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Featuring Author, T. L. Hayes

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Kinky Tales Volume 1

T. L. HayesGenre: EroticaPublisher: Erotica City PublishingDate of Publication: April 24, 2016ASIN: B01ERZ0KPINumber of pages: 96Word Count: 38229

Cover Artist: TSP Creative INC.



Book Description

What woman wants to settle for dull, routine sex when she can take matters into her own hands and cross over to the world of kink?

In this kink-driven collection from T.L. Hayes, the authoress of hardcore allure takes you on an erotic roller coaster ride as she taps into the minds of some of the freakiest and kinkiest women around. This erotic collection includes twelve freaky tales of love, lust, and wanton women turning their deepest and darkest sexual fantasies into reality. These women are smart, sexy, independent, and will settle for nothing less than mind-blowing trysts that leave them wet and dripping with satisfaction.

There are tales for every taste and fetish level. From taking on a UFC fighter in his fast car, making waves with an international reggae star in his tour bus, entertaining twin brothers in the hot tub, sweaty lovin’ on the stripper stage, naughty encounters in the club, horny girls on first-class flights, love in an elevator, to mystery sex and glory holes, wife swapping, and the simple raw pleasure of seducing the maintenance man with a single popsicle—these women know what they want, and they know how to dominate their men into just the right position.

Sexual freaks from all walks of life are painted in all shades of kink in this salacious collection. Read to the last page, because you won’t want to miss a single twist in this scorching-hot book that’ll leave you begging for Volume 2!


EXCERPTS

A Meeting In The Ladies’ Room

I could not believe what I was seeing. My eyes almost popped out of my eye sockets. I saw Alisha, her shirt open and breasts exposed, bent over with her ass up against the wall, fucking a glory hole. There was a big hole cut into the side of the stall. Sticking out of the hole was a big, shiny dick. My first thought was, what in the hell is this man doing in the ladies’ room? I wanted to bust into the stall next to hers and see who was in there, but I was frozen in my tracks. I couldn’t take my eyes away from what I was seeing. I instantly became horny watching her pounce on this big, shiny dick in the wall. She looked over at me with this painful pleasure on her face, as if she was ready to climax all over that glorious dick. 

I was tripping. I knew that glory holes existed, but I thought they only had them at hole-in-the-wall clubs and truck stops off the highway. I had no idea that it was going down like this at Club Illusion. Although I was tripping, I still found myself getting turned on by this unordinary sight. I heard voices coming from outside of the ladies’ room, so I stepped inside of the stall and closed the door. We were in a handicapped stall, so there was plenty of room for me to step off to the side, in the corner. I kind of felt embarrassed for the both of us. We had never seen each other in this sort of way at all, other than changing our shirts in front of each other at the gym. Our eyes stayed locked on each other. My body suddenly became warm and tingly, and I decided then to do something about it. 

Still feeling light from the alcohol, I unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra down just below my breasts, allowing them to spring free. I slipped my fingers in my mouth and slowly started sucking on them. I then slid my wet fingers down to my breasts, ran them over my nipples, and began to pinch them softly. I pushed one of my breasts up to my mouth and swiped my tongue across my erect nipple, twirling it around in circles. Alisha was watching me the entire time, and I liked having her eyes on me. 

I leaned my back against the stall and continued to lick and suck on both my breasts. I slipped my hand up my skirt and into my panties then started fingering myself. My pussy was dripping wet. Before you know it, I had three of my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, my warm, wet juices soaking my fingertips. As Alisha stared at me, licking her lips, I walked over to her and stuck my pussy-soaked fingers in her mouth. She sucked them clean as she kept pouncing on the big, shiny dick. She was taking that dick like a champ. The entire time this was going on, I couldn’t help but wonder who the hell was in the next stall.

Who’s the Woman

It had been a long day. I was finally home and ready to wind down from the day, but I was still horny. I stripped off my work clothes and took a long, hot shower. I dried off and lay across my bed naked. The ceiling fan felt great as it was blow-drying the tiny water drops left on my back from my shower. I turned over on my back and started rubbing my breasts. The silk sheets on my bed rubbing up against my body were turning me on, and I began to masturbate. As the warm and tingly sensations shot through my body, my head sank into the bed and my back arched as my orgasm erupted, squirting all over my fingers. As I was coming down from my orgasm, the phone rang, and I was glad to see it was Todd. I told him about the day I had, and how horny I was, and that I needed him over here now. Before I could finish my sentence, he hung up the phone and was on his way over to my house.

Todd was my boyfriend. He fucked me good whenever and wherever I wanted it, and tonight was no different, but I felt different. I felt like there was an unleashed beast inside of me ready to bust out of my skin and annihilate some dick. I jumped up to go and put on some sexy lingerie for him. Todd loved when I wore cute little sexy lingerie for him. It turned him on so much. He was always taking me to Frederick’s of Hollywood and picking out some skanky little outfits for me to wear for him. I put on my red lacey thong with the bustier to match. I slipped on my red lace thigh-highs and my garter belt, letting the straps hang down the sides. My role-playing stripper shoes completed the ensemble. I lit some candles and incense, then lay back across the bed to patiently wait for him to arrive. 

