Here I am again, throwing myself at you. Whatever must you think of me? And whatever shall become of me?
I'm giving away more of my stories, my erotic stories, my naughty shorties, as I like to call them. A whole bookful. And before you ask why, I will tell you: it's a teaser, a taster, of a shortly forthcoming compendium of brand new erotica. It is mine, all mine, and I shall call it 'Measuring up'!
So there. Think of it thus: I am offering you a free feel of my very tasty titties, perhaps with even a little lip action thrown in, in the hope you will be so enthralled you will part with hard cash to sample my even naughtier parts. Who could resist such an offer? Most people, to be honest. But not you, dear reader. Surely not you? Go on, add a bit of sheen to my stiff little nipples and get your juices flowing in one swift shot. Click here in the next 48 hours and the 40k priceless words of 'Teacher' are yours for free. xxxxx
Here's some blurb to oil the wheels of this once in a lifetime transaction:
In 'Whatever happened to my teacher?' the beauty of Alexandra's prose once again belies the often dark and dangerous themes. Interspersed between the four chapters of the central story that lends the collection its name, are seven enlightening tales in which one or more of the characters receives shocking self-knowledge in sexually-charged epiphanic events. Follow them as they are tempted and taunted by their weaknesses, and applaud them as - more often than not - they rise above their base instincts and thus arrive at new levels of self-awareness.
The stories:
Whatever happened to my teacher?
While enjoying a colleague's stag night, Lewis realises the cavorting foul-mouthed drunk on the dance floor is his old biology teacher, the once demure and attractive Mrs. Cheetham.
First kiss
Recovering from a long illness, a vulnerable and lonely man pays to bridge the lost years.
TV Times
Carl will be forever haunted by an extraordinary encounter in a seedy nightclub.
Symphony for the Devil
Lydia, an insecure young music student, gratefully accepts after-school tuition from her suave teacher. As sacred music plays, he takes advantage both of his position and of her naivety, and lives are irrevocably changed.
Miriam of Magdala
Suffering terribly at the hands of zealous persecutors, first century Christians used every subtle subterfuge to keep their burgeoning faith alive.
Last flight of the metapillar
During a drive through the countryside with her pop-star uncle, Jazz confirms that creativity runs in the family
Cleaning up
A writer's journey is of infinite steps and starts with a single word. Typically - and usually deservedly - that word is 'Rejection'. However, we stumble onwards and, by degrees, approach our impossible destination. Please give this particular stumbling hack a chance: under the auspices of his attractive cleaner, his spelling, grammar, style and ambition improve with every paragraph.
The treachery of images
A chance meeting in an art gallery gives a thoughtful teenager an opportunity to explore the limits of self-expression.
Whatever happened to my teacher?
While enjoying a colleague's stag night, Lewis realises the cavorting foul-mouthed drunk on the dance floor is his old biology teacher, the once demure and attractive Mrs. Cheetham.
First kiss
Recovering from a long illness, a vulnerable and lonely man pays to bridge the lost years.
TV Times
Carl will be forever haunted by an extraordinary encounter in a seedy nightclub.
Symphony for the Devil
Lydia, an insecure young music student, gratefully accepts after-school tuition from her suave teacher. As sacred music plays, he takes advantage both of his position and of her naivety, and lives are irrevocably changed.
Miriam of Magdala
Suffering terribly at the hands of zealous persecutors, first century Christians used every subtle subterfuge to keep their burgeoning faith alive.
Last flight of the metapillar
During a drive through the countryside with her pop-star uncle, Jazz confirms that creativity runs in the family
Cleaning up
A writer's journey is of infinite steps and starts with a single word. Typically - and usually deservedly - that word is 'Rejection'. However, we stumble onwards and, by degrees, approach our impossible destination. Please give this particular stumbling hack a chance: under the auspices of his attractive cleaner, his spelling, grammar, style and ambition improve with every paragraph.
The treachery of images
A chance meeting in an art gallery gives a thoughtful teenager an opportunity to explore the limits of self-expression.
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