My publisher and I decided to change the cover of my “Tartura” book. And we sold a copy!! Yay!!! Either the cover change drew someone in to check it out or my last blog post helped or pushing it on social media made the sale or it was just random chance. Either way, now every one of my books for sale on Bookapy has sold at least one copy!
How exciting!!
Ah, crap. The phone lines again?
“Hello. You’re on the air.”
“Freya, how are you?”
“I’m doing great. All of my books have sold at least one copy.”
“That’s great! Congratulations.”
“Thank you so much! Did you have a question?”
“Oh, right! In your second novel, you wrote about having sex on top of a washing machine. Did that really happen in real life?”
“I write erotic fiction, honey.”
“Well, I know. But the washing machine thing was so realistic. It was in the third chapter when you were having a nervous breakdown. And that dream about the guy at the supermarket. I mean, all of that happening must have been really scary for you.”
“Yeah. But my husband was really support – hey! You’re trying to get me to talk about my personal life! What? Do you want me to tell you about what happened two nights ago when I was exhausted and my husband climbed into bed next to me and I tried to push him away, but the feel of his cock pressed against my hip was too much so I just rolled onto my back and let him have his way with me? Is that what you want me to talk about?”
“Yes, please!”
“Buy a book.”
Next caller.
“Hello. You’re on the air. Do you have a polite question for me?”
“Hey. It’s me again.”
“Seriously? How did you call back so fast?”
“Two phones.”
“And you’re not a creep?”
“Not at all.”
“Fine. What’s your question that isn’t about my personal and private love life?”
“At the end of your second novel, your husband has his dream foursome. And it sounds amazing! Does he ever get that final foursome for real?”
“Yes, he does. It’s at the start of my third – in progress – novel. All four have one final romp before Alex is off-limits for a while. But it starts with a little one-on-one fun in the shower between Alex and Cynthia.”
“Really? Can you tell us about that?”
“You know what? I’ll just pull a short excerpt out of that third novel. Hang on and let me pull it up.”
“Thank you SOOOO much!”
“Okay. Stay tuned and thanks for calling.”
So, let me dig a nice quote out of my work-in-progress third Freya and Friends novel…
Here we go.
Cynthia repositioned a little bit with her other foot, then leaned forward and slightly bent down, pushing her ass up and backwards towards Alex, and told him, “Alright. Let’s have some fun.”
Lubing up his condom-covered cock, Alex positioned it pointing directly at Cynthia’s dusky puckered asshole. Pressing lightly against her, he dribbled a little more lube directly on the juncture of cock and hole.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Ready,” came the enthusiastic reply.
Alex pushed against her.
“Make sure you use plenty of lube,” Cynthia advised him.
Looking down at her shiny asshole, Alex figured that maybe a little more wouldn’t hurt. He let a couple more drops fall while he gently pushed and watched as the tip of his dick started to spread her hole open. Carefully keeping himself straight and on target, he dripped a couple more drops and pushed a little bit further.
His deep concentration was interrupted when Cynthia asked him, “Hey, Al?”
He stopped and answered, “Yeah?”
“Could you do me a little favor?”
Thinking that it was a somewhat odd time to ask for a favor, he simply answered, “Yeah, Sure.”
“Squirt a whole bunch of that stuff on me and you, then could you please hold my hips for a second?”
“Okay…” Alex squeezed a good bit of lube down her wide open ass crack and then on himself.
“Put the bottle down and grab my hips, okay?”
Alex did as she asked.
“Grab me nice and tight.”
Alex did.
With an almost animalistic bellow, Cynthia pushed backwards against Alex and after a mere split second hesitation, his cock shot straight into her.
“Hold me! Hold me!” She gasped.
Unsure of whether he was holding her up or if he was holding himself up – or a lot of both – he held onto her wide hips as best as he could. If not for Cynthia’s foresight with the towel on the floor, they would have surely slipped and probably been badly hurt. Over the next few weeks, Alex would spend quite a lot of time imagining exactly what Cynthia and Katie did in the privacy of their home that warranted so much knowledge of safety precautions. But right now, he had his hands full of – and his dick deep inside of – a sexy, curvy woman.
“You okay back there?” Cynthia gasped.
Alex took a deep breath. “Yes. Uh-huh.” He couldn’t believe how she felt. Every fraction of his cock felt like it was cradled in a warm, soft cloud balanced by an unbelievably erotic, tight grip on the very base of his dick.
“Okay. Just stay right there for a minute.”
Alex could have stayed there all night.
While Cynthia caught her breath, Alex placed a hand on her lower back and felt her sphincter tighten at his touch, then felt it loosen a little as he started to caress her. “That feels so good,” she sighed.
Nice little scene, huh?
I’ve been super busy with editing my back catalog, getting stuff ready for sale, writing new things, and winning erotic fiction contests (he he!), but I PROMISE that I’ll get back to work on my third Freya and Friends novel.
But you have to promise me something. Well, a couple of things.
I’ll get the next novel out as fast as I can if you share my Bookapy links all over the place and if you rate and review any of my stories that you buy. As The Freya Empire grows, it gets easier and easier for me to carve out more time for writing, so a quick (positive!) review and sharing the links to my work will ensure that I spend more time writing and less time promoting.
And that’s not shameless begging. That’s a sincere request among friends!
Thank you so much!!
Love,
Frey