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108 pages, ebook
First published February 11, 2014
“I have to write an emergency book review on a sex position manual. I need a partner.”
“A partner?”
“Well, you can’t review a sex position manual without having sex, right?”
“Good point. Very good point.” Ben said. “So you want to... with me... review your book?”
‘What a blow job in the shower?’
‘Business or pleasure?’ Ben wrote back before adding a vital caveat.
‘Never mind. My cock just told me it doesn’t care why. Coming.’
‘Yes. Yes you are.’ Beatriz responded.
She’d only planned for him to spend the week inside her body. Somehow he’d gotten inside her heart as well.




"She wants to fuck me up the butt Ben." Henry stepped forward and wrapped Ben in a hug. "Hold me."

"It was like I had two hearts and both of them were in love with him. I never knew you could feel that much. And he just had the one heart and it wasn't interested in me."

"To do Bea..or not to do Bea?"

"I thought I was over you. But then I was under you. And now I'm in love with you."




"Sometimes I think I'm kinky because I fantasize about slapping you. And then I realize I really just want to slap you."

A Sex Position Manual for Generation Y. If you read it, you will come…

She love's to take Ben to the vey edge of sex where all the walls of shame and fear came down, where flesh met fantasy…

“I get it. I do. It’s for the best. You probably would have fucked me and forgotten about me like Henry though.” Beatriz grinned at him, a smile that said, “I’m just giving you a hard time.”
“But I didn’t fuck you, and I’ve never forgotten you.”
“Can you be bribed?” Ben asked, deciding to cut through pretense.
“Yes. Yes, I can,” Keaton the bellhop said and gave Ben a jaunty salute.
“Good. Will a Jackson buy me a room number?”
“Tito?”
“Andrew.”
“Fine,” Keaton said. “But a Franklin would buy you five room numbers. And my R-E-S-P-E-C-T.”
“Do you actually work here or are you an escaped mental patient?” Ben asked.
“You really want to know?”

“There are twenty-five positions in the book. We just need to try out about five of them to give a fair review.”
“Five?” Ben tried to mask his disappointment. As turned on as he was he could have tried out five tonight alone.
“Maybe more if we have time. I know you’re busy this week. I don’t want to impose on your cock.”
“Impose on it. Please.”
“Should we get started?”
“I will literally, actually, in reality die if we don’t.”
“You can either hold me up by my ass or we can put pillows under my hips to raise them.”
“Let’s go for the pillows.”
“You think I’m too heavy to lift?” she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“No, I just want my hands free to play with your boobs.”
“Good point. This position is supposed to help the man ‘give the clit the attention it deserves’. That’s me quoting the book, by the way.”
“I like this book. It’s nice and friendly and tells me to touch your clit. I appreciate that.”
“So does my clit. Ready?”
Ben glanced down. He was more than ready.
“God, yes.”
“Alright,” Beatriz said. “Let’s do it.”
“I’ll see you at the lunch.”
“We can go in together,” he offered. “You know, like a date.”
“A date? Us? Together?”
“Is that weird?”
“Incredibly,” she said, but he saw the twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
“So no?” Ben asked.
“We’re not dating. We’re not a couple. I don’t want people to think something’s going on that isn’t,” she said.
Ben stared at her.
“I just came in your mouth.”
Beatriz glared at him.
“Okay, good point,” she said, smiling. “Lunch it is then.”
He usually never ate this much, but he figured he’d lost about two pounds in semen in the past twenty-four hours.
Chapter six on woman-on-top positions was my favourite. Because boobs.
“Go talk to Ben.”
“Can I fuck my bride-to-be first please?”
“No. Ben first. Then me.”
“I have to fuck Ben first? Good thing he’s pretty.”













5 big buzzing bees (or stars or whatever)
Miss Bea Haven
”Sometimes I think I’m kinky because I fantasize about slapping you. And then I realize I really just want to slap you.”
”I know you’re busy this week. I don’t want to impose on your cock.”
“Impose on it. Please.”
“Should we get started?”
“I will literally, actually, in reality die if we don’t.”
”And you can just get lost in those blue eyes. I call that color Chris Pine blue.” … “I want to be the Spock to his Kirk. You know, the J.J. Abrams reboot, not the original series.”
"Worth a shot. Anything to get me out of the doghouse and into doggie style.”
“Good. Go talk to Ben.”
“Can I fuck my bride-to-be first please?”
“No. Ben first. Then me.”
“I have to fuck Ben first? Good thing he’s pretty. You know he was bisexual for one week in college?”
“Henry.”
“And you can just get lost in those blue eyes. I call that color Chris Pine blue.”
“Henry.”
“I want to be the Spock to his Kirk. You know, the J.J. Abrams reboot, not the original series.”
“Henry!” Claudia flicked his nose—hard.
“I’m going. I’m going. Don’t start without me"