Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Visiting Cara Bristol Today

I'm over at Cara Bristol's Blog today discussing the differences between writing contemporary and historical spanking romance.

Click here to join the discussion. 

Have you heard? I have two new books available on Amazon.



Laying Down the Law  Newly divorced and returning to law school after a twenty year absence, Ali Stewart has just one class to complete before sitting for the bar exam, becoming a lawyer and moving on with her life. She feels out of place with her much younger classmates, but she's determined to succeed and put her ex-husband far in the past.

When she is paired with Griff for the semester, she learns that even though he is much younger, there is much he can teach her, in and out of the classroom. 

Laying Down The Law is an erotic spanking romance that includes explicit sex, anal sex and legal terms used in an erotic manner.

And Corrected By The Colonel 

 Miss Cassandra Sheridan is desperate to get married. Not because she is deeply in love, but because her family is deeply in debt. She leaves behind her two younger sisters to care for their ailing father while she heads out to do the only thing she can to secure the future for herself and her family--marry a rich man. 


She sets her sights on Lord Owen Tyndall, attractive, rich and gullible. Just when Cassandra is sure a proposal is imminent, Lord Tyndall's cousin, the annoying and attractive Colonel Blaise Sinclair, arrives. 


The Colonel is not nearly so easily fooled as his cousin and he is determined to find out the real story behind Miss Cassandra Sheridan's presence at Hadley Hall. If he must employ over the knee discipline to ferret out her plans, then so much the better. 


Corrected By The Colonel is an erotic Regency romance that includes explicit sex, rapid fire dialogue, anal play and anal sex all within the confines of proper Regency society. If such topics offend you, please do not buy this book.

Friday, September 12, 2014

#SatSpanks from Corrected By The Colonel


Yes, I have a new book out. Funny isn't it? I go for months without publishing and now I have two new books for sale. Today's post comes from Corrected By The Colonel a Regency spanking romance which is now available for pre-order on Amazon. How does pre-order work? Well, you can order the book now and on September 20 it will magically appear on your kindle ready for you to read and enjoy. 

Corrected By The Colonel Blurb

Miss Cassandra Sheridan is desperate to get married. Not because she is deeply in love, but because her family is deeply in debt. She leaves behind her two younger sisters to care for their ailing father while she heads out to do the only thing she can to secure the future for herself and her family—marry a rich man.
She sets her sights on Lord Owen Tyndall, attractive, rich and gullible. Just when Cassandra is sure a proposal is imminent, Lord Tyndall's cousin, the annoying and attractive Colonel Blaise Sinclair, arrives.
The Colonel is not nearly so easily fooled as his cousin and he is determined to find out the real story behind Miss Cassandra Sheridan's presence at Hadley Hall. If he must employ over the knee discipline to ferret out her plans, then so much the better.
Corrected By The Colonel is an erotic romance that includes explicit sex, rapid fire dialogue, anal play and anal sex all within the confines of proper Regency society. If such topics offend you, please do not buy this book. 



          As though she had not even spoken, he continued to raise her hem. Cool air prickled against parts of her body which had never been bared in such a way, particularly out of doors. Or to a man.  Surely he would stop.
          She squirmed in place as unbidden moisture seeped between her thighs.
          “You have a secret, poppet.” He gathered up her skirts and looped them over her bound hands. The front of her skirt shielded her femininity, but her entire backside was completely exposed. “And I mean to find out what it is.”
           “I have no secrets.” She lied. “If you were any sort of gentleman you would stop what you are doing this instant.”

          “If you were any sort of lady you would not be about to get a spanking.” 

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Spanking Stories Book Club from School's In Session

Happy Friday! This week and next we'll be discussing the books from the School's In Session Boxed Set. The books are available individually for $3.99 each or you can buy all five for $9.99, which is half price.

We'll be talking about the books in the order they appear in the boxed set, so first up....Laying Down The Law by Me!

Blurb: Newly divorced and returning to law school after a twenty year absence, Ali Stewart has just one class to complete before sitting for the bar exam, becoming a lawyer and moving on with her life. She feels out of place with her much younger classmates, but she's determined to succeed and put her ex-husband far in the past.
When she is paired with Griff for the semester, she learns that he even though he is much younger, there is much he can teach her, in and out of the classroom.

