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About the author:
I live in England, drink tea and often carry and umbrella.
What inspired you to write your book?
However, in reality this is the opposite of the role that the majority of trans women seemed to want to fulfill. Just like many cis-women, they hankered for an alpha male lead who would sweep them off their feet, treat them like a girl and fuck them like a girl. I wrote Jenna was this in mind
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Jenna,” I said, with a smile on my face, “could you move out of the way, please? I’d like to get to the kitchen.”
“Err, how about no!” She grinned back, her big brown eyes sparkling at me. As she stood in the hallway, her legs were stretched out, with her toes touching the skirting board on either side. Her arms were positioned likewise, her left hand on one wall, her right one on the other. She was spread out like a star.
I put a stern look on my face and walked toward her purposefully. My strongly built six-foot-one frame towered over her slim five-foot-four body.
“Young lady, I am compelled to inform you that there will be consequences if you don’t move.”
“Oooh, what are you going to do to me, James?” she teased, without budging an inch. “Spank me?”
“That’s an option,” I said.
She giggled and tossed her thick, shoulder-length dark-brown hair.
“You wouldn’t dare; you’re too much of a good boy.”
I crossed my arms and looked her up and down. She looked so sexy I could barely stand it. Her face was cute and imbued with a constant expression of cheekiness. Her stretched position had pushed out her firm little tits, which sat high and round in her short vest top. Her eighteen-year-old skin glowed with a delicious bronzed tan, and her crotch was adorned with a tiny pair of denim shorts, which showed off the full length of her beautiful, toned legs.