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Other news: we published a new book (61 pages in print). It's called A Shameful Obsession.
My husband is a big fan of Eric Stanton, so this story is loosely based on his work. A decent middle-aged man, the headmaster of the village school, who slowly becomes obsessed with a blonde, powerful woman whose name is Natalie Stanton. It's about voyeurism, fetish & power play and eventually their conflict becomes physical too. Like in the Eric Stanton comics the woman has no mercy and kicks the man's ass big time!
Below are the description and an excerpt. Hope you like it! I must say that I'm pleased with these new characters. We will certainly continue with them.


Dennis Hobson is the well-respected headmaster of the village school. Already in his fifties he is happily married and enjoying a calm and peaceful life that is filled with nature, classical music and literature. One day though, out of the blue, he has a most disturbing run-in with a woman on the train from Manchester to York.
Months later the same woman walks into his classroom. She doesn’t recognize him, but he does remember her. How could he not? The long blonde hair, the shapely legs in heels and nylons and most of all those steely blue eyes that scare him all over again and tell him that his life as he knows it might be over.



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The classroom door opened. Late, Dennis Hobson thought, as he looked over the rim of his glasses, curious to see who it was. The girl who came in was a child he had never seen before though. The new girl, it must be her. What was her name again? Amanda Stanton? No, Esmeralda Stanton, but spelled differently, in two parts, Es Meralda. Who would give their child a name like that? All this going through his head in the two seconds it took for the eight year old to come through the door. She was followed by an adult, a young woman with long blonde hair who took off her sunglasses and looked at him from across the room. The moment Dennis Hobson saw her steely blue eyes he knew he had seen her before. That was not all he knew though. He also knew where and when he’d seen her and why he felt scared all of a sudden.

It was three months ago on the train from Manchester to York. He had been on his way home from the teachers’ convention that he had expected so much of, but turned out to be quite tedious and disappointing. He recalled how he had run across the platform, hurrying to catch the train, even though there would be another one fifteen minutes later. It was just that he had been so eager to get out of the city and go back home to his loving wife Margaret and the school in their village where the children were still well-behaved. After hearing so many horror stories from colleagues at the convention he had felt like the luckiest man alive to be working in a small village where, unlike in the cities, everybody still knew each other and respect was at the core of every interaction.

So he had made the 17h17 train to York, where his car was parked. From there it was still a long drive up into the Yorkshire Dales. Main roads at first, but then winding country lanes. A pretty landscape and his car had a good sound system too, so he usually enjoyed the drive, passing through valleys and quaint villages while listening to chamber music or cantatas by Johann Sebastian Bach. First there was the train ride to York though, with stops in cities like Leeds and Huddersfield. He had been reading Oliver Twist again, so he had planned to focus on his book in order to keep the crowd on the train at a distance.

It had rained that day, he recalled now. Grey, miserable weather that had reminded him of November, but the trees had leaves and there were flowers in the gardens of the houses that they passed. He hadn’t looked out of the window much though and he had also hardly opened his book. No, what happened, he had walked through the aisle, looking for an empty seat and when he had found one he had got busy with his coat and bag that he had stowed above his head. It was only then that he had noticed the woman, this woman who was now in his classroom.
Back in May, on the train, she had sat opposite of him, looking at her phone like everybody else. Thirty years old perhaps, with long blonde hair. She had glanced up at him and given him a look of disapproval with those steely, blue eyes. Arrogant and easily annoyed by everything around her. He remembered thinking how he missed the old days when people still talked to one another on the train. Nowadays you couldn’t even smile at your neighbor anymore or he or she would be suspicious and offended.

As the train had left Manchester Victoria he glanced at the woman again and imagined describing her to his wife Margaret, starting out with the way she was dressed. Take the leopard print blouse, he would say to Margaret, could it be more tacky? When had those got back in fashion? And what about her nails? So long and bright red, what was that good for? Margaret would shake her head and agree with him. Thirty years of marriage and they were still on the same page about almost everything.
The young woman had a long coat draped over her knees, but he could see her shoes and ankles. She was wearing high heels so he said to Margaret: ‘Could you imagine that? Wearing those in the Dales?’
And Margaret would say: ‘Go hiking in them and stumble into the pub afterwards. Everybody staring.’
He had smiled at the thought, but just then the woman had looked at him and raised her eyebrows. Still not friendly at all. It had given him an odd feeling, as if she had caught him looking at her shoes and had scolded him. He had felt the blood rush to his cheeks and had looked out the window until they arrived in Huddersfield. Well, had he really though? No, he was thinking now, mostly he had continued to study the woman in the reflection of the window. The thing was, she was pretty and could even be beautiful if she would dress differently. Get rid of those nails and heels, remove the make-up, wear different clothes and most of all, smile instead of look so surly.

