What’s the bottom line?
THE PROCESS OF WRITING A STORY WITH ANOTHER PERSON is an extremely enjoyable one. This is my fourth time writing a story for someone, and all I can say is that I’ll do it again in a moment. I’ve learned so much about what people want to read in erotica, and from my collaborations so far, my Satin Delight Series have benefited the most.
Here’s the blurb:
But her boss’s raging erection declares that Katrina is in a whole different kind of trouble.
Instantly, she realized her mistake. A short skirt wasn’t made for crawling, but there she was, on all fours in her boss’s office. She could feel the skirt sliding up over her thighs and pulling halfway up her bottom.
She was flashing her snow-white satin bikini panties at her boss.
Her blush was atomic. She froze.
“Katrina…” Stephen stammered from behind her.
She lifted her head—not sure if she should run or roll into a ball and cry—and she saw his reflection in the glass wall of the office. He had come halfway around his desk—obviously to help her—but he had stopped mid-way. Frozen in place, just like her. His eyes were focused down toward her bottom—toward the satin panties clinging to her body—his mouth was open—his chin dropped nearly to his chest—and…
She stopped breathing. Her heart started pounding.
He had an erection. It was straining against his trousers, as if it wanted to spring out at her.
WARNING: PANTY FLASHING IN PROGRESS! “The Bottom Line” is about to go way, way up! This story is intended for a mature audience.