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About the author:
Tilly writes erotica for people over the age of 18 only.
What inspired you to write your book?
I have always written erotica. I like to write words that cause a physical reaction in people.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Scenario1: Snap Shot
I’m at a photo shoot. I want to be a nude model. I’m young, just nineteen and I’m keen to break into the industry, lured and dazzled by the bright lights and glamour. I know my face and figure are perfect, but I’m still slightly nervous; I haven’t done anything like this before and I don’t know what to expect.
The studio is light, modern and luxurious, with large windows and a cream deep-pile carpet. The photographer is handsome and older than I am, possibly in his thirties; he looks professional, confident and says little. Tall, with jet black hair and a rugged complexion, he is very handsome; his well-toned body is clearly visible under his white silk shirt.
His shirt is open to the chest, and his flesh glistens in the summer heat. The windows are open to let in some air, but there isn’t much of a breeze and we’re both glowing. I stand in the middle of the room feeling awkward and clumsy, while he sets up his equipment. I can’t help but stare at him as he works, his shirt sticks intermittently on his hot, tanned skin revealing the movement of his strong, hard muscles working beneath. He knows I’m watching him and I glimpse a slight smile on his full, moist lips.
Finally he finishes what he is doing and turns to look at me. He asks me to sit on the solitary chair that stands in the middle of the room. I do as he bids. I wait patiently and study him as he adjusts the spotlights. I like what I see and it makes me feel slightly horny. I bite my lip and try to concentrate on the business at hand. Satisfied with the lighting, he picks up his camera, walks towards me and starts to shoot. The camera obscures his face, but I can still see his gorgeous, soft mouth and strong, chiseled chin beneath. I begin to relax as he keeps telling me how beautiful I am and how much he is looking forward to this session. I am wearing a short denim skirt, a simple white T-shirt but no bra or panties. My feet are dressed in black, strappy, high-heeled sandals. He asks me to flick my hair back and look sexy; I stare directly into the lens, wet my lips with my tongue and pout. He smiles, his generous lips parting to revealing pristine white teeth. I want to kiss him instantly and am suddenly aware that I am staring at his mouth. I lower my eyes, embarrassed.
Next, he tells me to lift my hair off my shoulders. I do as he directs. Now exposed, fresh air rushes to the soft, sensitive flesh of my neck, giving me goose-bumps. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine. I like the attention he’s giving me and I’m physically drawn to him. He navigates around me and my body automatically follows, giving him signals he can read clearly.
He asks me to raise my top so he can see my boobs. I feel a little self-conscious, but comply, I take my hands out of my hair and slowly lift the shirt up to reveal my pert, ripe breasts. Taking the camera away from his face he watches my every movement, he seems to enjoy my discomfort. Smiling he instructs me to take the top off. I do as he asks and pull the T-shirt over my head. My long dark hair cascades down my back and over my shoulders as my top falls to the floor. I arch my back and stick out my chest. I know my body is beautiful and I can tell the photographer thinks so too. Moving closer, he prowls around me taking shots of my breasts. We almost touch at times; I can feel the heat of his body on my naked flesh. I try not to look at him, but I can’t help it, I see him licking his plump, red lips as he hides his eyes behind the camera.
My body is scorching and my breasts are beaded with sweat. There’s tension in the air, building between us, it’s so strong I can almost taste it. As he glides around me the urge to reach out and touch him is unbearable.
Suddenly he stops and lowers his camera, “We need ice for your nipples,” he comments, “I want them to stand out.”