- Degraded In the Bar
- Degraded In the Car
- Degraded In the Bath
- Disgusted With Myself
- Disgusted With You
- Disgusted With Us
Enjoy a total of 6 books in all plus my bonus short story Lin Fong.
The stories in Disgusted and Degraded are written from both the male and female POVs and feature Tessa, a red haired MILF with incredibly low self esteem who knows she’s attracting the wrong type of man but just can’t seem to help herself. The man of her dreams convinces her that experimenting is a good thing and takes her on a journey that would make even a professional blush!
You be the judge. Here’s an (edited) excerpt from the book:
As we sit down I make eye contact for the briefest of moments with my friend who is seated at the bar. Yes, the same friend I’ve mentioned before, the one who ‘dated’ you once, knocked you up and then disappeared leaving you to deal with your little situation all on your own. You have no idea he is here, of course, but he will join us when I judge that the time is right and I can not wait to see what your reaction will be.
For the time being we chat about nothing of consequence. The waiter brings the bottle of red that I’ve ordered and after I have approved of the wine he pours each of us a glass, then I order for the both of us and we toast to the night to come. Earlier this evening at the other bar where we first met you had plenty to drink, then more and now this wine before dinner.
Even though the sex we had at my apartment, or should I say the foreplay at my apartment, because I was careful not to go all the way with you, even though that foreplay sobered you up somewhat I can tell that you are still feeling very comfortable and that it will not take me long to guide to the place where I want you to be.
I begin by telling you how much I admire a woman who is as sexually adventurous as you, and I tell you that after all these years I feel that I have finally – sexually – met my match. You blush when I say this, at my compliment, but I assure you that what I am saying is true and you seem very pleased with yourself.
I continue, telling you that it is very rare to find a woman who enjoys sex as much as you do, one who enjoys being a woman and being treated like a woman. You object, telling me that other women that you know, your girl friends, also enjoy sex, but when I ask you if they have done the things that we have even though we’ve practically just met and you have to admit that no, they have not, and once again I compliment you on how comfortable you are with your body, with your sexuality.
Again you smile and blush, although this time your blush is more from pleasure and not from embarrassment. You swirl the wine in your glass, admiring the legs of the wine, the liquid tracks down the side of the glass, stare off into the distance at nothing in particular, then turn and look at me, a look of love in your eyes, and tell me that there is nothing you feel you wouldn’t do for me, that that is how safe and comfortable I make you feel.
I smile, inwardly at my success in so quickly and easily manipulating you and smile outwardly to reassure you, to make you think that my feelings for you are as deep as are your feelings for me. Then I slide over the distressed leather of the banquet seat, until I am next to you, and whisper softly in your ear. The look of shock that spreads across your face is absolutely delicious.
Underneath the table I hold your hand and tell you that it will be alright, that nobody will notice. You look at me, again with your look of love, smile and begin to rise from the seat. Still holding your hand I stop you from standing and pull you back down to the seat. At first you look confused, then quickly you understand what it is I want you to do.