The man sitting next to the woman got off the train in Huddersfield. When no one took his seat the woman had put her coat there and that’s when he got a first good look at her legs. She was wearing a miniskirt, he saw now. God, so tacky too. A leopard print blouse, high heels and a black miniskirt. What would Margaret say about this? He had trouble imagining it now, because his eyes seemed somehow glued to the woman’s legs. They were long and looked beautiful, he had to admit. Shapely calves and full, long thighs. She was wearing nylons too, sheer ones and hardly visible even though her legs were on full display and just a few feet away from him. In his mind he said to Margaret, what do you think? Is it decent to show off your legs like this? And Margaret would chuckle and say that he seemed to rather like them, especially because she was wearing nylons. His wife referring to his teenage crush on aunt Betsy and her stockings. He had once told her about it, maybe twenty years ago, but she still liked to tease him with it. He had been thinking about all this when a voice had interrupted his thoughts.
‘Excuse me, sir.’ And then again, more insisting: ‘Excuse me!’
It had taken him a moment to realize that it was the woman’s voice and that she was talking to him. He had looked up then, straight into her blue eyes and that’s when she had said: ‘You’re staring at my legs. Would you mind?’
Other passengers had looked at him too, some of them sniggering. He had blushed and stammered an apology and in a matter of seconds a sweat had broken out on his forehead. It had been deeply embarrassing, the way he had gone from making fun of her in his mind to being humiliated by her in public. He had apologized and stared out the window, this time for real, and in Leeds he had got off the train. While he had waited for the next one he had a drink to calm his nerves and repeatedly told himself it was over now. To the people on the train he had been just another middle aged man in a raincoat. Perhaps some of them would tell their loved ones about the incident, probably have a good laugh about it too, but tomorrow not one of them would even recognize him. As for the people who did know him, the people in the village, they were hours away, up north in the valley. They would never find out about this.

That’s what he had thought back then, but now she was here in his classroom with a little girl by her side. She introduced herself, saying: ‘Hi, I’m Natalie Stanton and this is Es Meralda.’
She doesn’t remember, Dennis thought, and the sense of relief that washed over him was overwhelming. He cleared his throat and told her his name. The woman smiled and seemed nice enough now. Briefly he wondered if he was mistaken. Perhaps it hadn’t been her after all, but no, she began to tell him that they had moved to the village this summer. They had lived in York, she said, but she’d had to go to Manchester for work quite a lot. Then she’d had a lucky break and found a job and a house here. She explained that her uncle owned the real estate agency behind the church. Business was booming and he had asked her to become his partner. Dennis had seen the office. The other day he walked past it. The fact that business was booming was because of the new road that was changing their village so much. Before they had been isolated and among themselves, now the closest town was less than half an hour away. Outsiders were moving to their village these days, saying it was traditional and authentic and an easy drive to their office in town. This woman Natalie didn’t need to commute though. She was renting the cottage on Bakery Lane, she said, and had moved in just a couple of days ago. Dennis’s heart sank a little deeper. That used to be Mrs. Scott’s house and it was right behind theirs, which meant that Margaret would undoubtedly meet this woman too. This was going to cause trouble, he could feel it in his bones. The only good thing was that the woman didn’t remember him. He was pretty sure of that now.

They shifted their attention to Es Meralda who wasn’t shy at all. She had already been talking to little Steven Butcher and was now pulling a toy out of his hands. Steven tried to take it back but the girl pushed him away. Both of them looked at the adults then.
‘Es Meralda is new here,’ the woman said before Dennis could get a word in. ‘Why don’t you let her play with it for a while?’
Now Steven Butcher was looking at Dennis who felt lost for words. What should he do? Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to overrule the woman. This was his classroom and in here the children abided by his rules. There was no doubt in his mind that the little girl needed to be set straight. New or not, she couldn’t come in here and just take a toy from another child. So why didn’t he say something? Why did it feel as if he were paralyzed? He looked at the woman, saw that the expression in her blue eyes had hardened now. It reminded him of the look she had given him on the train. A chill went through his spine and feeling utterly disgusted with himself, he turned to little Steven Butcher and told him to go look for another toy.



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Hi, it's been a while but we're back with a new book. It's called Blackmail and it sees Dennis Hobson, the well-respected headmaster of the village school, getting ever deeper in trouble with his vulgar, but terribly sexy neighbor who is modeled after the characters in Eric Stanton's drawings. Here is a description and an excerpt:


In the second book in the Miss Stanton-series Dennis Hobson is trying to disentangle himself from his neighbor’s web. The more he struggles though, the stronger her hold over him seems to become. She’s got compromising photos of him and also has this uncanny ability to find his weak spots. Dennis, who has always thought of himself as a calm and happily married man, is growing increasingly desperate.
When he runs into the village postman and realizes that he too is being blackmailed, there is finally some light at the end of the tunnel. The two men team up and try to find a solution to their problems. Their plan is good, but will it be good enough to outsmart streetwise and tough as nails Miss Stanton?




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Two weeks after he got beaten up by Miss Stanton, Dennis Hobson’s life was back to normal. Most of the bruises had healed and Margaret seemed willing to accept his account of the things that had happened in Cambridge. Barry having a crisis and him, on top of that, walking into a bathroom door in the middle of the night. She probably suspected something was fishy, but thankfully she had chosen not to pursue it.
While his face was healing nicely and he was back in his routine of teaching, reading and listening to music underneath the surface he was constantly aware of the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head. So far Miss Stanton might have left him alone, but he knew it was a matter of time before she would come after him again.

