Title: A Normal Girl
Author: Angora Shade
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris
Release Date: April 13th, 2016
Heat Level: 5
Pairing: Male/Female
Length: 26,000 words
Genre/Tags: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica, Romance, Fetish
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Synopsis
Ryan, a geeky technology apprentice student, is determined to lose his virginity. Shy by nature, his lack of experience with women has left him unfamiliar with ideas other than vanilla sex. In his search for his ideal girl, he seeks out those he deems normal, only to be faced with their various sexual kinks. After failed love affairas with two classic beauties, Ryan takes a chance on the oddball, discovering that normal is relative, and that he and his ideal girl are anything but vanilla.Excerpt
Ryan looks up, suddenly startled, to
see one of the employees eyeing him over. She’s blonde, slender, and he finds
her ridiculously pretty, even in her green, flour-powdered bakery smock, which
she wears with a cheeky confidence. Grinning wickedly, she squirts a load of
jelly into the center of a sugarcoated doughnut and hands it to him.
Ryan clears his throat. “Yeah,
thanks,” he says, as he takes the proffered treat.
He can’t take his eyes off the way
her smock draws tight around her delicate waist. He’s forced to as she boldly
walks her fingers over his hand holding the doughnut and up his wrist, where
she stops and grips him firmly like a mother grasping a small child. His eyes
widen as she brings the tip of the jelly syringe to her mouth with her other
hand and pulls the trigger, sucking and licking at the tip. Ryan’s stomach
falls to the floor, mimicking his chin.
“I just love jelly,” she whispers.
Bending over, she pulls his wrist upward toward her mouth, allowing her to take
a bite out of his doughnut. She licks her lips as she pulls back and releases
him, wiping all traces of loose sugar from her face. Turning and retreating
toward the back, she winks and disappears behind a swinging door.
Ryan exhales loudly and adjusts his
glasses with a shaky hand as he gazes at the huge bite missing from his
doughnut. A glob of red goo, smelling unmistakably of strawberry, begins to
ooze down the edge. It’s a slow movement that contrasts starkly with the rapid
beating of his heart.
Women rarely speak to him, if at
all. Shy by nature, he prefers to sit on the sidelines, observe, and be part of
the background that hums and exists in the air of the busy world. Slim and
lanky, he knows he fits the nerd stereotype, accentuated by his thick
prescription glasses, short professional haircut, and the company lab coat with
their well-known logo embroidered over the pocket. Even the pocket protector is
his enemy. He knows it sends a lot of women running for the hills when they see
it, but it’s part of his uniform. Heaven forbid he should suffer ink stains on
the company attire. It would make him look sloppy.
He prefers to be the well-groomed
nerd rather than a bad-boy grease monkey anyway, having come to terms with who
and what he’d become in life after endless years of teasing through most of his
adolescence. His timid personality has left him still a virgin at twenty-two.
Average looking with above average intelligence, he’s always known success was
in the works for him, if not a lot of hip action. He could deal with that.
But that girl.
Ryan taps his pen against the
clipboard in front of him and takes a bite of his doughnut, wondering what
possessed her to tease him. Maybe she gets off teasing men. Yeah. That’s it.
Play a joke on the geeky guy applying at the bakery and see if you can make him
squirt.
Ryan looks down and shakes his head.
Too bad she took off so fast. Surely she’d have gotten her jollies seeing the
big boner she’d made inside his tight, black, company dress pants.
“Tasting the goods?” the owner asks,
pointing at Ryan as he approaches from across the room. He’s a large man.
Round-faced and balding, his charming dimple indents deeply when he smiles, and
his jolly, rotund belly shakes as he laughs.
Ryan feels his mouth tighten to a thin
line, hoping the owner won’t study him too quickly and see the tent in his
pants. He quickly adjusts his legs, and shuffles his backside a bit deeper into
his chair, willing his hard-on to shrink. Mind over matter; that was his
motto.
“I’m just teasing you, kid,” the
owner guffaws. “Always good to know what your product is.” He takes a seat next
to Ryan and looks over the application. Humming and nodding, he scratches at
his five o'clock shadow with his old, wrinkled hands, and then looks Ryan
square in the face. “Good. All in order. You’re hired.”
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