Laying Down The Law is an erotic romance which includes spanking, anal sex and graphic sex.  

Inside scoop: The legal case Griff and Ali worked on is based on a case I had in real life. It was very satisfying to expose a big fat liar and I hope that came across in the book.

Questions:

1. Ali, the heroine, is 45 and Griff is 29. Some have called this a cougar romance. I tend to think of Ali as more of a reluctant cougar since Griff is the one who pursues her. What do you think? Is Ali a cougar? How do you define a cougar?
2. One reviewer said that a scene involving Ali's ex-husband pushed her close to her limits. I'll admit that scene was more violent (and unexpected) than my usual. If you've read the book, what did you think of that scene? If you haven't read the book, what are your limits for what makes you feel comfortable? Have those limits changed over time?


Laying Down the Law Buy Links Amazon Blushing Books 


Next Up: Detention With Professor Black by Dinah McLeod

Michelle Johnson has been down on her luck for the past year and life only seems to be getting worse. First, she's diagnosed with cancer, then she loses her job, her apartment and her boyfriend of six years one after the other. Now she has to move back in with the father that abandoned her after her parents' divorce. Life just couldn't get any worse.

That's what she thought, until the only teaching position she can find is Kindergarten - her least favorite! Worse yet, the principal is her old high school crush who doesn't hesitate to punish tardiness with a special kind of detention.


Questions: 

1. Dinah's books often delve into tricky or deeper subjects. In this case, the heroine has just dealt with cancer, although the more troubling issue is her broken relationship with her father. How dark are you willing to go when reading erotica/spanking fiction - do you think any topic can mix successfully? 

2. Confession time: Did you ever get detention when you were in school? If so, why? 

3. Michelle is way down on her luck and who does she run into but her high school crush.  Have you ever run into a former crush or boy/girl friend years later? If so, did they still have the same affect on you or did you look at them and say "what was I thinking?" 

Detention With Professor Black buy links: Amazon  Blushing Books 

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

My Latest Regency Spanking Romance Now Available for Pre-Order!

Surprise! I have another new book releasing soon and you can beat the crowds by pre-ordering it now. By ordering now, the book will automatically appear on your ereader when it goes on sale on September 20. Whew! No more setting your alarm clock to be the first in line for my newest book!

Corrected By The Colonel 

Miss Cassandra Sheridan is desperate to get married. Not because she is deeply in love, but because her family is deeply in debt. She leaves behind her two younger sisters to care for their ailing father while she heads out to do the only thing she can to secure the future for herself and her family—marry a rich man.

She sets her sights on Lord Owen Tyndall, attractive, rich and gullible. Just when Cassandra is sure a proposal is imminent, Lord Tyndall's cousin, the annoying and attractive Colonel Blaise Sinclair, arrives.

The Colonel is not nearly so easily fooled as his cousin and he is determined to find out the real story behind Miss Cassandra Sheridan's presence at Hadley Hall. If he must employ over the knee discipline to ferret out her plans, then so much the better.


Corrected By The Colonel is an erotic Regency romance that includes explicit sex, rapid fire dialogue, anal play and anal sex all within the confines of proper Regency society. If such topics offend you, please do not buy this book. 

Special thanks to Anthony Walsh, The Cover Artisan, for his work on this beautiful cover. I love the richness of the colors. 

Here's a sample to whet your appetite: 

