It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: See Me After Class: A Lesbian Story.
Check out the summary:
Kristin has played a part all her life.
She’s dated guys off and on, but without any success. They just don’t do much for her. They’re messy and rough. She thinks that is her destiny, until she meets Professor Carolyn Bannister.
Carolyn is the director for Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, busy sorting through auditions at her university’s theater department. When Kristin finishes her audition, Carolyn gives her the part before the rest of the students have their chance. Kristin matches the part perfectly of someone who has held in a secret desire for someone.
It isn’t long after Kristin receives the part that she wonders if she’ll get some one-on-one time with Professor Bannister to rehearse her part…and perhaps practice a few other things for the first time in the privacy of a backstage changing room.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
See Me After Class
Kristin woke up in the dorm room feeling empty. Without a body on the mattress beside her, she found herself hungry for affection. A night without cuddles or warm kisses underscored how lonely she’d become. But Tommy was gone and that was that.
Tommy wasn’t perfect. He’d cheated on her, lied to her, and drank way too much. But at least he was a boyfriend, someone to hold and attend frat parties with. Somebody to bring home for Thanksgiving so her family would stop wondering when she’d ever have a long-term relationship.
It wasn’t easy growing up a gawky nerd in a family of extroverts. She’d stay in her room reading while her bedroom walls shook with loud music and laughter. Friendship wasn’t easy. And guys were impossible.
Sometimes they even seemed unnecessary.
Guys, after all, were grimy and rough. They swore and did stupid things like play video games and get drunk.
But girls were different. Kristin noticed this early on. They were soft and sweet. They liked the stuff she liked and contact with their bodies brought a smile to her face. At times she even defied her strict, catholic upbringing to sneak a glimpse of their bodies. She’d always claimed those lingerie catalogs found under her bed were to help her pick out a new bathrobe.
This, however, was as close as she’d come to acting on her impulse. She’d never kissed a girl, never even shared her desires with friends. She kept on pretending she hadn’t found the right guy.
Even her sensual dreams were frustratingly chaste. They would always start with mischievous nibbles on her ears from behind. The soft tickle of long hair against her shoulder would give her goosebumps. And when the kisses dropped farther south, finding a welcome home on her neck, shoulders, and back, she could barely contain her excitement.
But every time she’d turned, the mystery kisser was gone. And Kristin woke up alone, wondering if the role of this wonderful lover would ever be cast.
That morning, there was no time for self-pity. Although she didn’t have any classes to attend, there was an audition for a student production to get to. So she did her best to wipe the unsatisfied look from her face and prepared her monologue before stuffing herself into a lace corset and racing out the door.
But on her way to the audition, something about the gentle brush of lace against her skin created a sweet distraction. It reanimated her nightly dream and even nudged her mystery lover’s kisses a little lower than usual.
Kristin had to give herself a little pep talk before stepping into the auditorium.
Ignore it, Kristin. Just focus on the monologue.
(end of sample)