Friday, September 12, 2014

Jordan Silver, writer of dominate sexy Alpha males

I'm a huge fan of Alpha males in my romance reads. I was looking at an author favorite of hot Alphas I had found and a suggested author that came up was a book by Jordan Silver. Son of a bitch she has the same cover I do. That was my first introduction, I clicked and it wasn't super obvious but it was clearly the same original stock photo used, I clicked on the title and read the blurb. It seemed hot but I shrugged because I was mainly just disappointed someone so popular had a cover that looked so close to mine. 

Then every time I went onto Amazon a title of Jordan's would come up. It felt like I was being taunted but again and again she came up under other writers with hot Alpha men. One time a story came up that caught my eye and I gave in and bought it. I gobbled it up like candy. I loved it, a super hot, uber-Alpha men with sex that was panty melting hot sex off the charts and have been reading her often over the last year. We have been tweeting each other lately and now that I am inviting an author on once a month I really wanted to ask Jordan for an interview. With over forty five books written, I wanted to know how she did it (considering I practically broke my arm patting myself on the back for completing seven in one year, I could hardly wrap my head around forty five) I asked and she was kind enough to agree. 



What motivated you to become an indie author?

I wrote for an online website and some of my readers thought my work was worth publishing so I mulled it over for a while not really sure how to go about it as it was relatively new to me anyway. Then someone told me I couldn't do it and so here I am.


How do you write, do you use outlines or anything like that?

I don't have any one particular writing style. I think I'm a bit disorganized because I let the voices in my head lead. I can be writing one story for instance and someone else would knock on the door and demand I pay attention to them, it can be a real riot.



Do you remember the first story you ever read, and the impact it had on you?

I vaguely remember the first story I read but I remember the first to have an impact on me, it was Surrender by Helen Mittermeyer I still own a copy to this day thirty years later.


What are your five favorite books, and why?

Wow ok let's see the first would be Surrender as I mentioned because the emotion in that book touched me at twelve and thirty years later it still does.

Velvet Angel by Jude Devereaux I loved the passion of the hero in that one

Sweet Baby by Sharon Sala just loved the storyline and the way she brought everything together 

Warrior's Woman by Johanna Lindsey because it was frakking hot

All of the In Death series by Nora Roberts writing as JD Robb because I love how she keeps them alive in my head


Any authors you currently enjoy reading and why. 

I haven't really read anyone else's work since I started seriously writing, one because I don't have the time, and two because I don't want to be influenced in that way if that makes sense. If I find myself with a free minute, I watch people, I get lots of ideas from watching people. I still buy tons of books because I always tell myself I'll get to it, but I never really ever find the time.


What made you want to write?

I've always loved writing since about the age of eleven or twelve. I got my love of writing from my love of reading, I used to sneak my grandma's Mills and Boons as a kid and fell in love with love and romance.


What led you to write such strong Alpha males?

I write strong alphas because that's all I know. My husband is nuts and I get a lot of my ideas from dealing with his brand of fuckery everyday. 


 What are you writing now and when will we see it?

I'm working on a lot of stuff at the moment, as to what will be next I'm not quite sure. I might have one thing in mind, but the freaks in my head may have other ideas. Right now I'm working on My Little Farm Girl, Illicit, The Bad Boys of Capitol Hill, Naughty Neighbors, Bad Boys Book 4, Spitfire series book4, Tyler SEAL Team Seven book 2, Hold Me If You Can The Mancini Way Book 2 and The Wives Book 2 along with about ten other things that I have started.



You can find Jordan every where:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jordan.silver.54
Twitter: @JordanSilver144
Her website: http://jordansilver.net/
Check out her Author Page on Amazon for a look at her large catalog: Jordan Silver

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Cover Reveal for two upcoming Books

Cover Reveal 






Blubs will come soon

A giveaway just because 











Don't forget Abby has Gone Wild is still free, for now.





This is a standalone novella at 39,561 words, it is an erotic romance with explicit language so please be aware that it is graphic in nature before purchasing. 
Below check out the second excerpt from Abby has Gone Wild

If I thought he was done, I was so very wrong. He sends me texts begging me to call him. Then he gave up and pretended like I was responding and we were having conversations, long texts about what we were doing at the time. He was funny and sarcastic and he had me laughing again. Then he sent texts that were so hot I don’t know how my phone didn’t melt. Even though I told myself not to, I gave in. I used my vibrator, wishing it was him as I came to his words. What made me crazy was he knew I did it. I don’t know how he did but he knew. He was making me crazy and that had to be the reason, the only reason, when after three weeks he calls me late on a Saturday night I answer.