I had left the door unlocked so that Todd knew to come right in when he arrived at my house. You see, Todd was used to me submitting to him and doing all of the nasty, kinky shit he wanted me to do. I must admit, I loved it, but tonight, he was in for a rude awakening. 

He came into my bedroom where I was waiting on the bed. My pussy was already wet because I had been rubbing it the entire time that he was on his way over here. He walked over to me and rubbed his hand up my leg, feeling my thigh-highs. He then walked his fingers up the outlining of my pussy lips that was showing through my thong. He reached down to pull my thong to the side, and I grab his hand to stop him. I told him to take off his clothes as I lay back on the bed and watched him. Tonight was the night that he would do what I said. 

As I started to give him direction and tell him exactly what it was I wanted him to do, he obeyed my every command, and it was on. He unbuttoned his pants while doing a sexy little dance, like he was delivering a stripper-gram. I chuckled. That was one of the things I loved about Todd—his willingness to do whatever it took to make me laugh. He was teasing me, and I was growing impatient. 

I crawled to the edge of the bed and grabbed him by the bottom of his shirt. I pulled myself up toward his face and bit his bottom lip. I tore open his shirt, ripping the buttons off, then I bit him softly on his chest. I began licking and biting his nipples wildly, driving him crazy. He loved that shit. “Damn baby,” he whispered. 

I put my hand over his mouth and whispered back to him, “Shut the fuck up.” I knew he wouldn’t like that, and I knew I was in trouble. That was my goal, to be his disobedient little whore. He yanked me by my hair and pulled me down on the bed. I was even hornier than before, and I let him do as he pleased with me. At least for now.

Coastal Freak

After dinner, we took a ride in his convertible BMW i8. R. Kelly’s “Freak Tonight” was blasting in the CD player. The sun was going down and the sky looked so beautiful and peaceful. I was a little tipsy from the Moet we had at dinner. We jumped on the Pacific Coast Highway, driving about sixty-five miles an hour. Taking a ride on the Pacific was our most favorite thing to do when he was in town. It was warm out, and I loved when we rode with the top down. The night air had a sexy feel to it as it blew through my hair, taking me to another place. It helped me forget about all the bullshit going on in the world. I looked over at him with sex in my eyes. He reached over and removed my hair from my eyes, then ran his thumb down my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and sucked his thumb. He smiled. I reached over and massaged his dick through his pants. Reminiscing about all the places we’ve had sex, I instantly became horny. I was plotting. With his eyes back on the road, I continued to stare at him. I reached down and pulled my skirt up just enough for him to see my thick thighs. He reached over, then placed his hands in between them, and I knew he was ready to play. 

He slid his fingers up to my pussy and realized that I didn’t have on any panties. He started rubbing my clit and slipped his finger inside my pussy, searching for my G-spot. The minute I felt his dick getting hard, my pussy began to pulsate at his touch, and my juices began to flow all over his fingers. “Mmmm,” he said, then sucked the sweetness from his fingertips. I removed my seatbelt and leaned over towards him, kissing on his neck. I stuck my tongue in his ear, then swirled it around, blowing in it at the same time. He was flinching and squirming. I reached in his lap and caressed his dick through his pants again. It was fully engorged. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and slipped my hand in his underwear. I couldn’t help it, I was craving the familiar thickness he had between his legs, and it was all mine. My mouth began to water as I wanted to taste his pre-come. Sliding down with half of my body still on the passenger side of the car, my knees were on the floor and my face was in his lap. I guided his erect penis into my mouth and toyed with the tip, using my tongue. He moaned then started to slow down his speed. He relaxed and reclined back into his seat, putting his hand on the back of my head, moving it up and down. I was deep-throating him and his dick was tapping the back of my throat. He kept whispering for me to stop. The more he told me to stop, the harder I slammed my throat down on his dick. He knew I was hard-headed and I knew he didn’t mean it. I looked up at him, and I knew for sure that if he wasn’t driving, his eyes would be closed. With each suck, his moans became louder. I felt him getting a little too excited, and I wasn’t ready for him to come yet, so I eased up. His eyes shot at me with disappointment. I playfully smiled.






About the Author: 

T. L. Hayes is an author, publisher and the CEO of Erotica City Publishing. She discovered her unique and talented gift of writing in her late teenage years, when she became a passionate and creative writer of all things erotica. She spent many years ghostwriting newsletters, articles, short erotic stories, and erotic poems before deciding to branch out on her own and showcase her talent to the world.

With a career in real estate, she worked as a property manager for eight years before deciding it was time to fulfill her dream of becoming a published author.

She is also the co-owner of Niecy & Co Inc., were she oversees and coordinates the planning of fashion shows, hair shows, and professional photo shoots. With an extensive background in marketing and advertising, she is a force to be reckoned with.

T.L. Hayes resides in Ohio, where she enjoys spending all of her free time with her two beautiful children and her loving, caring, close-knit family. She is currently working on Kinky Tales Volume 2.




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