Most days he met her at the crossroads on his way to school, just like before things had gotten out of hand. The first time he had seen her again, with her little girl by her side, he had expected hell to break loose, but she had just said hello and told Es Meralda that he would walk her to school from here. That was it. Apart from the cold look in her eyes there had been no sign of any weird dynamics between them. He didn’t kid himself though. Over the phone, when he was at Barry’s house in Cambridge, she had been crystal clear about how they were going to do things from now on.
Keeping that in mind he had already made some changes. For starters he had moved the next Parent Council meeting from Wednesday to Tuesday. Mr. Shipperly had been on the phone right away, protesting in a loud voice and saying that this was ridiculous. Dennis’s doctor recommending him to take it easy in the middle of the week? Because of the pressure he was feeling? Come on! The man insulting Dennis, openly doubting him, which eventually even convinced him that he was doing the right thing. The Parent Council would certainly not miss this bully called Mr. Shipperly.

The first meeting with Miss Stanton present went much better than Dennis had expected. Some of the other parents had already met her on other occasions, so when he introduced her to the group as the replacement of Mr. Shipperly, ‘who unfortunately preferred his coaching activities to helping out the school’, no one seemed to have a problem with it.
However, as the meeting got underway Dennis couldn’t shake off the tension he was feeling in every muscle of his body. It was as if he was torn between various emotions. On the one hand leadership was expected of him, on the other hand there were these confusing feelings of fear, lust and disapproval battling with each other underneath the surface. Fear of Miss Stanton speaking up and taking over the meeting, lust because of her legs that were so darn present again and disapproval because, well, just look at her chewing gum and applying lipstick in the middle of the meeting.

It was also the first time he spent an hour in a room with both Miss Stanton and people from the village, people that he had known forever. If he hadn’t felt so stressed out he might even have thought it quite interesting to see how out of place this most vulgar woman was. He was also certain now that he wasn’t the only one who thought so. The looks Mrs. Peterson was giving Miss Stanton were deadly whereas the two other men in the room, Mr. Kennedy and Mr. Styles, seemed determined to look anywhere but at Miss Stanton. It made Dennis wonder if the woman’s legs were having an effect on them too.

The meeting itself was going smoothly though. What he had feared the most never happened. Miss Stanton remained quiet and the other parents agreed on almost everything. Even Mrs. Peterson seemed to come around in the end, when she said that Miss Stanton was definitely more flexible than Mr. Shipperly. You just wait, Dennis thought, but for now he silently counted his blessings.

After the meeting he was pleased to see that Mr. Kennedy was keeping Miss Stanton busy. With a bit of luck he could sneak past them and hurry home. As he put on his coat though Miss Stanton looked over at him and told him to wait. There it was again, he thought, a bossy tone in her voice and the look of surprise on the face of a bystander. A few weeks ago it happened with Paula, now Mr. Kennedy’s eyes widened, especially when Miss Stanton pointed at her coat and basically told Dennis to go get it for her. The worst thing of all, before he knew what he was doing he had already taken the coat of the hanger. He handed it to her and she put it on as she said goodbye to Mr. Kennedy. To Dennis she said: ‘Let’s go.’ And then, as if she were talking to an employee: ‘You can walk me home.’

It was deeply unnerving how every interaction with this woman put him off balance to such an extent that he felt no longer in control of his own life. On their walk home he was aware of it every step of the way. Worried sick about the mess he was in, while at the same time enjoying the sound of her heels and wondering what kind of underwear she was wearing.
Meanwhile Miss Stanton was chatting about the meeting, giving him her opinion about the other parents. Calling Mrs. Peterson a sour woman who wanted to come across as an intellectual, but the only thing that made her look intelligent were her glasses. Mr. Kennedy, with whom she chatted so amicably just minutes ago, was probably only good at sports, she said. At least he seemed to have a nice body.
‘And the other man, what was his name, almost showed an equal interest in my legs as you. Did you notice?’
Her remark stung but mostly he marveled at the stupidity and tastelessness of the woman’s remarks. Was it all about appearances for her? Yes, Mrs. Peterson might have glasses that made her look like an owl, but she was politically engaged and did loads of volunteer work for environmental organizations. Mr. Kennedy good at sports? Dennis wouldn’t know. He had never even noticed what kind of body the man had.
Now Miss Stanton was saying that her heels were killing her. She said: ‘What we’ll do, you can massage my feet while we go over the meeting together.’
‘What do you mean, go over the meeting? When? Now?’
‘Yes, now. Why? You have something better to do?’
‘Well, I have my wife waiting for me at home, in case you forgot.’
That stopped her in her tracks. She faced him and gave him that look again. In her heels she was as tall as he was and all of a sudden he felt scared of her.
‘No, Mr. Hobson,’ she said, ‘I haven’t forgotten that you’re married. Just like I haven’t forgotten certain other things. Would you like me to tell you what they are or are you coming home with me, so we can continue our work?’
And that was it. He wished to God he was stronger, that he could resist her and tell her off. She was right though. She had a hold over him that could destroy his life, so when she told him they had work to do, he didn’t have much of a choice.