I open my mouth to tell him to stop calling but instead I moan his name and sigh. I’m still trembling from the orgasm I’ve had to the text he’d just sent. His intake of breath is clear.

“Abby, did you just come for me?”

“Yes.” I whisper, floating as I drift back from the stars.

“Are your fingers still in your pussy?”

“Yes.” I moan as my fingers linger in my wet pussy.

“I want you to lick your fingers baby. Taste yourself the way I tasted you after you left me standing in the parking lot with your juices on my fingers and my dick hard.”

I do as he orders and sigh. I know the taste of myself and I like it.

“Abby, I want to bury my face in your pussy and taste you all over again. Is your clit still tender?”

“Hmm.” Sitting up, I undo the clasp of my bra that I’d been in too much of a rush to remove and just pulled up to get at my aching nipples.

“What are you doing baby?”

“My bra, tight, taking it off.”

“Your breasts are so beautiful, my cock is twitching thinking of them. Are your nipples hard, have you been playing with them while you read what I want to do to you?”

“Yes.” I whisper, ashamed as I attempt to sooth the tight peaks.

“Don’t baby, don’t sound like that. I wrote it to make you come. I wrote it because I can’t be near you and I want to be so badly. But if you aren’t ready for that, I’ll take what I can get.
I wish I were there with you now. I want you to take a nipple into your mouth and suck it deep into your mouth. Will you suck your nipple for me baby? Suck it deep into your mouth and play with your nipple with your tongue. That’s a good girl I can hear you moaning. Say my name. Say it.” I moan his name and he sighs. “Good girl, now do the same to your other breast but now I want you to use your teeth just a light grazing of your teeth and then suck it deep inside your mouth while your tongue plays with it. That’s it baby, you like that don’t you? I can hear you that you do. Put your fingers back in your pussy.
Put them back in for me. I want you to slide your middle finger deep inside yourself while you suck your tits.” I can only moan his name. He’s setting my body on fire all over again from his words. His voice in my ear makes it feel like he’s here with me. “I’m looking at your tits right now. I can see they’re wet from your mouth, make them wetter for me. Suck them into your mouth and then I want you to take a nipple between your fingers and roll it around and squeeze it, almost till it hurts. Your little gasp just caused my cock to jerk, I’m leaking all over my cock for you. Is your finger still in your pussy, sliding into you where my cock should be?”

“Yes, oh yes.” I’m so close. I want to come.

“Not yet Abby, don’t come yet. I want you to add another finger to your pussy. Do it for me baby, add another finger for me. Feels good, you like that?” I can only sigh, and whimper, speech is too much for me. “That’s good baby, now a third finger, add a third finger. Now I want you to slide your thumb up to your clit, I know it’s swollen and as hard as my cock. Slide it over again and again.” I’m sobbing with the power of my climax and my body is shaking. I want him here with me and it’s his name on my lips as I fall apart. His breath is hard in my ear and through the phone I can hear his hand stroking his cock. Then he groans my name and I know he’s come for me. 


Moaning, feeling lost and alone I roll over in bed and bury my face in the pillow. Knowing I have no other words left, I end the call. Then terrified of what might happen next, I turn off my cell.  

Saturday, September 6, 2014

The cost of self-publishing

Okay, book is done and it's time to take all the finished pages and bundling it up into a pretty package for sale. Oh, you thought the countless hours spent writing and revising it into coherent and intelligible story was all you needed to do? That's cute. 

First and foremost, did you get it edited? No, you edited it yourself? Editing is the hardest thing to do because as the storyteller you know the story and see it happening on the walls of your mind. From painful, extremely painful experience you're going to miss something and when you see it, it will be so blatant and visible that it will stun you. From personal experience I know editing yourself doesn't work. How much does an editor cost? Depending on length novella thirty thousand words to novel length eighty thousand words, $300 to $1,000 which is a fuck load more than you thought it would and now you're starting to see the dollar signs and you're telling yourself you can do this yourself. 