Miss Cassandra Sheridan perched daintily upon a settee in the drawing room of Hadley Hall embroidering an elaborate pattern. Whether it would be made into a tablecloth or wall decoration she cared not. Performing the feminine arts was expected of her and while a guest at Hadley Hall, she would make no missteps, regardless of how much she disliked country activities and most ladies’ endeavors in general.
           She stitched on. She loathed needlework. All those hours spent making tiny sews, the finer the better. As though the mark of a woman’s worth came from the number of stitches she could cram into an inch of fabric.
          But she had an imperative mission and if success required a few hours sedately pushing a needle into a piece of cotton cloth in order to complete her goal, then so be it. What was an afternoon or two of drudgery compared to a lifetime of grandeur as the mistress of Hadley Hall?
          While feigning interest in the discussion of the other ladies she took a visual tour of the room. Large paintings adorned the walls, mostly likenesses of generations of Tyndalls. A few were reputed to be by famous artists and allegedly worth thousands of pounds.
           One large portrait depicted the current mistress of Hadley Hall, Lady Blanche Tyndall. In addition to the rapturously luxurious gown she wore in the portrait, diamonds and sapphires adorned Lady Tyndall in such abundance Cassandra wondered how the diminutive woman had been able to bear the weight.
          Cassandra envisioned herself sitting for a portrait bedecked by the same jewels; the weight of history and family money around her neck and dangling from her ears. A most heady thought, indeed.
          But first, she had to secure a proposal from the son of the widowed Lady Tyndall. It had been her singular goal since making the acquaintance of Lord Owen Tyndall in London and when she learned that dear, rich, and available Lord Tyndall had a younger sister, Cassandra had made it her business to befriend the sweet girl.
          Lady Jane Tyndall, a delicate, harmless, and trusting girl, found the attentions of the lively Miss Cassandra Sheridan flattering and amusing. Upon the basis of that friendship Cassandra managed to get herself invited to a house party at Hadley Hall. She had even dropped sufficient hints to Lady Jane to secure an invitation to travel with Lady Jane, her mother and brother from London in advance of the other guests, like she was already a member of the family.
          Oh, the idea of it made her heart flutter.
          She dutifully stitched on.

***

          Cassandra lay upon the bed of her guest room in her undergarments ostensibly resting before dinner.
          Cassandra did not need rest. She needed a husband and she needed one now.
          Not that she was some lovesick girl mooning over Owen Tyndall, though his looks were more than tolerable. What he lacked in charisma he made up for with wealth, social standing, and more wealth.
          Why the rush to wedded bliss?
          Cassandra had it on good authority from his sister, Lady Jane, that another party of guests was expected which would include Miss Eliza Collins, a reputed favorite of Owen’s. If Cassandra was going to secure his affections and a marriage proposal, she needed to do it before the arrival of her adversary.
          A potential husband such as Lord Tyndall was too valuable and important to allow to slip through her fingers and into the waiting arms of Miss Collins.
          The Collins' family wealth rivaled that of the Tyndalls. Why should all that money be hoarded by two families not in need when it could be spread out to Cassandra, and more importantly her younger sisters, who required decent clothing and respectable dowries if they were going to avoid a life of drudgery as governesses or widows' companions.
          She shuddered at the thought. The only thing between the Sheridan sisters and abject poverty was Cassandra’s sheer determination to keep them from it.
          Cassandra’s father suffered a grave illness and with his estate entailed upon the male line, once he died, Cassandra and her sisters would be at the mercy of a distant uncle who had no interest in his nieces’ futures other than how long it would take them to vacate the household.
          Not only was her beloved father’s time limited, but so was Cassandra’s. According to Lady Jane, Miss Collins would arrive the following week. Cassandra had a mere seven days to convince Lord Tyndall he loved only her.
          She dressed carefully for dinner, strategically planning out her wardrobe choices for the next few days with an eye to allurement. She examined her gowns and wondered if she might be able to ask one of the maids to perform a few repairs. Limited funds had forced Cassandra to give up her personal maid. Fortunately, no one questioned her story when she explained her maid had been called away on a family emergency. There was no shortage of staff at Hadley Hall, though how she would explain why her dresses needed repair when she only just arrived might be a bit tricky. She could hardly tell them she had been so busy caring for her ill father and directing the management of his meager estate she had neither the time nor funds for proper clothing.
          Of course, they were servants, so why did she feel a need to explain anything to them at all?
          At dinner time she left her room intent on securing Owen's affections. A footman at the end of the hall caught her attention. “You there,” she called out. “I need your assistance.”
          The man turned in response to her directive, but did not move with sufficient speed to suit her. By the time he arrived at her door, he appeared insolent indeed. “Yes?” he asked, his eyes scanning her up and down in a most inappropriate way.
          She added his immediate termination to the list of changes she would make as soon as she became Lady Tyndall. For now, she did not wish to tip her hand too readily, so she simply gave him a withering glare before turning back into her room and returning with one of her shoes which she handed to him saying “There is a small hole in the sole of this shoe. Please see to its repair.”
          The man, who she noticed had penetrating dark eyes and possibly a haughty smirk which she did her best to ignore, glanced down at the shoe in his hand, appeared to wish to say something, thought better of it, bowed and said “As you wish, my lady,” then turned and walked away.
          Cassandra watched his retreat and hated herself for noting the way his jacket hugged the broad expanse of his shoulders. She gave herself a mental shake. She was on a mission to land a lord, not ogle the hired help.
          She straightened her skirt, gave one last glance to the mirror, then made her way to the drawing room for pre-dinner socializing.
          It pleased her when the object of her visit, Lord Owen Tyndall, glanced in her direction as she entered the room. She would never be so forward as to approach him, but she did make her way to a conversation area where Lady Jane sat which also happened to be very near Lord Tyndall’s location. As expected, he joined them and enquired after their well-being and asked how they had spent the afternoon.
          “We had the most enjoyable time visiting in the drawing room and working on our embroidery,” Lady Jane said, with as much enthusiasm as a placid girl could. Presumably in hopes of aiding her friend’s cause, she added, “Miss Sheridan stitches beautifully.”
          Lord Tyndall looked suitably impressed. “The fine handiwork ladies perform always amazes me. How can you stitch so delicately?”
          Cassandra smiled demurely and peeped up at Lord Tyndall through her lashes. “You flatter me, my lord,” she said in her most humble voice. ‘Amazes’ was a strong word to use for the act of pushing a needle through a piece of cloth, but she assumed Lord Tyndall intended to express the ardor of his feelings for her in all things.
          “Miss Eliza Collins is an exemplary stitcher,” Lord Tyndall said, a faraway look in his eye. Cassandra’s demure countenance disappeared and she snapped her gaze up to look at him before she realized the suddenness of her movements.
          “I have heard she is quite accomplished,” Lady Jane said and Cassandra wondered how on earth a woman miles away and not expected for days, had invaded the drawing room. This was her night, not some stupid woman with money and extraordinary needle skills.
          From behind her, Cassandra heard a cough which might have been a stifled laugh. She tilted her head and unobtrusively scanned the room.
          The impudent footman stood near the mantle. Had he overheard their conversation? Had he snickered at her expense?
          A footman making fun of her, Miss Cassandra Sheridan, a woman who would soon be mistress of this household? The cheek.
          She gave him her most imperious stare from the top of his thick dark hair to the tips of his well shined boots. She pretended most intensely she had not noticed his piercing eyes or broad chest.
         To her satisfaction, the servant turned and left the room.
          Clearly she would make a most excellent lady of the manor.


