Here’s a preview of one of August’s holiday stories, featuring my characters Emily and Joe.

Joe was already hard when he got undressed for Emily, up in his bedroom. She reached out, stroked his cock a couple of times, and then patted the bed beside her. “Over,” she said.

“Not over your lap?”

“Not yet.”

He shrugged and did as he was told, and Emily rubbed his bare backside before delivering a couple of quick swats. Then she went over to Joe’s toy drawer; she’d seen something in there last week, while retrieving a condom, and she was curious to see if he liked it, or if it was just something he had to have it.

Joe squirmed when Emily’s lube-slicked finger found his ass. He also moaned softly, which was good; Emily had played with his ass a couple of times, and he seemed to like it, but this time she was going to do more.

After adding additional lube, Emily slowly but firmly pushed her finger into Joe’s ass, to the hilt, and he groaned, louder this time, especially when she pressed down on where she knew his prostate was. “Holy shit! Fuck!”

Emily smiled and did just that, gently fucking Joe’s ass with her finger, her other hand on his lower back. “I’m so glad you like that,” she said.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned. “Fuck, please!” Then she removed her finger, and he whimpered. “What?”

“Just be patient,” Emily told him. “And don’t turn around.”

One of the interesting things about Emily as a character is that she probably could use some anxiety medication, but I don’t have her taking any, so it affects how her brain works when I narrate what’s going on inside her head. Hopefully it resonates with other anxiety sufferers when the story eventually gets published.