So you guys may remember that back in January, I mentioned that I’d gotten an acceptance, but couldn’t tell you anything else? Well, the time has come for the curtain to lift…
I have a secret. Oh, well. I guess it’s not a secret anymore, because I’m about to hit the “publish” button and send the information out to anyone who cares to peek. Yes, after months of hard work, and a bit of back and forth with my publisher, Cleis Press, I have the table of contents for Shhh! Don’t Tell Anyone… Erotic Fantasies about Sexy Occupations.
This idea lingered on my hard drive for nearly seven years. Some books take longer than others. I’m so pleased to share the TOC with you all.
Introduction: The “Want” AdsConstruction Worker: Grimy by Sommer MarsdenCowboy: Bonanzed by Kate PearceProfessor: O for Effort by Delilah NightChauffeur: Driver’s Seat by Sophia ValentiMeteorologist: Warm Front by Heidi ChampaPhysician: Doctors Orders by Sasha WhiteDelivery Boy: Just A Little Tenderness by A.M. HartnettPool Girl: California Dreamin’ by Andrea DaleBook Binder: Rule of Thumb by Laila BlakeBaker: Kneading Lessons by Tilly HunterPersonal Trainer: Work It Out by Elisa SharoneStage Manager: SM Or How I Met My Girlfriend by Giselle RenardeIT guy: Talk Nerdy to Me by Crystal JordanPorn Star: Current Photo, Please by Devin PhillipsMechanic: Body Work by Cora ZaneMuseum Curator: Under Her Auspices by Jeremy EdwardsTreat Vendor: Ice Cream Boy and Sprinkle Girl by Kathryn O’HalloranBarber: Close Shave by Alison Tyler
Professor Kumar leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. “This is your third class with me. You’re aware of my no extensions policy. You’ve been an exemplary student. So what could keep diligent young woman such as yourself so busy that you skived off on the assignment?”
“The sex,” I confessed, and immediately blushed.
“The sex, Ms. Cohen? You have my attention. Please, continue.” His eyes took a slow inventory of my body as if he’d never noticed that I was a woman before. His gaze lingered at my breasts. I had skipped a bra today, when it became clear that laundry had also taken a backseat to Paul’s touch. My nipples hardened, impudently thrusting against the all-too-thin fabric of my t-shirt. I shifted in my seat, clenching my thighs together under my skirt as my clit swelled. I felt myself slicken between his unrelenting inspection of my body and my memories of the sex.
“It’s been really intense,” I whispered. “I’ve never had such powerful orgasms in my life—“
“Let’s see how many times you can come in an hour,” Paul had raised an eyebrow at me in challenge two nights ago. “In two? In four?”
First I’d moaned for more. Then I’d begged to be fucked. I hadn’t expected that he’d hold a vibrator to my clit as he did so. He would let me rest, to allow my system to start to calm. Then his hands, his mouth, or a toy would find me again. It was something of a miracle I was capable of walking yesterday, much less finishing a term paper.
“Your excuse for not writing your paper in a timely fashion is that you were busy having too many orgasms?”
Filed under: acceptance, Writing | Tagged: Alison Tyler, delilah night, nine to five fantasies, o for effort |
Congratulations! That’s absolutely fantastic news, and I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy 🙂
xx Dee
Anytime you want to beta read, just let me know!
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