Indies make a mistake and every single one is pulled apart and commented on and deducts from the appeal in the reader's eye. It doesn't matter that there are fat, ugly books sitting on the shelf on Barnes and Noble, those mistakes get shrugged off and practically ignored. You make a mistake or your book isn't as good as you can afford to make it you're going to see it, it will come out in your reviews (the ones you're lucky to get). Think about cost versus benefit. 

Cover, already discussed in another post,  $30-$1000 it's your call.

Okay, okay, cover in place it's written and polished and now time to upload for sale. Okay, now's the time to format. Do you know HTML? I don't even know what the fuck it really is, some kind of code. I have two HTML books for dummies and spent a weekend locked in my room trying to convert my book for upload to Amazon. By the time I was done I had gone through four bouts of tears and spent more hours in a fetal position on the hard fake wood floor than I care to count. If you flinch at the talk of code, you have to pay to have it formatted, if you don't then you can do it yourself (and I hate you). It's the most basic thing and it seems so easy but if you don't know what you're doing it will show and you're going to piss off the reader. Professional formatting cost? Depending on length most run about $150 if it's really long it could hit $200. Thinking about taking a class, aren't you? That's just for Amazon, epub file is the Nook and Apple and Kobo format. I don't even know what it is but if you pay a formatter they will give you both files in the cost. 

Self-publishing isn't cheap, there are always going to be ways to cut costs but consider does the benefit of the cut outweigh what you are getting? I'm going to warn you right now, never work with friends or family and never let anyone do you a favor. Your book and your goals will never be as important to someone else as it is to you. Pay for it and they'll deliver, don't pay it and the frustration could sever or strain ties. Is it worth it, hell if I know. What's the cost of the dream? Maybe, like anything the question is, what is it worth to you?

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Snippet of WIP

Sorry have been so quiet on Twitter lately. Working on getting out 2 stories this month (fingers crossed). 
Here's a little something on credit from His Marriage Demand:



Justin and I pose for a few together then with Drake. I’m ordered into another dress. We do a few more before Drake is satisfied, Justin groans with relief and goes to change. But I’m not and stop Drake. “Drake?”
          His eyebrow goes up at the way I say his name. “What?”
          “How much do you love me?” I whisper as I run a hand down his chest. Loving the way his muscles flex in reaction to my touch.
          “Out with it before I embarrass the both of us.”
          “You got pictures of me, I want pictures of you.”
          “I did take some pictures, while Justin and I were waiting for you.”
          “Yes, but,” I take a shaky breath and I move my hand farther down. “I want pictures of you without your shirt on.”
          His goes hand goes around my wrist, it’s almost painful. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, “You want me to pose without my shirt on?” The words come out of him tight.
          “I was hoping you would agree to just your boxers, only I’m not sure if Graham could take it. Also, the more we talk about it the wetter I’m getting and now I don’t know.”
          “You are fucking killing me here. This is what other women would have done in the jewelry store. You’re doing it for pictures of me in my boxers. I swear, you are fucking killing me. You know when we get home I’m going to fuck you so long and hard you can’t move for days?”
          “Yes, please.”
          His inhales hard, “Tit for tat. You in? Your bra and panties are sheer, Graham won’t care.”
          I don’t even hesitate, just nod.
          “Get the hell out of here, send Justin down to the car with Norman. We should be done by the time you get back. I want you clean of all makeup, your hair down, looking like you just rolled out of bed, our bed.”
          Nodding, I turn, practically running for the door. I get Justin down to the car and hand him my phone to play with. Norman nods at babysitting for a little while. My walk back up is slower, I’m praying that Graham takes advantage of his time with Drake.
          Carla cleans me up and is chuckling as I blush as she takes my hair down. “I knew the minute Drake called me and told me I had to drop everything in New York to do your makeup you were special. I’ve never seen him like this before.”
          Thanking her with a blush, I look up in the mirror to see Drake waiting against the door. He’s dressed and his are roaming. I get up and he takes my hand as he walks me into the studio. Graham has gone from polite to downright chipper while he moves lights around a futon set up in all white sheets and pillows. Knowing Drake has been lying in it for his pictures for me has me trembling. Drake’s hands go up to the back of my dress, slowly, he pulls the zipper down. The dress falls, I step out without embarrassment. The underwear is all sheer, with light touches of lace at the edges. His eyes run over me as if they were his hands. “Stop it, you’re making wet. I don’t want that to come out in the pictures.”
          He doesn’t stop, I’m aching with need. Graham calls to me and we disconnect. Turning towards Graham, I breathe deep and follow his instructions. Lying down on the futon, the smell of Drake’s cologne on the sheets is torture while I go through ten agonizing minutes of poses until Drake calls a halt.
          Drakes settles the dress over me as he and Graham confirm a time for the pictures to be picked up the next day. All of the pictures were done digitally. I let Drake pick out the announcement photos and am left at the other computer picking out pictures with a click. It’s pretty simple, I just check the box next to the picture I want then pick the size and number I want. I love several, for once I don’t think of the cost as I click on picture after picture of Justin and me and then almost all of me and Drake. When it comes to Drake’s pictures, I’m bright red and I click on every single one. I’m picking several different sizes when Drake comes to my side.
          His mouth moves along my neck. “Do the same for me sweetheart and start developing a headache.”
          I do as he orders, blushing as I pick out the ones of me. I’m surprised they look even better than I had hoped. It was a small, very easy price to pay to have the pictures of Drake. 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Into your life some flakes are going to fall

