I’m terrible at being an author. Or terrible at being an organized author. 9 days ago– Yeah, 9. I told you I’m terrible– I started posting a line every day from At Her Feet on facebook, tumblr, and twitter. Why didn’t I post it here too? Cause I suck. Here’s what I’ve posted so far. I’ll update it every day, for the month of August. Also keep a heads up on tumblr and twitter and facebook, I’ll be giving away books!
I’m previewing AT HER FEET , one line at a time. 🙂
Day 1: “Shit, she could lead me around Hawaii on a leash, naked as a baby if wants.”
Day 2: “I think she’s about to lecture me on back-talking. Instead she takes my chin in her hand and kisses me.”
Day 3: “I shuffle to the floor and in a heartbeat, my head is under her skirt.”
Day 4: “You can get more if your nephew never walks again,” Holly says.
Day 5: “I realize she means for me to sleep alone again, and I’m disappointed, but this time I keep my mouth shut.”
Day 6: “What’s the point of lotioning up your naked plaything if you’re not gonna linger on the butt?”
Day 7: “He tilts my phone and looks closer at the picture. “The duckies are cute, but you need a wax, girl.'”
Day 8: “I squirm some more, trying to get her fingers a little farther down.”
Day 9: “‘You’re naked in a cage on the side of the freeway, and you need me to comes save you.’ That’s how he says hello.”
Day 10: “I feel her fingers on me next, cool with lube as she runs a slippery glob up and down my crack.”
Day 12: “I’m going to take care of you when we get home, little girl. What I want to do to you we cannot do in public.”
Day 13: “But I love you. Please reconsider.”
Day 14: “I see how you’ve gotten so far in marketing.”
Day 15: “Wow, thank you. That’s-thank you.”
Day 16: “She warms my ass with a controlled spanking and makes my pussy swell with every stroke of her tongue.”
Day 17: “I’m starting to understand about the wanting.”
Day 19: The tears come so fast, the kind that come so thick and hot you don’t even attempt to wipe them away
Day 22: There’s no need for her to move because in a few minutes I’m going to ask her if we can do it again.
Day 24: Her arms are around me, and instantly, I feel better.
Day 25: “That’s it. Good girl. Ride me just like that,” she says, and I know the pace suits her.