It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Leah’s Favorite: A Lesbian Story.
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Leah reviews adult toys for a living. She didn’t always image herself getting into it, but life has a way of going in unusual directions. Nevertheless, she finds herself reviewing yet another lubricant, but what she really can’t wait for is a special vibrator that will arrive any day now.
When it finally does arrive, it comes with an unexpected delight, a female delivery driver with a splash of adorable freckles across her nose. Leah invites her in for iced tea…and eventually invites her to contribute a review, herself.
Needless to say, to review an adult toy requires that the driver check out Leah’s bedroom, and Leah’s more than willing to give her the grand tour.
I want to give a huge thanks to everyone on my Launch Team, who are invaluable for their feedback. And of course, thank you to my readers for all your support. I owe everything to my readers and their continual patronage.
If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
Leah’s Favorite: A Lesbian Story
Sitting at her desk, Leah lifted up a slim box, waving it in front of the tiny camera gripped to her laptop.
“This one is the top product of the week, guys.” She tapped the box with a beautifully manicured fingernail. “It has five different speeds, which I’ve always found to be a little redundant in a vibrator, but these speeds are so different in both rhythm and intensity. There’s a setting for every occasion.”
She put the box back down and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “It has the added bonus of a removable sheath, and it’s made from high-quality silicone, so you can toss it in the dishwasher when you’re done. It can endure high heat and steam.”
With a serious look on her face, she chewed the inside of her cheek. “I wouldn’t say it’s the most affordable vibrator on the market, but it’s worth every penny, and it’s my new personal favorite. Honestly, right now I just want to turn off the camera and go use it again.”
She winked at the camera, then glanced at her live-feed stats at the corner of the screen. They were doing well–hundreds of people watching, with plenty of them giving her likes and follows. Some typed her questions during the live feed, and every now and then, she responded.
“So, Blondieswim in Minneapolis wants to know about the new rechargeable Powergasm. You’re not alone there, Blondieswim! I’m waiting for the delivery on that one very soon. Watch this space. Now, onto lubes.”
For the next twenty minutes, Leah reviewed several types of lubrication, rating their flavor, scent, sensation, and price. She gave the highest marks to a pleasant, scent-free lube she’d used yesterday. While it lost half a point for the odd brand name, the lube itself was of excellent quality and free of parabens.
The live-feed ticked over the half-hour mark, so she signed off with a smile to her viewers. “Thanks so much for watching, guys! As always, play safe and don’t chafe!”
With a peace sign to the camera and a blown kiss, she closed the laptop lid. She gathered up the products she’d spoken about on the feed and placed them in a large chest at the foot of her bed. Then she settled in front of the TV for a little while with a glass of wine.
As she did so, she scanned through her phone and checked the comments on the last review she’d uploaded. It seemed people had responded well to the top product of the week, and she noticed that several new orders had recently been placed on the website. That meant a good bonus for her.
A yawn tickled the back of her throat and she gave in to it, signaling to her that it was time to switch off the TV and go to bed without finishing her wine. She opened the box of products and couldn’t resist lifting out the personal favorite vibrator of the week and taking it to bed with her.
The following morning, she took a long and luxurious shower. She completely lost track of how long she was in there, but after she got out, she spotted a notice poking through her letterbox saying she’d missed a delivery. She likely only missed it by minutes.
Holding back a grimace, she toweled her hair. It was always a bummer to miss a delivery and have to drive into town to pick it up at the post office. She sat at her desk and drank her coffee, eventually going through her emails and thinking about the bagels sitting on the kitchen counter.
At midday, there was a knock at the door. Leah hated interruptions while she was writing, but she got up and opened the door anyway. A woman in a blue uniform stood on the doorstep. “Are you Leah DuPont?” she asked.
“I have a package for you. I came by earlier, but I don’t think you were home. I’m on my way back to the depot and I thought I’d come by and try again.”
Leah took the package. This was a pleasant surprise. “Thank you so much. That’s so sweet of you. I usually have to go down to the post office when I miss a package.”
“It’s okay,” the woman said. She had a cute, pale face with a scattering of freckles over her nose. “I know how annoying it can be when you’re waiting for something. And I’ve delivered here a few times, so I think it’s fair to say you’ve earned our platinum service.”
(end of sample)