
Happy Memorial Day!!
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Just got the official word on a collection I'm super excited to be a part of. Sweet Confessions, edited by Violet Blue, is available July 1st, but you can pre-order it right here! It contains my story, Smell as Sweet, and I think you should most certainly purchase a copy of your own. Why you ask? Because, from just the few authors I know are a part of the book, it looks to be an amazing collection. Who am I referring to? Well, I'm glad you asked. How does Jeremy Edwards, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Kay Jaybee and Moi hit ya? Sounds pretty good, right? So, check it out.At first, I balked at having a job that took me away so much. Traveling for work always sounds good, until you find yourself in line at the airport, being searched by security for the millionth time. But, it also had its advantages. Phone sex was something that she thought was silly and stupid. Until she found herself alone and horny and her only contact with me was through our cellular provider._
It started out innocently enough; just a few dirty words so I could jerk off on the road. It didn’t take long for it to change. The distance made me bolder. Not seeing each other face to face seemed to open up a completely new world of fantasy, which I was happy to share. In the beginning, I had to push her to tell me more. The garden-variety stuff was okay, but I wanted her to go further. Slowly, she opened up, telling me things that I found mildly shocking, but unbearably arousing. It seemed to work for her, too. Hearing her moan through the speaker of the phone was a poor substitute for the original, but under the circumstances, it proved to be the most comforting part of my day. I wondered sometimes if she was just humoring me, but those fears died one lonely night on the road.
The first night she told me, I have to admit I was stunned. I was laying on the stiff sheets at a Motel 6 in Phoenix, my cell phone pressed between my shoulder and my ear, my cock in my hand. I thought she was just going to talk dirty, like our normal routine. I was expecting something hot, something steamy, like usual. But, that night, after several tequila shots, the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could think to regret them. Not that she ever did. Neither of us did.
Clearly, she had spent too many days horny and alone and all my cajoling had finally pushed her to reveal the big one. She had grown fond of spewing the hottest filth into the phone while we pleasured ourselves, but this was certainly next level stuff. The need seemed to grow more intense, more profound with each frequent flier mile I racked up. That night, she told me exactly what she wanted; shared her biggest fantasy. I could barely breathe as she talked. Words I never expected to hear were oozing through the phone into my ear. It was my own fault; I had basically begged her to do it. Now, there was no going back.
When I stumbled upon a call for submission from Sommer Marsden a few months ago, my interest was piqued. It was asking for dirty stories. Really, really dirty stories. So, I dusted off a story (of course making sure it wasn't too clean) and sent it away. Sommer said yes nearly immediately and now, the book, Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction is available very soon from December Ink.