You meet someone and you're sure they're good peoples and normal until you make the mistake. You ask them for a favor or even worse, they offer to do something for you. Then it happens, or rather it doesn't happen. The date approaches and you try not ask about it as frantically as you feel. Then the day passes without the person coming through.  They have flaked on you. 

The feelings flash, anger, sadness, resentment. Personally, I'm not one to ask for favors or to ever depend on anyone else. I don't often accept even when someone offers their help, because I don't like to feel like I owe someone anything. In your new endeavor there will be people who will know because they are so close to you they know how often you use the restroom a day. Then there will be the people who you can't help but share your news with because it's so exciting. People, friends, family and even sometimes those you won't know will want to 'help'. They will offer sweetly and with enthusiasm. You won't want to impose, 'no but thank you' and then you'll shoot yourself in the foot and say yes. 

They will, of course, have the best intentions. You'll believe them and stupidly you'll depend on them. There's the big things, like needing beta readers and then the not so big things that feel huge when they aren't done, like reviewing your book once it book has been posted. 

Here's the thing, I'm sure they meant every word they said. The fact remains that more than half the people who promise you something won't come through. Whether it's being a beta reader, reading your book once it's been finished or writing a review of your book once they'd finished. 

Know it, accept and breathe deep. Your loved ones, friends and acquaintances will flake on you. You will swear long and hard and then you'll wish harm on them and then finally you'll get over it. Flaking is going to happen, it will happen to you and at some point you will flake on someone. 

My best advice is don't put all the eggs in one basket. I started with seven people who said they would be beta readers and I ended up with four and only two of them read all seven stories. If I had has many reviews as I'd been promised by family and friends, I'd be at over forty (I'm at 11 now). Accept that if you do accept assistance from others it won't always work out the way you hoped it would. That's life and just remember if it's really bad, there's something called karma. 




Saturday, August 23, 2014

Meet Setta Jay a Paranormal Erotic Romance Writer

Hi, my name is Setta Jay. First, I’d like to thank Fiona Murphy for inviting me post on her blog.

A little about me… I’m afraid I’m not overly exciting. LOL I’m a thirty seven year old stay at home writer thanks to my amazing husband. We’ve been together thirteen years and celebrate our tenth anniversary soon. I love animals, reading, travel, and posting man candy pictures on my Facebook page.
I currently write erotic paranormal romance. I may venture into other erotic subgenres at some point, but for now I have my paranormal series. I write hot, sexy alpha males who tend to enjoy a bit of kink. Some like to share, and others are ultra-possessive with exhibitionist tendencies. My heroines are strong, yet feminine and always smart enough to live. If you enjoy a book with a meaty plot, and enough explicit sex to set your reader on fire, then my books might be for you. There are sleeping Gods, creatures that resemble ones found in Mythology, Guardians and Demi-Gods scorching up the pages in dominant fashion.


My Guardians of the Realms series is as standalone as possible, but there is story line and subplot continuation between the books. If you want a free taste, I’ve written a short story prequel, Hidden Ecstasy, which you can download at all available retailers.

Setta is currently hosting a giveaway, click on the link below to enter.



You can find Setta Jay on
Her website: http://www.settajay.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/settajayauthor
Twitter: @SETTAJAY_ 




Short story prequel to the Guardians of the Realms Series. 