Friday, September 5, 2014

#SatSpanks from Laying Down the Law


If you're here for the Summer Spanks Hop Click here.  

If you're here for Spanking Stories Book Club's discussion of Last Dance for Cadence by Maren Smith, click here. 

Saturday Spankers...read on! 

Today is release day  Tomorrow is release day for Laying Down the Law, my contribution to the School's In Session Boxed set. Click here to buy the boxed set and here to buy Laying Down the Law. 

Now it looks like today is release day. Here's the Amazon link


“Do you know why you are being punished, Ms. Allison Stewart?”
His tone, the use of her full name, standing naked in the corner with her backside on display. Her heart thudded a cadence in her chest.
She had no idea what to expect and even less idea of how to explain why she was even at his apartment in the first place. But damn it, she was a woman in her prime, at least that’s what all the magazines told her, and she was tired of sitting on the sidelines.
No, she wasn’t on the sidelines. She was in the corner with her nose pressed to the wall. Eyes closed, she concentrated on maintaining her composure. 



Blurb: Newly divorced and returning to law school after a twenty year absence, Ali Stewart has just one class to complete before sitting for the bar exam, becoming a lawyer and moving on with her life. She feels out of place with her much younger classmates, but she's determined to succeed and put her ex-husband far in the past. 
When she is paired with Griff for the semester, she learns that he even though he is younger, there is much he can teach her, in and out of the classroom.
Laying Down The Law is an erotic romance which includes spanking, anal sex and graphic sex.  

Spanking Stories Book Club: Last Dance For Cadence by Maren Smith


If you are here for the Summer Spanks Hop, please scroll down (but feel free to read this post too).

Let's give a big Spanking Stories Book Club Welcome to Emily Tilton who is here to discuss the final (for now) Corbin's Bend story: Last Dance for Cadence by Maren Smith.



