About the author:
After teaching material science and civil engineering at universities and colleges throughout the Upper Midwest (mostly Michigan and Ohio for the bulk of my career), I decided to explore my writing talents–particularly with erotica. Life emulates art, and vice versa. I feel that even average erotic literature is better than the very best visual porn; our brains are our most powerful erogenous zones. My goal is to write the best, most memorable erotica literature.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to write quality erotica–devoid of cliches with a focus on the imagery created by my words. Inspiration came to me from daily life and some of my own situations. My hope and expectation is that my reader can step through the printed word and into the action–either into the shoes of the father (Gordon), his stepdaughter (Penelope), or even her incredibly innocent, fun-loving roommate (Brittley).
Here is a short sample from the book:
Almost in a trance, she kept her eyes on me but pulled the magazine out and ripped open the plastic. It was a lesbian magazine called La Lick. Like a transfixed child, she flipped through some of the pages and turned the magazine to show me. We both looked together, our hands now holding each other.
We looked at close-up pictures of shapely women in various positions. She stopped at one, a picture of two cream-skinned lesbians shoving their snatches together in ecstasy. One was shaved, and the other had a perfectly cut landing strip. Brittley ran her fingers over the page like she was running them through their peaches. Her eyes ate up the picture, and she turned to look at me hungrily. “I’m shaved, too,” she said.
I pulled her across, roughly but gently, so that she straddled my hard cock. I pushed her up and down against it, and grabbed one of her luscious tits in one of my hands. After reclining my seat, I pulled down the dress by the shoulder and her breast popped out, a glowing orb in the moonlight. It took my steel resolve to not immediately blow my load, and our bodies moved together.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked with a whimper, delighted but nervous.