It’s out! My newest erotica ebook is available: Strip For Me.
Check out the summary:
Penelope has never watched anyone strip on webcam before. Hell, she’s never stripped herself. But there’s something about the cam boy on a website she recently found that makes her want to. She’s not normally like this, but for some reason she wants to behave in ways she’s not supposed to.
She signs up for the subscription website and sends him a message, asking if he’ll do a private, one-on-one striptease with her. Now she holds her breath while she waits for his answer.
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Strip For Me
The tabloids in the checkout line were the only things that made Penelope’s trips to the grocery store worthwhile. She leaned against her cart and plucked one of the many would-be magazines from the rack, flipping through it while she waited for the checkout line to move. Scandalous affairs, alien abductions, Elvis sightings–they made the threat of her grocery bill more bearable.
She bit her lip and giggled over a terrible photoshop job, then turned another page. She skimmed through the tabloid, not paying the stories any mind, until the name of a D-list actor caught her eye. The grocery line lurched forward, but she didn’t look up to notice.
There were pictures spread out beneath the bold, white text from what the article called an amateur porno shoot. She hoped her blush wouldn’t be that obvious. She’d never watched porn online before, never really feeling the urge, but the pictures… Well, amateur or not, some of the shots were absolutely tantalizing. It was clear there was something she was missing out on.
“Miss? Excuse me, miss?”
Penelope dropped the tabloid, her blush burning even brighter. The cashier looked at her with detached confusion, then motioned her forward. “You’re next in line, miss.”
“Right,” Penelope said, clearing her throat. “Thank you.”
She loaded her groceries onto the cashier’s conveyer belt, willing her cheeks to return to normal. The tabloid had landed at the bottom of her cart, but as Penelope made to put it back on the shelf, she saw that the line of people already stood in her way.
“Um,” she stuttered, turning back to the cashier. ““I don’t really want to buy this.”
Penelope willed herself to stay calm as the cashier’s smile twitched. “That’s alright, miss,” he said. “I’ll just take that and put it away later.”
She ducked her head as she passed him the tabloid. She paid and gathered up her groceries as quickly as she could, then did her best not to run from the store. It wasn’t until she was sitting in her car that she allowed herself a groan.
She shouldn’t have been so embarrassed, she thought, giving herself a shake. She was a thirty-two-year-old woman, and if she wanted to read tabloids to find out about D-list porn stars, she could. People did that sort of thing all the time. She started her car and pulled out of the grocery store parking lot, shame and curiosity warring in her mind. Maybe she’d try to find that guy’s videos when she got back home. He was good looking. D-list or not, he’d get her panties wet in a second.
She made her decision between one stop light and the next. There wasn’t anything else she needed to do tonight, so why not go home and try something new?
She didn’t bother to put the groceries away once she got back to her apartment, too high on nervous energy to focus. She left everything on her kitchen counter and moved straight into the living room where her laptop was waiting for her. Even though she lived alone, she still glanced around the room before opening the browser.
(End of sample)