human sexuality from mere smut to art is an art in itself. That is what I aspire to.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Once again I lunge my face forward and down, providing first resistance, then a surrender, a parting of lips and tongue and jaw to allow your cock entrance further into my oral cavity. And all the while my tongue zigzags a path of reverential carnal caress along the underside of your shaft as your cock ministers to my mouth.
And so I work my mouth upon you. My task is near the top end of my body. It is now left to others to decide the fate of my nether end.
“Open your legs, Kitty. Wider.”
No sooner is this uttered than I feel two hands grasp me between my lower thighs and wrench my legs apart. My knees slide easily and painlessly outwards on the floor, thanks to the cushion of fur which covers them connected to the leather cuffs buckled above and below my knee at thigh and shin as part of the alternating strips of nakedness and binding with which I have been fitted as part of my sex-pet transformation earlier in the evening.
“That’s better, Kitty. Now, let’s see how far you can arch that back down. That’s right. Not just your shoulders, Kitty. Your back, honey. Lower that back down and arch your pussy up like a good, obedient pet.”
I feel a hand on my spine about a third of the way down my back, pushing me downwards until my breasts are pressed into the fur throw below me. It isn’t the easiest position, having to maintain my arse high in the air, my breasts and shoulders as low as possible and yet my head high enough to continue to work on your cock in my mouth, but I do my best, wanting to please you, wanting your approval. Wanting you to pat me on the head and tug on my pussy ears and stroke my catness and love me for being your plaything – now your sex kitten plaything in a new sense of the phrase.
So here I am, legs spread wide, arse in the air, mouth around your cock, wet pussy primely positioned in front of a mirror so others can enjoy the sight of my arousal and humiliation. And finally, finally, Eleanor holds the pointed vibrating tip against the hungry, wet, wanting opening of my swollen pussy lips
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