1. A Great Book Deserves an Orgasm


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: edintx99, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    My phone binged, a text. Karin: Did last night go well in Cincinnati? Ed: No. Ten people at the book signing. :^( But that’s 6 more than the last city. :^) Karin: Don’t worry. On tarmac now. See you soon. Kisses! Ed: Thank god. My first sci-fi book and self-promotion tour was…well… no other words but… a fucking bust! It was so damn disappointing. Everyone told me I had a good thing but to save money, I had skimped on advertising. No around-the-bookstore lines for me the first three stops. But this was Dallas and I’d dumped the rest of my cash behind it. It took an hour to set up the table and book stacks and promotional signs in the window. An hour after opening… a few people milling around and that was it. I was signing my first ever book when I heard a woman’s voice, that unmistakable Danish accent. “So, how’s my brilliant author!” I looked up and the day went from grey to a blazing sunrise. In front of my table, my Karin! No twenty-something but she was gorgeous to me. Long auburn-hair framing a lightly tanned face with freckles. Statuesque build, the Viking handmaiden you’d want standing beside you as your own hair and beard became speckled with grey. THAT was my Karin. I skittered my signature, handed the book back to my one fan, and beckoned Karin. “Come here!” But I hadn’t needed to encourage her. She was already rounding the table and then threw her arms around me in a crushing embrace. “Uh…,” blew out of my mouth before I kissed her. Six months of texting an ...
    occasional voice message, a few photos exchanged. She’d stolen my mind and my soul with her stories and philosophy on life, but I had carefully kept my heart locked. Now as it was pounding in my chest, the clasp loosened, just a bit. She stepped back and surveyed me in my jeans, pullover, and blazer like someone sizing up a side of beef. “Nice, better than the pictures,” and then let out a hearty laugh. More than a tinge of sarcasm, “So fucking glad you approve,” but felt good about her response. I saw her looking around the store, peering out the front window onto the crowded downtown street. “So, no pack of adoring fans, just yet?” “Nope, been here an hour. Just what you see.” She ran a finger along her straight nose and replied cannily, “I have an idea. Get another table, wider and with a long table cloth, one that reaches the ground. I’ll be back in a minute.” She tousled her thick hair, undid a couple of buttons on her blouse to better expose her truly magnificent breasts, and pushed up her bra a couple of times. Satisfied, she strode out the store, a stack of my books in hand. Through the open door I could hear her Danish accent, voice booming, but not quite make out the words. I did as she asked, and waited, starting to get impatient. Then one person came, then two and three at a time. In ten minutes there was a pretty big crowd in front of my desk; men and women asking about my book, enquiring when the reading would start, picking up copies and perusing them. Out front, a ...
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