For the last several centuries, Vane, son of the Goddess Athena, and Immortal Warrior Niall, has been avoiding exile to the Immortal Realm. He and his dark, brooding twin and their sister have hidden among humanity, on Earth, ever since the Gods were sent to sleep for their sins. 
Brianne was one of only three female Guardians of the Realms. It was her duty to ensure that humanity evolved without being subjugated by more powerful beings. For too long she had succumbed to the lure of a strong and sexy Demi-God that could never be hers, one that she should have exiled long ago. 
Their desire was breaking all the rules… 

Warning – This story is intended for a mature audience and contains explicit sex and a dominant male behaving badly.







As one of the twelve Guardians of the Realms, Urian has spent the last several centuries in a constant battle to keep the inhabitants of Earth’s Realms under control. Humanity needed to evolve, hell beasts needed to die, and Immortal races needed mates. Unfortunately, he found that he cared less about duty, and more about when his sexy voyeur would again grace the shadows to watch as he and his brother Guardian shared one of the human females frequenting the club. All Guardians were forbidden contact with the little goddess and her brothers, but his need for her was escalating. He found it more difficult than ever to keep from pinning her face down on the nearest surface, and making her his. 


Alexandra and her brothers have avoided exile from the human Realm for centuries, ever since the Creators sent the Gods to sleep for their sins against humanity, and banished the Immortals. She has always known that she was needed on Earth. Only once had she gone against her instincts and the price she paid will forever haunt her. It is for that reason she forces herself to stay away from the only male that has ever truly enticed her. The only one that has ever made her flesh heat, and her stomach quiver with desire. 



In desperate need to help her beloved brother, she will have to go to the enthralling Guardian, her dark obsession. He is her best hope to get the help she needs, even though he would surely attempt to exile her. She won't go easily… 



Warning – This book contains explicit and sizzling sex scenes with big dominant males that like to share. MFM, ménage, and light bondage







Gregoire has spent centuries with his brother Guardians fighting for the safety and security of the Realms. Endless decades of battling mixed with bouts of mindless sex to sate his needs. Needs that haven’t truly been fulfilled since she was born. The one destined to be his bonded mate. For the last twenty five years Gregoire has kept his distance giving her time to grow into a female who is capable of handling his intense dominance. 

Alyssa has done everything that was expected of her, until the day she finds out she has a mate who has left her unclaimed. Unheard of when mates are rare and coveted. Even worse is the fact that he is the most powerful of her race and a Guardian of the Realms. Furious at the rejection she decides she is now in charge of her life. No more will she allow others to rule her. 

Against the backdrop of evil forces that are conspiring to topple the Realms, can Gregoire find his wayward mate before she is taken by corrupt Immortals? Can Alyssa forgive him and learn to exert her own female power while surrendering to his savage passion? And will the two of them be able to forge a mate bond that cannot be severed... or will they be forever cursed with an Ecstasy Unclaimed? 

Warning – Dirty talking, possessive alpha male; scenes of sexual exhibition; an instance of f/f; spankings and more 


A headstrong sassy mortal, Rain is a Mageia living in Tetartos, the Realm of beasts and Immortals. Her nights have been restless, filled with sensual dreams of a big blonde Guardian whose glares indicate he wants nothing to do with her. She is determined to shake off the odd feelings until she finds out her dream lover is responsible for her rescue from a demented Demi-God. In doing so, his touch ignites something rare and coveted. Something that she’s never anticipated… Something he should have told her about. Rain is set on making him explain and then feel the full force of her ire. 


After a devastating betrayal resulting in the loss of a close friend a century ago, Dorian refuses to trust or engage with Immortals other than his Guardian family. His years of brutal fighting in the underground Immortal rings are over. He patrols the Realms and slakes his lust with the humans on Earth. Existing, but not living as he used to. He knows the moment he scents Rain that he has found his mate and after touching her he plans to avoid her as long as he can... Until he learns she is in danger. Raging, his beast demands that he go to her, but taking her from their enemy has repercussions he fully plans to escape at all costs. 



For Dorian, finding a way out of mating Rain means he could succumb to madness and harm those that mean so much to him… but giving in to his burning urge for her means losing control in a heated mating frenzy sure to ignite them both and link them forever. 



Warning: This book is intended for adult audiences; brief instances of M/F/F and M/F/M ménage; voyeurism and sexually explicit scenes. 