When they got to her house she said: ‘You make yourself comfortable while I check on Es Meralda and send the babysitter on his way. I’ll be with you in a minute.’
He followed her through the hallway where he had received the beating and then into the living room where a surprise awaited him. He had expected the babysitter to be a sixteen year old girl or perhaps her uncle even, the owner of the real estate agency. What Dennis hadn’t expected was to see Mr. Kleiner, the village postman. It was strange because the moment they saw each other, these two middle-aged men, they knew they were in the same situation. It was there, in their eyes, but then their instinct for self preservation kicked in. While Miss Stanton went upstairs to check on her daughter Dennis explained to Mr. Kleiner that he’d walked Miss Stanton home because well, they were neighbors and it was already late and dark outside. You never knew these days, did you? In turn Mr. Kleiner said that he and Miss Stanton had talked about the difficulties a single mom was facing, so why not helping her out a bit? However, as Dennis listened and nodded he couldn’t help wondering about the hold Miss Stanton had over the village postman. He was certain too that Mr. Kleiner was asking himself the very same thing. God, it was if they had run into each other in a brothel, it was that awkward. The way Miss Stanton talked to them didn’t make it any easier. The woman just didn’t have any manners. The moment she got back she said to Dennis: ‘You. You can make us a cup of tea while I walk Mr. Kleiner to the door.’ Then to Mr. Kleiner: ‘We need to have a word.’

As Dennis was putting water in the kettle he heard voices coming from the hallway. Miss Stanton saying something, Mr. Kleiner answering and then Miss Stanton again, but this time sounding firm and then even angry. Her voice raised and then a smacking sound that he had heard before, in that very same hallway. The sound of a slap in the face. Oh Lord, what was happening there? Was the woman terrorizing the entire village?
When Miss Stanton came back she sighed and said: ‘That man… I told him three times to make sure Es Meralda brushed her teeth before going to bed and still he forgot.’
She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.
‘Anyway, where were we?’


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Hi, it's been a while, but with so much time on our hands we're back to writing kinky books. Saturday Night is the third book in the Miss Stanton series, which is loosely based on the art of Eric Stanton.



In this book Dennis Hobson, the headmaster of the village school, is feeling the pressure again. The only way out of his misery is to tell his lovely wife more lies. Just when he thinks everything is finally under control he gets a phone call from Miss Stanton. She needs him to drive her and her sexy friend Gloria to a night club in the city. Dressed in his Hush Puppies and corduroy trousers Dennis Hobson is in for a night that he will never forget.


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‘I haven’t seen Mr. Kleiner all week,’ Margaret said as they were getting ready for bed. ‘I’ve been expecting a package from my cousin in Italy, but if the postman can’t be bothered to do his rounds anymore, how am I ever going to get it?’
‘Don’t worry, love,’ Dennis said. ‘Word is that he’s sick and that the post office has trouble finding a replacement.’
This seemed to surprise Margaret. She said: ‘Sick? What’s wrong with him? Nothing serious, I hope?’
‘I think he had an accident. Slipped and fell the other day, when it was raining so much.’
‘When you had your accident too.’
Did she sound cynical now, his wife of thirty years who had always respected and loved him unconditionally? He thought she did, but he decided to pretend he hadn’t heard. Instead he went to the bathroom and said: ‘Actually, yes, I think it was the same day.’
‘When you dropped your keys and a car door opened right at the moment you were bending over to pick them up.’
‘What’s that, love?’ And then: ‘Hey, did you buy toothpaste?’
‘Never mind,’ his wife said. ‘Yes, there’s a new one in the drawer.’
Dennis sighed with relief as he began to brush his teeth. Another narrow escape. He felt bad about having to lie to his wife, but what could he have told her instead? That Miss Stanton, their neighbor, had punched his lights out after he had pinched her ass? Tell her a moment before that happened, he had his face buried in the woman’s blonde bush? No, of course he couldn’t have told her that. He also couldn’t tell her he had been robbed, not in this village where everybody knew each other, or that he had run into a bathroom door. No, he had already used that one a few weeks ago when he had also come home with a black eye.

All in all things weren’t going well, Dennis thought, as he looked at himself in the mirror. A cultured goodie two shoes who is basically a pervert, that’s what Miss Stanton had said about him. Briefly he wondered if she was right, but then he muttered ‘nonsense’ to his image and continued to brush his teeth.

A week had passed since he’d gone over to the woman’s house, ready to gloat but coming home with a black eye and a deep sense of desperation. Breaking into her house had seemed a good idea but proved disastrous. With special thanks to Mr. Kleiner, goddammit, for telling on him. Now where did it leave him? Miss Stanton still had those compromising photos and she knew he had snuck into her bedroom to try to get them. She also knew he had seen her with her black lover and although she didn’t seem too bothered by that, Dennis felt it was another defeat he had suffered.

If you just looked at the big picture he could see why she called him a pervert of course, but there was so much more to it, it almost made him sick. He had been led to breaking into her house by pure desperation, not perversion. The problem was, he just couldn’t tell Margaret. Not without telling her about the other times he had been to the woman’s house, the times when he had been seduced, molested and sexually violated. Of course that’s exactly what she said he did to her and she had the pictures to prove it, but Dennis knew better than that. He doubted Margaret would see it his way though. Margaret or any of her friends, or the Parent Council or God help him, the children he was teaching. No, whatever happened, those photos couldn’t come out. No one could ever see them and to be sure of that he simply couldn’t give up on trying to find a way to get his hands on them.

She had said she stored them in the cloud. Neither he nor Mr. Kleiner had ever heard of the cloud, but he had done his homework now and knew that it was out there in cyberspace. Password protected and out of reach, but still, maybe he could get his hands on them after all. He just needed to be patient. Patient and keep his eyes open for other opportunities. Get something on her for example. A woman like that surely had dirty secrets too.


