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About the author:
I was a closet author of erotica writing a few dozen stories, letting my husband and selected friends reading my erotica stories. But with their encouragement I began self-publishing.
I have mostly written about myself in sexual adventures with my husband as heterosexual couple and our sexual encounters with same sex and interracial relationship, BDSM, group sex, erotica couplings and voyeurism; my best friend and girlfriend and her sexual exploits whether real or fiction is my inspiration to explore the taboo subjects such as incest, teacher/student relationships and dabble in bestiality.
Here is a short sample from the book:
When the classroom was at last empty, save Ms. Sukit and myself, we sat in silence for a moment. Ms. Sukit soon stood up and closed the door. Without a word, she sat up on her desk, lifting her khaki skirt and spreading her legs, dangling them over either side of the desk corner. Then, pulling her soaking panties to one side, she started to gently rub her swollen clit in tight circles
My eyes locked on the beautiful sight. I stood up out of my desk and drifted toward the glistening slit, accented by a perfectly maintained patch of thinly distributed dark pubic hair.
“Pull out your cock, John,” Sue ordered as she buried a few digits up into herself. Her juices slicked up her fingers and the top of the desk as she watched me clumsily rush to free my throbbing erection. It sprang to glorious life as it finally touched the open air, met by a smile and a gasp from Ms. Sukit, who licked her lips at the surprisingly thick seven or so inches approaching her.
I instinctively ran my palms over the veiny shaft and smooth head.
When I walked close enough, Sue leaned forward and reached for my slightly curved cock, sliding her hand along the shaft to firmly grip the base. She gently pulled, encouraging me to walk the rest of the way.
“Am I sexy, John?” Ms. Sukit asked as she teased my balls with her fingertips.
“Yes. You’re so hot, Ms. Sukit,” I answered through an increasing frequency of breaths.
“What do you before you come to my class, John?” She started softly jerking and squeezing my thick cock.
I blushed when I realized what she was alluding to. However, it obviously didn’t matter what she knew.
“I… I jerk myself off.” I stammered, watching her fingers toy with my cock.