Okay, so when I heard that I was going to publish a book in the same series in which Maren Smith was going to publish Last Dance for Cadence, I kind of thought it was pretty special (same with so many of my other fellow CB authors!). And now it's just an incredible privilege to lead a discussion of her wonderful book.


Here's the way the book sets up in the blurb:


The ad read: “Full-time housekeeper/nanny position. Live-in preferred. References and experience required. Salary negotiable. Apply in person.”


Cadence Westmore knew she wasn’t qualified for the job, but for a paycheck and an apartment, she was determined to apply. As an ex-dancer with two bad legs and no experience with children, she expected to be turned down. What she didn’t expect was the instant attraction she felt when Corbin’s Bend’s resident doctor took her in his capable hands.


A widower with three boys to raise, Dr. Marcus Devon knew he needed help. But he also knew Cadence Westmore was the last person he should hire. Still he gave her the job, opening his home and his life to a woman as stubborn as she was lovely, and as determined not to need him as he was to make her his. She was her own worst enemy, pushing herself to exceed her wounded body’s physical limitations until the doctor finally stepped in to apply some good old-fashioned bare-bottom medicine. The more she rebelled, the more he took her across his knee until at last Cadence realized if she wasn’t careful, she just might lose everything all over again.


Marcus is very alpha, in a lovely, quiet way, but it was Cadence who won me over: the way her defiance originates in her idea of who she has to be, in order to keep it together, seems to me to allow Maren to write her character's psychology both convincingly and movingly. The triumph of Last Dance for Cadence lies for me in Maren's heart-rending, and then heart-warming, portrayal of a woman's transformation from despair to hope.


The thing that always gets me about Maren's stuff is that the DD spanking and the romance simply go hand in hand. Here's a little excerpt that I think shows what I mean:


She was so stupid. Why hadn’t she thought this through? Why hadn’t she waited for Marcus to come home, given him a chance to explain? Why did some nasty, dirty, awful and dark part deep down inside her still want to run?
“Cadence?” From the backseat, buckled safely into his booster seat, Buddy’s voice sounded so small and timid. “Are we in trouble?”
“No, Buddy.” She forced a smile when she glanced back at him. “Of course not.”
“Are you?” Michael asked. His too young eyes seemed just wise enough to give her a knowing look when she flashed him that same smile next. There was something in that look she just couldn’t bring herself to lie to.
“Your father would never hurt me,” she said instead.
That was the truth too. For the first time since Marcus had caught her, from the first time she’d tried to run really, her hands relaxed their death’s grip on one another. How mind-boggling it was to think that in a few short minutes, she could very well find herself back in his office, her pants and panties puddled around her knees while he took her across his lap for a spanking to beat all spankings.
...bust your butt like you’ve never felt before...
But that wasn’t the same as hurting her, was it? Sebastian had hurt her. He’d all but killed her. For the last year, between the accident, the hospital, learning to walk again and learning that she hadn’t a prayer of ever again dancing the way she had always ached to, she had been walking, talking and breathing, but still she had been dead in every way that mattered most.


Questions

  1. Maren's prose is so smooth, and so literary, that it make me want to ask how great an effect you think style has on your enjoyment of spanking fiction. I know it has a huge effect on mine. (Okay, really this question is just your chance to tell Maren how awesome a writer she is, the way I hope I just did.)
  2. A cadence is, according to The Harvard Dictionary of Music and Musicians, a melodic or harmonic configuration that creates a sense of resolution. Why do you think Maren named her heroine Cadence?
  3. (This is my "hard-hitting" question. Everyone should feel free to ignore it, but I have to say it fascinates me, and I'd love to discuss it.) Cadence comes to Corbin's Bend without knowing the special nature of the community. More than one of the Corbin's Bend novellas feature heroines who arrive there without knowing that they're likely to get spanked. Why?
  4. The live-in nanny fantasy (which features in Last Dance for Cadence) is pretty hot. Why?
  5. Maren writes an alpha-male like very few other authors. What do you think are the essential defining characteristics of an alpha-male?



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September 12 and 19 we'll be discussing the books from the School's In Session Boxed Set (which goes on sale tomorrow!). Can't wait!

Summer Spanks Hop

Summer is officially over....and another school year has begun.

