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Dedication
I’d like to dedicate this book to my wife, who has always been my biggest fan and my right hand.
A special thanks to Cee Cee, an author friend, who helped me realize I didn’t need to hide behind a gender neutral name and that a male erotica writer can write from the female perspective and be not only accepted, but be embraced with open arms in this craft. Thanks to my new readers and fans for proving her right.
I’d also like to thank my PA and my street team. You take care of me and make sure I stay relevant. You guys fucking rock!
I’d also like to dedicate this to all the members of the Hot BBR Facebook group. It’s your willingness to be open minded and share your kinky thoughts that makes writing this stuff and sharing it so much fun. To the admin of that group, thanks for keeping us all in line and giving us a place to play.
I hope you enjoy this book! I had a hell of a lot of fun writing it.
Chris Genovese
*The characters in this book are fictional and fully understand the need to use protection during sex. If it is not mentioned in this novella, it is only to prevent the slowing down of the story or interruption to the fantasy element. Have fun and be safe!*
Oh and if group sex or sex with mutual partners, gay sex, or anal sex disturb or just plain gross you out then please don’t read this book. If you like that kind of stuff, let the games begin.
Foreplay
Saturday night and where am I? I’m sitting here at my living room desk, red wine in hand, wearing a baby doll gown and no panties.
What’s the point?
Nobody’s here to take them off and I’ve fingered myself five times this week at the computer. Why spend the time removing or sliding them to the side when I can let my twat rest here on the leather chair? Twat. What a ridiculous word. But I like it. Twat.
Twat was I saying?
Yes, I’ve found that at forty-five years old I’m becoming more open minded, more at ease with my dirty thoughts. In fact, I’m starting to love ‘em.
It’s the reason I took over the West Coast Erotica Inside You group on Facebook. The founder was a lame duck and didn’t do much to get the group going. So I kind of hijacked the operation. BabyJane is my handle and I’m the animator, the emcee if you will when it comes to getting the sex talk going.
That’s what it was at first. Just a lot of talk. A bunch of faceless friends discussing blowjobs, dildos, and threesomes. Then it became much more.
I remember the night it all started because I’d been chatting with Mud Studly, an erotica author I’d been helping promote. Seriously, that’s the name he goes by. I have one of his paperbacks on the desk in front of me.
The Billionaire’s Porking of the Librarian’s Hot Stepsister by Mud Studly.
The cover? It’s a black and white picture of a hunky, muscle-ripped chest and arms (no head in the picture) and a book draped over the guy’s cock. It is one of the most absurd but also one of the most magnificent book covers I’ve ever seen. Every time I look at it I wish I could slide the book off of him and take him in my mouth.
Instead, I turn to the author on Facebook. Back when my story takes place, I spent every night chatting with Mud Studly. I had him all to myself and I hoped he actually looked like he did in his profile pic. There he had a dress shirt unbuttoned, his tanned, tattooed chest on display. He wore faded jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, no underwear beneath, just trimmed pubic hair visible.
Barefoot.
That’s what got me. No time for shoes. Beautiful.
His face? I don’t know. He never showed his face, always keeping his head down and covered with a cowboy hat.
I thought about Mud as I signed in to see if he was around. The group was quiet. It usually was until I started posting pictures and asking questions. So that’s what I did.
BabyJane40: “Hey lovers. Long weekend coming up. What kind of kinky plans does everyone have for Spring Break?”
Below my comment I posted a picture of a sexy as hell blonde gripping her dresser as her man buried his face in her pussy. It was a must. Every good comment has a hot photo.
It didn’t take long before the usual group chimed in. I love these guys. Did then. Do now. They’re always around when a girl needs ‘em. It’s funny how online dating was once shunned. Chatting online was a guilty pleasure. Now it’s totally normal and I have to say I actually appreciate these friends more than any I have in my real life.
The comments popped up one right after the other.
MudStudly: “Hey baby girl. Just plannin’ on sippin’ some whiskey and watchin’ some porn. The usual!”
BabyJane40: “Oh my. Sounds hot.”
VeronicasBookBlog: “My author event fell through so I might be doing the same, Mud. Mabye with a little bit of Metallica on in the background but same same.”
BigGayHunk: “Not me! I’m hittin’ an after party event. Male models everywhere if you know what I mean! God didn’t give me these looks just for your book covers. Ha!”
BabyJane40: “And we know how you like those male models. Did you read Mud’s book, He Said, He Said? That was fucking incredible.”
Goldenboy69: “I read it. And yes it was. If I didn’t know Mud’s preference already I’d swear he was gay. And I still say he’s a gay man trapped in a studly straight man’s body. And BigGayHunk, when are we going get to see one of these book covers you’re always talking about?”
BabyJane40: “So, Goldenboy, what you got going on over the holiday?”
BigGayHunk: “In due time, Golden. Should have one coming out soon. If the author ever finishes the damned thing.”
Goldenboy69: “BabyJane, I’m doing the same thing I do every holiday, Pinky, trying to take over the world.”
Jennifer Rocks: “Great fucking show! Oh man. I remember that. Guys I’m gonna post some pictures of myself on my page in a little while. You won’t believe the stud I was fucking earlier this afternoon. I’m talking soaked sheets. He basically nailed me to the mattress.”
VeronicasBookBlog: “What was this one’s name, Jen?”
Jennifer Rocks: “He agreed to be on the cover of my next book. I’m not kidding, I literally took a picture of him naked, on his knees, hands behind his back, tongue out…ready to eat me.”
VeronicasBookBlog: “Umm hello…name please?”
Jennifer Rocks: “Hold on you gothic grouch! His name is Henry.”
BigGayHunk: “Henry? The fuck?”
MudStudly: “Hey, Henry is a good, strong name. He’s probably a cowboy, right Jen? A good ol’ boy like yours truly.”
