Help me in welcoming Kay Jaybee to Cocktails and Books!
Many thanks to Cocktails and Books for letting me come and visit your smashing site today to talk about my new e-novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man.
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type...
The inspiration for my courier connected story came from many of the tales that the various delivery men that visit my home have told me over the last twelve years. I swear their list of kinky ponderings is non-stop!
Since writing Not Her Type I have got to thinking about all the other professions where there is an opportunity for a spot of sexy ‘hit and run’.
How many of you out there have coveted the man who’s come to service the washing machine? Fancied the plumber- standing just that little bit too close to his bent over backside while he attacks your blocked u-bend?
What would be the ultimate challenge in doorstep seduction? The window cleaner? Bit too cliché perhaps? The guy or gal who turns up at your front door trying to flog you double glazing or convert you to a ‘definitely cheaper- honest’ electricity supplier? The Avon Lady? The fit young student earning pin money trying to get you to sign up to a monthly charity donation scheme?
Surely the ultimate challenge to end all impromptu seduction challenges would be the Jehovah’s Witness? A step too far perhaps?? Fair enough.
Each and every one of these scenarios can form the potential kick off for a juicy new short story- even as I type this blog, my erotica cogs are a turning...so much material...so little time...
It is from such ponderings that Not Her Type was born, after hearing more erotic (and downright pornographic and frequently physically impossible) fantasies and confessions from the delivery men who visit my home with various work related packages every week.
Such is the nature of the courier’s tight schedule, that any lust he or she has the opportunity to release during the course of his or her day, that it will be very quick indeed.
Jenny, the customer who becomes the centre of every sexual fantasy her courier, John has, discovers very early on, that no matter how much she looks forward to her lusty encounters with her fuck-me handsome lover- it’s rarely going to last more than five minutes!
Jenny had been ready for an hour. Dressed as per his request. Black jeans, black low-cut shirt, black bra, black knickers.
A rare text from John late the night before had warned her that even compared to normal, they wouldn’t have long. But then, we never had long.
He was already speaking as he came into the house, his tone hectoring, “No time to explain. I have a stupidly large new van and company. A new assistant to train. He’s practicing parking. We’ve got two minutes until he manages to get the truck into a space. Then he’ll be knocking on the door.”
Jenny’s mouth opened to argue, to say that two minutes was impossible, but she didn’t have the chance to say anything as she was driven to her knees with the order, “Suck my cock.”
In the back of Jenny’s mind, the countdown began.
So, if you are a connoisseur of the daytime quickie- then perhaps delivery men, Avon ladies or window cleaners are the folks for you!!
Buy links:
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About the book
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…
Hi there- thanks ever so much for letting me crash your site today. Funny you should mention UPS... Kay xx
ReplyDeleteI will forever look at the UPS man (who is generally at my house every dang day) in a whole new light. Thanks Kay!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's a whole new meaning in "what can brown do for you?" I've seen some pretty hawt looking UPS men.
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UPS do have a nice collection of hot guys- but you need to look at the DPD and ParcelForce guys closely too- trust me on this.... Kx
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