Natalie Stanton crossed her long legs and sighed. What to do with the potential buyers of the house on St. Cuthbert’s? A ruin in a good location that had been for sale for ages. A while ago her uncle had even said that if she managed to sell this one, the commission would be all hers. Laughing as he said it, because he knew it wouldn’t happen. Too many renovation costs on top of the ridiculous price the owners wanted for it. Now though a couple was interested. She had shown them the house twice already, the woman seeing them raise a family there while the man complained about the price but had trouble hiding his excitement too. If she had read them correctly it was a matter of days before they would call her back with a counteroffer. An offer that would be too low, not just for the owners but also for her. There was some good money to be made here if only she played her cards right.

She looked at the photos of the house again, then read the ad that she had written some time ago. Anything that could be improved here? In order to get another potential buyer? She didn’t see how. The photos were good, the description charming. Clicking through the ad she cursed under her breath. Her knuckles still hurt from punching the pervert’s lights out the other day. That’s what they never showed in the movies, did they, how much it hurt to punch someone in the face. That bloody pervert…
Thinking about him now gave her an idea though. What if she involved him in the sale of this house? He was well-known and respected in the village and … yes, she could actually see it now. Not wanting to waste another minute she picked up the phone and sent him a message, telling him to come over right away.





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Hi, we've written another ebook. This one is called A Real Bad Bitch and it's the first one in the new series The Kinky Tales of Gia M.
Gia M. is real by the way. She is dominant, beautiful and sexy as hell. Below I will post the links to the sites you can find her on.

Gia is a friend of ours and with her permission we decided to build a series of books around her. She is also the woman on the cover of the book. Quite curvaceous, wouldn't you say?

Anyway, every book of the series will have at least one physical altercation so to speak. For example, yesterday Gia asked me to include a kickboxing scene in the next one. She's an experienced kickboxer and wanted to beat up an annoying guy called Craig. Later on I'll try to find out why exactly.
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Even at a young age Gia had known she wasn’t like the other girls at school. Playing with dolls bored her and she was hardly ever intimidated by the boys, no matter how loud or obnoxious they were. She had three brothers, two older, one younger, so maybe that’s why she wasn’t afraid of the little punks in the playground. Often it was the opposite even, the boys wary of her. Scared of her older brothers at first, but once they got to know her it was probably her ruthless mouth that frightened them most. A few words was all she needed, even back then, to make the biggest shithead run for the hills.

Now she was in her thirties and recently divorced from Steve with whom she had been married for twelve years. Steve was a guy who hadn’t let her walk over him, someone who stood his ground when their characters clashed. The kind of man she needed, the kind who kept her awake instead of boring her to death. In the end the marriage hadn’t lasted though, not because they didn’t get along anymore, but because their lives had simply drifted apart. Steve spending most of his time in New York City while she stayed down in Florida. A busy man he was, Steve. Very successful at the stock market too, which was why after the divorce Gia was financially independent. An amicable divorce it had been, thank God. It took them exactly one conversation to work it all out. Steve was going to stay up north in the penthouse in Manhattan, while she kept the villa in Orlando and a couple of million bucks.
She’d been lucky, she knew it, but even with all that money and a house with a pool she had begun to feel restless after the divorce. In need of a bigger change somehow. Her friends had said: ‘A change? What kind of change? What are you talking about? Don’t you have it all now? Money and freedom, what more can you want?’
She hadn’t known exactly what she needed, but one morning she woke up and decided there and then to pack a bag and drive out west, maybe to New Orleans, maybe further, all the way to California even. Why not? She loved driving her BMW i8 and had plenty of time and money.

In the end she never got to California and not even to New Orleans. No, she had made a stop in Pensacola, liked the beaches there and decided to stay for a while.
Now she had been here almost three months. She could see herself stay longer too. The town was not too big and the beaches were great. She’d made some friends as well, not yet at the same level as the friendships back in Orlando, but getting there. Every time they met up they confided in each other a bit more. Just the other day Gia told one of them, a woman called Tara, about her cam work. She hadn’t gone into detail yet, leaving it at just a dirty, little hobby for now. Tara had thought it was great, hadn’t judged her at all, so who knows, maybe next time she’d elaborate a bit and tell her it was more than just showing her tits to drooling little perverts. Tell her it was about bullying them too, making them submit to her will. She’d laugh about it at first, see what Tara’s reaction would be. Then, if she was still okay with it, she might tell her it wasn’t about the money, this cam work. Yes, those guys paid her for phone calls, bought her videos too, and that was okay with her of course. However, if she were to open up completely to her new friend she would tell her that she liked bullying these men. It gave her a thrill to overpower them and make them do what she wanted them to. Successful men most of the time, rich and handsome guys who would sometimes enter the call thinking they could handle her, only to hang up twenty minutes later with their pants on their ankles, eyes shifty and unable to meet hers. So yeah, this cam work was more than just a hobby to her. It was the perfect outlet for a part of her character that she herself liked to call ‘the Bitch inside of me’. With a capital B of course.

That was another thing she wouldn’t tell Tara yet. Let her find out over time, just like her best friends back in Orlando had slowly begun to realize: the fact that Gia could be nice and even sweet sometimes, but basically, at her core, she was a Real Bad Bitch. Eventually it had become her badge of honor there, what she was known for among her friends. Steve, a strong personality too, had immediately adopted her nickname as well.

