Willing: MFM Novel-Out Now!

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Out now! If you like graphic, and I mean graphic, sex scenes pick it up or read it for free on Kindle Unlimited! Seriously, this one makes my usual work seem tame. Also, sorry for the radio silence, the reason the posts have been so sparse is because I’ve been finishing this. Expect more of everything this month!!!

Graduation Day

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“I can’t believe I graduated!” My student, former student, Nissa, was beaming. Mostly from the alcohol, partly from the graduation. “And thanks to your letter of recommendation I’ll be attending Uni in the fall!” Like most of her fellow students she was celebrating the last days of school. Graduation was still a ways off. But that was just a formality. She was a full fledge adult now, by Singapore standards at least.

She was a Malay by birth, which meant she had naturally dark skin, thick black hair, and soft curves that would make any man notice, all accentuated by a tiny skirt and tight top. But she also had slightly almond eyes, the kind accentuated with smoky makeup, giving her the look of a woman who just blossomed.

“Congratulations,” I said. “I told you it would happen.”

“I know.” She mulled about some, and looked at her feet. “But still, I wasn’t sure.”

“I was. You did incredible this semester.”

“Thanks, your extra attention really helped. As did all of those quiz retakes you let me have.”

“Nah,” I said. It was no big deal.”

She grabbed my arm. “No! Getting a retake is rare. Here, let me buy you a beer.”

“Oh,” I said, “I really shouldn’t. I feel strange drinking with students.”

“Then let’s head back to your apartment.” Continue reading “Graduation Day”

Blowing the Boss’s Husband

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“Pardon me, but your wife’s an asshole.” If I hadn’t been so angry I wouldn’t have said it. My boss, Mrs. Lang, had just sent me out to get a bottle of wine for her dinner party which was not in my job description. And not something I wanted to do at five o’clock on a friday.

“It’s not her fault your car died,” Peter said. He was crazy handsome. Tall and athletic with wide shoulders a square jaw, and full head of brown hair. We were in his black BMW, driving back towards the office.

“It’s her fault I wasn’t on my way home when it did.”

He laughed. “Yeah. I suppose. What were you doing this far out of town, anyway?”

“Getting wine for your dinner party. But even this store didn’t have any. Shit. Mrs. Lang’s going to kill me.

Peter laughed again. “Don’t worry. I actually have a few bottles of that vintage in my office. I’ll go grab them, and tell her it was you.”

I grabbed his arm. “Thanks so much, I actually really need this job.” Continue reading “Blowing the Boss’s Husband”