Saturday, August 16, 2014

Running a new giveaway

In celebration (?) of lowering my prices I am running a new giveaway. Enter to win a $10.00 Amazon gift card and a $5.00 Amazon gift card and a free ebook from my catalog. It starts Sunday at midnight on the 17th until the 24th.

a Rafflecopter giveaway



Don't forget that Abby has Gone Wild is still free and available everywhere, even iTunes!










This is a standalone novella at 39,561 words, it is an erotic romance with explicit language so please be aware that it is graphic in nature before purchasing. 

Below check out the second excerpt from Abby has Gone Wild


If I thought he was done, I was so very wrong. He sends me texts begging me to call him. Then he gave up and pretended like I was responding and we were having conversations, long texts about what we were doing at the time. He was funny and sarcastic and he had me laughing again. Then he sent texts that were so hot I don’t know how my phone didn’t melt. Even though I told myself not to, I gave in. I used my vibrator, wishing it was him as I came to his words. What made me crazy was he knew I did it. I don’t know how he did but he knew. He was making me crazy and that had to be the reason, the only reason, when after three weeks he calls me late on a Saturday night I answer.

I open my mouth to tell him to stop calling but instead I moan his name and sigh. I’m still trembling from the orgasm I’ve had to the text he’d just sent. His intake of breath is clear.
“Abby, did you just come for me?”
“Yes.” I whisper, floating as I drift back from the stars.
“Are your fingers still in your pussy?”
“Yes.” I moan as my fingers linger in my wet pussy.
“I want you to lick your fingers baby. Taste yourself the way I tasted you after you left me standing in the parking lot with your juices on my fingers and my dick hard.”
I do as he orders and sigh. I know the taste of myself and I like it.
“Abby, I want to bury my face in your pussy and taste you all over again. Is your clit still tender?”
“Hmm.” Sitting up, I undo the clasp of my bra that I’d been in too much of a rush to remove and just pulled up to get at my aching nipples.
“What are you doing baby?”
“My bra, tight, taking it off.”
“Your breasts are so beautiful, my cock is twitching thinking of them. Are your nipples hard, have you been playing with them while you read what I want to do to you?”
“Yes.” I whisper, ashamed as I attempt to sooth the tight peaks.
“Don’t baby, don’t sound like that. I wrote it to make you come. I wrote it because I can’t be near you and I want to be so badly. But if you aren’t ready for that, I’ll take what I can get.
I wish I were there with you now. I want you to take a nipple into your mouth and suck it deep into your mouth. Will you suck your nipple for me baby? Suck it deep into your mouth and play with your nipple with your tongue. That’s a good girl I can hear you moaning. Say my name. Say it.” I moan his name and he sighs. “Good girl, now do the same to your other breast but now I want you to use your teeth just a light grazing of your teeth and then suck it deep inside your mouth while your tongue plays with it. That’s it baby, you like that don’t you? I can hear you that you do. Put your fingers back in your pussy.
Put them back in for me. I want you to slide your middle finger deep inside yourself while you suck your tits.” I can only moan his name. He’s setting my body on fire all over again from his words. His voice in my ear makes it feel like he’s here with me. “I’m looking at your tits right now. I can see they’re wet from your mouth, make them wetter for me. Suck them into your mouth and then I want you to take a nipple between your fingers and roll it around and squeeze it, almost till it hurts. Your little gasp just caused my cock to jerk, I’m leaking all over my cock for you. Is your finger still in your pussy, sliding into you where my cock should be?”
“Yes, oh yes.” I’m so close. I want to come.
“Not yet Abby, don’t come yet. I want you to add another finger to your pussy. Do it for me baby, add another finger for me. Feels good, you like that?” I can only sigh, and whimper, speech is too much for me. “That’s good baby, now a third finger, add a third finger. Now I want you to slide your thumb up to your clit, I know it’s swollen and as hard as my cock. Slide it over again and again.” I’m sobbing with the power of my climax and my body is shaking. I want him here with me and it’s his name on my lips as I fall apart. His breath is hard in my ear and through the phone I can hear his hand stroking his cock. Then he groans my name and I know he’s come for me. 


Moaning, feeling lost and alone I roll over in bed and bury my face in the pillow. Knowing I have no other words left, I end the call. Then terrified of what might happen next, I turn off my cell.