I'm excited to share a snippet from Laying Down the Law, to be released September 6 as part of the School's In Session Boxed Set which will include stories by Dinah McLeod, Maggie Carpenter, Kate Richards, Renee Rose and me.

Update: Now available on Amazon. Click here. 

In Laying Down the Law, Ali is 45 and recently divorced. She left law school 20 years before to give birth to twins and never finsihed the one last class she needed to graduate.

Much has changed in those twenty years, particularly technology. Here's a snippet where Ali learns about sexting.

He picked up the assignment and read aloud, glancing up at Ali to enjoy her flush of discomfort as the words sunk in.
A young woman comes to your office and reports that her now former boyfriend has posted explicit pictures of her online. The pictures have caused her great embarrassment and might have cost her a job she applied for. She wants the pictures taken down.
How do you proceed?
“Uhoh. She’s been sexting. What do you think of that, Ali?” He knew he shouldn’t tease her, but she was so adorable when she was embarrassed.
“Sexting? What’s that?”
Griff tried not to show his surprise. “Sexting. It’s when people use their phones to take sexy pictures of themselves and then send them to their boyfriend or girlfriend or spouse or both.”
Ali gave him a skeptical look. “Are you making this up just to embarrass me? Let me see that assignment.”
He laughed. She might be shy but she wasn’t stupid. “Sure, now you read it out loud.”
Her eyes scanned the piece of paper and a delightful flush started at her neck and moved upward.
“Why would anyone do such a thing?”
“Oh come on. You’ve never sent a naughty picture to your husband or a boyfriend?”
“I’d be mortified. Besides, look what happened to this girl. That’s why you should never act that way. You can’t trust anyone.”
Something in her demeanor changed when she said ‘you can’t trust anyone’. He already knew she was divorced, so that probably wasn’t a big discovery.
“You can trust some people, you just need to select them carefully.”
“I disagree. Everyone is just out for themselves, no matter how much they might try to tell you otherwise.”
“Well, we are partners for the next fifteen weeks. I hope you’ll eventually learn to trust me.”
She looked chagrined. “I’m sorry. We’ve just met. I don’t have any reason not to trust you, though your thinking must be a little addled since you said you were happy to have me as a partner. I will do my best to at least not distrust you. How’s that?”
“Excellent. Does that mean you’ll send me a sexy picture of yourself?”
“That’s impossible.”
“You mean it’s impossible for you to ever trust me?”
“No, it’s impossible because no picture of me would ever qualify as sexy.”
“Every woman is sexy. Just not all of them believe it.”
Ali sipped her coffee and appraised him with her eyes over the rim of her cup. When she finished, she changed the subject. “Maybe we ought to work on the assignment now.”
“Good idea.” He smiled. “What are some questions you think we ought to ask her?”
“Besides, ‘what were you thinking?’”
“Yes, we’re here to help our clients. Not judge them. I bet she’s getting plenty of that already, probably mostly from herself.”
“Okay, Mr. Smarty. What would you like to know?”
“I want to know what she means by explicit.”
Ali rolled her eyes. “You just want to have her tell you what she did.”
“No,  the assignment only says they were explicit. Maybe we need to clarify her definition of explicit. If they were just shots of her in a bathing suit, that’s hardly the same as photos of her pussy.”
Ali nearly fell off her chair. “You can’t say that in public.” She stage whispered like a shocked mother, which he assumed she was, and glanced from side to side to see who might have heard what he said.
“I’ll agree that’s not an appropriate word to use in court, so I apologize, but you need to lighten up. Are you Amish or something?”
“No, I am not Amish. I just don’t use words like that.”
“What sort of law do you plan to practice after you pass the bar?”
“I thought I’d like to do something to help the poor. Maybe abused women and children.”
“That’s great. I bet you’d be good at it. Now do you suppose in that situation your clients would say ‘vagina’?”
He really wasn’t trying to make her blush, but he wasn’t trying too hard not to either.

*****

Ali finally dumped her backpack on the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of wine. It had been quite an eventful first day of school and all she really wanted was a long soak in the tub.
But before she did, she went to the computer and looked up sexting.
Some of the photos shocked her. Bare breasts, glistening vaginas. Women touching themselves. But she kept looking. She wondered how many women had sent similar pictures to Griff.
Then she wondered why the idea of it made her jealous.











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