Surely it wouldn’t take long for the people in Pensacola to discover that side of her, but for now she was playing nice. Still making herself at home here, getting to know people and enjoying the house in Oriole Beach she was renting. Finding a lover wouldn’t be bad either. The problem was, her standards were high. What she needed was more than a handsome face and a good body. She needed a guy with a strong enough character to stand his ground with her. That, and a good cock. There it was again, the inner Bitch. The moment she thought about potential lovers, all men with small or even average weenies could simply piss off. Talking on the phone the other day her friend Deborah, who was back in Orlando, had tried to tell her she might need to let go of that particular requirement. Yes, Steve had had a big one and yes, she had loved it. God knew she understood, but now was maybe not the time to demand the same thing of a future companion.
Gia had said: ‘Deborah, what the fuck you talking about? You know me, right? Two things I hate: weak men and small dicks.’
Deborah had laughed and said she should have known she’d say that.

Once, between her first long term relationship and her ex-husband, she dated a nice guy for a while. It was terrible, the way he’d let her have her way with him. She loved this kind of interaction in her cam work, but in a relationship it was just fucking annoying to have a wimp around the house all the time. In bed it had been even worse. The guy wasn’t too big in the first place, but he was always nervous too. One day he wouldn’t be able to get it up, the next he would cum within thirty seconds. He was a probably a good guy, the caring and providing type, but after a few weeks she’d had no choice but to dump his ass.

Later she’d told Steve about it and how she hadn’t listened to her intuition when she met that guy. The moment she saw him, she said to Steve, she’d known he was sexually not in her league. She always knew, right from the moment she looked a man in the eye. Steve said things weren’t always as black and white, but she’d insisted that they were. Men could be handsome or have a big personality, it didn’t change the fact that she’d know in a heartbeat if they’d be man enough for her in bed. And, she’d said to her husband, most of them just weren’t. She was sure of it.
‘So instead of defending your kind,’ she told him, ‘consider yourself lucky that you are good enough for me.’
She had grabbed his big dick and squeezed it, saying, get it up now so we can go for another round. He had laughed but became hard and ready for her within seconds. 8,5 inch and thick, there for her every single day for more than twelve years.
God, that part had worried her when they decided to get a divorce. Was this the abrupt ending of what they did best? It turned out it worried him too. He had told her when they met over drinks a few months after the divorce, both of them back in town for Thanksgiving. Telling her he was happy in New York, but he sure missed fucking her. An hour later she was on all fours in a bed in the Marriott hotel with her ex-husband behind her, pounding her. At first they had said it was for old times’ sake, but when they discussed it later they decided to keep doing it as long as it felt this good.


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Hi,

The second book in the series The Kinky Tales of Gia M. is out. It's called Bitch Slapped.

A week after Gia’s trip to New Orleans, Raymond Diaz has come to visit her in Florida. They spend most of their time in bed, but a trip on the Buell takes them to the mall where they run into Bennie Stubbs. The handyman is clearly having another attitude problem, which Gia decides to deal with there and then (spoiler: some serious cock & ball crunching in a public place).
Meanwhile, three hours north, Daniel Jackson has taken the state of Alabama to court over the construction of a bridge. The case needs all his attention, but Daniel is finding it increasingly hard not to think about Gia and the desire to submit to her. A righteous person all his life, it worries him deeply, but still he can’t avoid falling deeper and deeper into the Gia hole.



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‘You’ve never heard of Ellis Marsalis?’ Raymond Diaz said.
‘I have, but I can’t tell the difference between him and, let’s say, you.’
‘I’ll take it as a compliment, but still, I find it hard to believe. In my opinion everybody should listen to Ellis at some point in their lives.’
‘In your opinion, huh?’
‘What? You think that’s such a crazy thing to say?’
‘Of course it is,’ Gia said, ‘it tells me you’re a snob at heart. You hide it well most of the time, but it’s there, underneath the image you present. Jazz pianist coming to Pensacola on his Buell. Scaring the good people of Oriole Beach with the sound of your engine, everybody thinking the Hell’s Angels have come to town. But it’s just you, isn’t it, the cool piano player from New Orleans, coming to see his woman. Nothing out of the ordinary, a nice guy who’ll wave at the people on their porches as he’s driving past. Talk about jazz though and you’re quite the authority all of a sudden. I bet it’s even worse when you’re with other musicians. I can see it, you guys sitting around and nitpicking about who’s the best trombone player of his era.’
‘Is that what you are? My woman?’
Smiling as he said it, his hand caressing her naked belly.
‘Don’t get any thoughts, okay? It’s what the neighbors will think is all.’
‘I wouldn’t mind being your man.’
‘You’re kidding, right? It’s the second time we see each other.’
‘I know, but we do get along.’
‘For now, but mostly in bed. We fuck well together, but it’s all we’ve been doing so far, so let’s take it one step at the time, alright?’
‘Of course,’ he said and then she saw the sparkle in his eyes. He’d been pulling her leg and not for the first time either. The guy was hardly ever serious, except when you got him talking about jazz.

