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Jenny Evans is an erotica author from Cambridge. Her stories are all made up, these things never happened to her, definitely not…
Here is a short sample from the book:
She could see his door was open a crack from down the hallway. “Mike, I found your coat, it’s in the living room.” When he didn’t answer again, Jessie pushed the door open a little more and poked her head inside of the room. Mike was nowhere to be seen, but his bathroom light was on, Jessie could see the glow under the door.
Her crutch tips made no sound on his rug as she made her way to the narrow bathroom door. Jessie felt as if she were committing a slightly dirty act just by being in his room. Her fingers were poised to tap the wood when she heard a low groan from inside. Jessie really did not want to interrupt the man while he was using the toilet, that was just wrong. He may have carried her naked ass to the hospital, but this went far over personal bounds.
When she began to turn away, her ears caught the sound of Mike’s sharp intake of breath and his soft exclamation, “Oh God”.
No way. There is no way he’s jerking off. I did not walk in on this man masturbating in the bathroom. Jessie could not believe what she had heard. She was torn between walking away and finding a way to see if Mike really was getting himself off. Her inner imp won when she leaned against the wall and saw he hadn’t closed the door completely. The latch of the old fashioned door sat against the metal, not inside. Jessie used the tip of her finger to encourage the door to open enough to allow her a knife edge view of him inside.
Mike’s body was tense, his left arm braced against the wall. Jessie could see his right hand at intervals as he stroked his cock. His large cock. She hadn’t even conjured something that massive in her dreams. What she could see of it was thick and long. His skin glistened from whatever he had used to lube up.