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Simone Leigh is English but has lived in Spain for the last few years.</p>
<p>Here, she divides her time between working on her tan, decorating her beautiful villa, writing erotica and swimming naked in her swimming pool.
What inspired you to write your book?
I originally wrote the short series "Buying the Virgin" which is written from the point of view of Charlotte 'The Virgin'. It was intended to be a short sequence of fun erotica stories; total no more than about 25,000 words. These core stories became 'Buying the Virgin' Box Set One (Free Download).</p>
<p>However the stories were popular and more were requested, so I kept writing. The series right now stands at over a quarter of a million words and has evolved from straight erotica to and erotic romance and thriller.</p>
<p>However, as the series and its sequels acquired followers, it became clear that a sizeable slice of the readers are actually fans of the two male protagonists, James and Michael. So, in my newsletter I put it to the readers: would they be interested in my writing the story of the male point of view? To my surprise, not only did I receive several hundred responses to the poll, but 85% voted for me to write the story….</p>
<p>…. and thus was 'Mastering the Virgin' born…
Here is a short sample from the book:
My hands clasped softly to her face, I draw her in. I want to kiss her. But more than that; I want her to kiss me back.<br />
I press my lips against hers, brush into her mouth with my tongue, trace her outline with the tip. She’s quivering, and the perfume of her arousal is strong now, but still….<br />
…. she doesn’t seem to know what comes next….<br />
Can she really be this unworldly?<br />
She knows what it means to be gay…. but she doesn’t know how to kiss?<br />
Is it all fear? Or something else?<br />
I pull away. “Don’t be frightened. I promise I am not going to hurt you. I want this to be wonderful for you.”<br />
“I’m not frightened, Master, just excited I think….”<br />
“Listen to your body.” I say. “You’re a grown woman and even if you don’t know it, your body wants this, wants to be touched. Let yourself go.”<br />
She’s gasping now. I kiss her beautiful body, down the neck and throat, her breasts; and as I stroke over her hair and her shoulders to her belly and hips, she is a-quiver.<br />
Her nipples are pebbled within her blouse. I nibble softly at them through the fabric of her clothes and as she moans, softly but unmistakably, my balls tighten, and my cock stiffens.<br />
How can I not smile? This beautiful innocent wants me. She may not, yet, understand how or why, but she wants me….<br />
I had suggested the dress for her, but (perhaps in a spirit of rebellion?), she wore blouse and skirt. And now, slowly, carefully, I unbutton the blouse. As it falls away, her eyes widening once more, I reach around her to unclip her bra, to leave her beautifully bare-breasted for me. Her breasts, large enough to be a little pendulous, swing free, the nipples bronze in the candle-light.<br />
She’s flushed and sweating, and as her eyes drop below my waist, “You’re alright, Charlotte. It’s perfectly normal. You are aroused. Listen to your body. It has a lot better idea of what is happening than you do. Just let it flow.”<br />
Her eyes meet mine, and then, with an air of inevitability, drop once more to the bulge in my pants.<br />
“It won’t bite you,” I say. “It is going to fuck you, but not until you’re ready for it, which isn’t yet.”<br />
…. Oh, God, touch me, Girl….<br />
I take her hand, guiding it downward. “Touch me. I’d like you to, and I think you will like it too.”
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