It was Tuesday afternoon. Most people at work, but here they were, back in bed after a nice lunch on the back porch. Raymond Diaz looking out over the water and saying Pensacola was not as bad as he’d thought.
Now his hand was tracing the curve of her hip down to her thigh. He squeezed it and said: ‘You’re so fucking strong. Is that from kickboxing?’
‘I’ve always been like this,’ Gia said. ‘The other day I saw some photos of fifteen years ago, me on the beach in Clearwater. My body looked the same as now.’
‘Already giving men heart attacks at that age, huh?’
‘You’re an idiot,’ she said, but liked the feeling of his fingertips there, moving up between her thighs, touching the stubble as he said: ‘You haven’t shaved since last week, have you?’
‘I haven’t shaved in weeks even.’
‘Really? You’re letting it grow?’ Surprised now, but intrigued too, it seemed.
‘All through my marriage I was smooth and bald down there. The right thing to do this day and age, but lately I’ve been lazy. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I saw myself in the mirror, noticed the black shade of a triangle appearing and decided I liked it. Now I want to see where it goes.’
‘And grow a thick bush?’
‘Who knows? Now that the beginning is there, I think it looks rather feminine. What do you think? Does it bother you? I know some men are quite hysterical about it.’
‘Not me,’ Raymond Diaz said. ‘At the risk of sounding cheesy, but I like everything about you. In fact, with your curves, with those hips, a triangle looks great. Very sexy and yeah, very feminine indeed. Very mature. Milfy, I think is what they say.’
‘Do they now? How would you know that, Mister Diaz? They teach you the word MILF at music school?’
‘How did you guess? They taught me other stuff too.’
‘Yeah? Like what?’
His middle finger separating her pussy lips now, finding the wetness there.
‘How to tune notes, what else? Like this one here, this is C. It stands for clit and you touch it like this.’
She smiled and called him an idiot again, but then closed her eyes because he sure knew how to touch her. Meanwhile he kept talking as he fingered her. God, he was so vocal and she loved it. Telling her dirty stuff, like how he was gonna to fuck her again, but not before she begged him to. He took her hand and put it on his hard cock, saying to her, do you feel this? Is this big enough for you? Is this what you want?
God, it was good to kind of surrender for a while, to let this confident guy take the initiative and tell her what he was going to do to her. She also liked his cock, perfectly straight and thick. It reminded her of Steve’s, which had never failed her either. Both men able to keep doing it all day and give her what she needed.
She was ready for him now and told him so. Her fingers tight around his dick, pulling at it. Her cunt wet and feeling so fucking good. He rolled on top of her then as she spread her thighs for him and led his big cock to her swollen pussy lips. The friction she felt as he slid inside her making her moan with pleasure. God, she loved to fuck, she really did…


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Hi, just to let you know that there are two new books in the Gia M. series. Part three is called Bitch from Hell. Underneath the blurb is an excerpt you might like. I'll post an excerpt from part four, Alpha Bitch, later this week.


Gia is back in New Orleans for a hot weekend with her lover. Even though they spend most of their time in bed, they do go out sometimes. They explore the French Quarter on foot and take a ride on the Buell to the bayou. At night she accompanies Raymond to a posh fundraiser on St Charles Avenue, where the rich folks can’t seem to stay away from this beautiful woman in heels, nylons and cocktail dress.
After the weekend, back in Florida, Gia decides it’s time for her and Daniel Jackson to meet in person. The lawyer can’t believe his luck but the prospect of seeing his Goddess for real is also extremely daunting.
And then there’s Bennie Stubbs of course. The redneck who keeps finding it hard to behave. In the house of a friend, Gia straightens him out once and for all. Not surprisingly Mr. Stubbs behaves much better after that.



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Before Bennie Stubbs got in his truck he told Shirley he might be home for lunch, but he wasn’t sure. He’d let her know at around 11. In reality he had no idea what today would bring. All he knew was that the woman from L.A. was expecting him to do some chores for her. Maybe he’d be done in an hour, maybe it would take him all day.
As he drove to her house in Oriole Beach he wondered – not for the first time – what the hell he was doing. Over the weekend he talked about the woman with his buddy Chad and he had come back from that with his confidence bolstered, saying to himself: yeah, the woman was crazy and he’d best stay away from her. He would simply not go to her house on Wednesday and if she called Shirley he'd be honest with his wife and that was that. Maybe Shirley would want to call mister Williams even and explain to him what had happened and why he should get rid of his renter as soon as possible. Yeah, get some revenge while they were at it.
The problem was, the confidence he felt after talking to Chad faded as the days passed. And then of course there were the dreams he had on Monday and Tuesday night. Dreams in which the woman abused him physically, just like in the mall or worse. Dreams that caused him to wake up with a boner so hard it hurt.
In the end he felt like he had no choice. Crossing the bridge to Gulf Breeze he said to himself, goddammit, it was as if he’d been hypnotized by the bitch. He didn’t want to go but here he was on his way to see her. He feared her more than anything but at the same time he was hoping she’d grab him by the balls again and squeeze so hard he would end up on the floor, just like in the restroom of the mall.

