Brat Therapy (Older Man Younger Woman, First Time)

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Excerpt from Brat Therapy


"My best friend's daughter gave me a real smile this time, not a smirk. I began to relax a tiny bit. Like a lot of young adults just starting out in life, she was probably having some anxiety issues, maybe a little depression, nothing hard to figure out or get over.

“Thank you, Uncle Drake,” she purred. My throbbing c**k growled in my pants. I clasped my hands tightly in my lap and smiled.

She paused for breath. Then, “It’s that, I have these constant thoughts that run through my mind. I can’t stop thinking about them.”

I nodded. “What kind of thoughts, Victoria?”

“I imagine that I’m naked in public. Or that anywhere I go, men can read my mind and know what kind of girl I am.”

“What kind of girl do you think you are?” I could barely hear myself. A rushing sound between my ears of all my blood heading south drowned out my words.

She drew her lower lip between her sharp little white teeth. “I’m the kind of girl who looks at a man and all I can see is his muscular arms and his big chest pressed against me. I want him to take me. Or, if it’s more than one guy, for them to do anything they want to me.” Her brilliant blue eyes glittered.“I don’t care. As long as it’s wild.”

I gritted my teeth to keep a low moan from rolling out of my throat. “Is this something you’ve done in real life, Victoria or are they thoughts?”

She looked at me shocked. “Uncle Drake! They’re just thoughts.” She curled a hand against her chest. “I haven’t done anything bad. I’m a virgin!”

My c**k was about to rip a hole in my pants. “I see,” I said evenly. “Well, your thoughts are your thoughts.” Her mouth formed a glossy pink circle as she squirmed in her seat. She tried to interrupt me. “But…”

I held up my hand. “Victoria. There’s nothing wrong with having fantasies, as long as they don’t become compulsions to hurt yourself or any one else.”

She pouted and looked away. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I think I just have a really high sex drive.” Then, with a cinematic slow turn to me, “But I don’t know what to do about it.” Damn. She really was trying to get me all riled up.

I was going to have to teach her that any games played in my office would be by my rules."

Also included, The Boss Of Me, a bonus story from The Best Of Ginger Starr Erotica, also available on Kindle.