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So that’s how I became what I am. But I also must say that, in addition to the pleasure I get from writing stories, I get an absolute thrill from knowing that, somewhere in the world, someone like you is getting some pleasure and perhaps a bit of titillation from reading them. So I think I’ll be doing this for a long time to come!
What inspired you to write your book?
Very simple! A love of men, a love of music, and a love of mind-blowing sex!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I said to bend over the bench, Amy. You need to be taught a lesson about responsibility, discipline, and commitment. You will do as I say without question. And … you will do it now.” His voice turned icy cold. “Now … for the last time … bend over that bench!”
I could not believe what was happening. Where was my lovable, mild-mannered Mr. Sullivan and his cute little smile? Swallowing hard, I placed my hands on the bench and leaned forward slightly.
“No, Amy,” he said, very quietly. “I want your head and your elbows on the bench.”
“Oh, my God,” I whispered as I found myself complying with his demand. He was going to spank me. Shivering, I slowly lowered myself onto my elbows, then placed my forehead onto the warm wood of the bench. Still whispering, I continued. “Please, Mr. Sullivan. Don’t do this. I’m … sorry.”
There was no answer. I turned my head slightly and saw him gazing appreciatively at my upturned bottom. I could also feel a cool draft flow high across my thighs and realized that all was bare to his scrutiny. I swallowed hard a few times, feeling utterly humiliated.
Several seconds ticked by.
Then he said, “Raise your dress, please. Up to your waist.”
I froze. Was he serious?
“Amy, if you make me ask again, I promise you that the result will be worse.”
What choice did I have? Run home? Call the police? Argue? Either way, I would be sabotaging my chance to be in a real movie, something I’d been anticipating with ever-increasing excitement for over a week now.
I reached back and grasped the hem of my dress with both hands and raised it, up beyond my quivering thighs, over my hips and bottom, and coming to rest just past my waist.
Next I felt his hand caressing my behind through the sheer fabric of my bikini panties. It made me shiver. “Pull these down – all the way – and step out of them.” A pause. “And don’t forget what I just said about making me ask twice.”
I nodded, my forehead still resting on the bench. Showing some thigh to Mr. Sullivan was one thing, but this was an entirely different matter altogether!
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