It turned out the woman had changed the plan for today. She was already waiting for him in the driveway, pointing at her watch the moment they made eye-contact. Ten minutes late, he was aware of it, but hadn’t thought she would make a big deal about it. Now she walked over to the truck and told him not to get out. She opened the passenger door and climbed in.
‘We’re going to help out a friend today,’ she said.
Immediately an alarm bell went off in his head, but he bit his tongue and started the engine.
‘She lives nearby,’ she said. ‘Over in Gulf Breeze. I’ll tell you how to get there.’
‘And what is it exactly that we’re helping her out with?’
‘She is redoing her home. She needs help with some heavy furniture and a lot of stuff needs to be taken to the dump. I told her you can do that.’
‘Okay,’ Bennie Stubbs said as he began to feel uneasy about it already.
‘And who is this friend?’
Now the woman lost her patience and said: ‘You’ll see. Stop asking questions, just drive.’
Jesus, was she ever in a good mood?
He was still thinking about it when she told him to take a right turn and drive until the end of the street. Her friend’s house was the one on the left, the big blue one. The one, he saw now, where he did a paint job not even three months ago. Oh God, no… come on, not this house please… But it was and when the woman who lived there came out to greet them, he recognized her right away. Tara Simpson was her name. Her husband Mark was a fisherman too. He moved in different circles – he worked for a bank if he remembered correctly – but yeah, they had talked. Chad also knew him. Christ, it’s why he had got the paint job in the first place. This Mark had asked Chad if he could recommend someone and Chad had called him. He worked here five days in a row then, painting every room in the house. And now he was back with a ballbuster of a woman by his side.
‘Well hello,’ the Simpson woman said, ‘if it isn’t Bennie Stubbs.’
Smiling at him too, happy to see him it seemed.
‘How on earth did the two of you meet then?’ She looked over from him to the bitch, still smiling but also kind of puzzled.
‘He repaired a couple of things for me the other day. He’s mister Williams’s handyman.’
‘Are you now?’ Mrs. Simpson said. ‘Well, it’s nice to see you again and thank you so much for helping me today. Shall we get started?’
They went to work then. Or maybe he should say, he went to work ‘cause all the women did was point stuff out to him. The Simpson woman polite about it, but the bitch ordering him around like a dog.
She would say things like: ‘Take this to that room. And be careful you don’t break it. No, not that one, you can take that one to the dump later. Tara just told you.’
It was very unpleasant and he could tell that, as time passed, the Simpson woman also began to notice. He got the impression she didn’t like it at all, the way her friend was treating him. The more he thought about that, the more it bolstered his morale. The bitch was simply bullying him and at the moment there was nothing exciting about it either.
Then he dropped a big Chinese vase that he was supposed to put in another room. It was the woman’s fault, he really thought so. She’d made him so nervous that he had tripped and let go of the vase that shattered on the tile floor.
Mrs. Simpson just brought her hands up to her face and said: ‘Oh no!’
The bitch made it more personal, saying: ‘You stupid fuck, look at what you’ve done.’
Now the Simpson woman looked at her friend, wide-eyed and shocked and said: ‘Gia, he didn’t do it on purpose.’
That’s what broke the spell. This nice woman standing up for him. It was as if all the pent-up energy, all the frustration, left his body. Deflated but relaxed too he looked at the bitch and simply said to her: ‘Fuck you, lady.’ He could have walked away then. Maybe he should have, but he chose to stay and have it all out once and for all. With the nice Simpson woman here he could withstand her, he was sure of it. What happened next though took him by surprise. The bitch turned to her friend and said: ‘Tara, would you mind if I have a word in private with my slave?’
Jesus Christ, she didn’t really say that, did she? But now Mrs. Simpson said: ‘Your slave? I don’t understand.’
To which the woman said: ‘I’ll explain to you in a minute. First I need to have a word with him.’
And then Mrs. Simpson nodded, turned around and left the room. The next thing he knew the bitch was coming for him. He tried to ward her off but he was too late. She grabbed his shirt and kneed him in the balls really hard. It almost knocked him out right there and then, but he managed to stay on his feet. His head was spinning though. What didn’t help was that the woman pulled his hair back now and hissed at him, calling him a little motherfucker in one sentence and a pathetic little pussy in the next. What it came down to, she put the pressure on him big time. She said: ‘I’ll ask Tara everything about you, mister. I’ll find out how to really get to you and then I’ll destroy you. I’ll ruin your marriage and I’ll ruin your business. Do you understand that?’
And with that she kneed him in the balls again. If she hadn’t had such a good grip of his shirt he would have gone down now, but she kept him up, pushing him against the wall and scaring him with that fire burning in her eyes.
‘What we’ll do,’ she said, ‘you’re going to take stuff to the dump right now and I’ll talk to Tara. Depending on how you see things I can tell her a) the whole story which would be the beginning of the end for you or b) that you and I like to play a kinky but rather innocent game of domination. I would downplay it and ask Tara not to talk about it with anyone. So you tell me, pervert, what’s it gonna be?’
The woman was like a tornado, she really was. While he was still trying to process what choice she had just given him, she slapped him on the cheek and said: ‘A or B, perv.’
And then again, a loud smack and her voice saying: ‘A or B.’
‘B!’ he yelled out. ‘For God’s sake, B!’
‘Good. Hurry up then.’
She let go off his shirt and he sank to his knees like a sack of potatoes, putting two hands on his crotch, because the adrenaline began to wear off now and a terrible pain in his balls came in its place. The woman looked down at him, her hands on those wide hips again, and said: ‘Pussy. Get moving, understand? We don’t have all day.’
He got to his feet and stumbled out of the room. Mrs. Simpson came out of the kitchen with a frightened look in her eyes, but he ignored her and went straight for his truck that was already loaded up with stuff. He started the engine, and feeling humiliated and relieved, he drove away from the house.


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Hi, I revised and bundled the stories above into one, called The Kinky Tales of Gia M. It's available on Amazon.
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