Books that are a must read: It's Live: Taming Mr. Flirt by A.M. Madden and Joanne Schwehm

Thursday, September 14, 2017

It's Live: Taming Mr. Flirt by A.M. Madden and Joanne Schwehm

Title: Taming Mr. Flirt
Author: A.M. Madden & Joanne Schwehm
Release Date: September 12, 2017

Here’s a tip: never say never.

It all started in a barn, rolling around in the hay with a hot brunette. When I hooked-up at my best friend’s wedding with the bride’s best friend, I had hay in places it should never be. And how my bowtie ended up around my dick was an entirely different story. I’ll give you a minute to consider the possibilities.

That first romp set the tone, and with each of our sexual encounters that followed they became more risque. The fact that all my fantastic orgasms were coming at the hand of one woman blew me away.

My entire adult life I believed monogamy equated to boredom. Everyone knew that variety was the spice of life. I enjoyed the company of a sexy, smart, confident woman. It was my kryptonite. I was a master flirt, and my sexual skills were unsurpassed.

Yet, with this woman it was all so different.
With this woman, I had met my match.

Not only did she rival my appetite for sex, but she also taught me a few things along the way.

She called me Mr. Flirt, and could bring me to my knees.

Lesson learned: Sex always trumps sanity.

We both stood staring at the hay strewn all around the barn. “That looks very scratchy,” Vanessa said with a frown.

“Allow me.” I removed my monkey-suit jacket and spread it over a mound of hay that was closest to us. A quick glance toward the door ensured we were out of sight if someone were to walk in. “Better?” With an enthusiastic nod, Vanessa lowered herself on my jacket, rested on her bent elbows, and stared up at me. I looked down at her and considered all the things I could do to her with my tongue. “That dress looks amazing on you, but I bet having it pushed up around your waist would make it look even better. I can’t wait to see if there’s a thong under it or lace panties. I’m a thong guy.”

“You talk a lot. Are you just going to flirt with me or are we going to put this hay to good use? You owe me an orgasm.”

“Oh, you’ll get one. Trust me.” My dick was in agreement as it came to life in my pants. Poor thing had struggled throughout the entire ceremony.

With each look and smile Vanessa gave me, my cock responded. There were a few times I had to glance at Brae’s great aunt Myrtle just to calm him down. But now, there was no calming down in his future.

There wasn’t anything romantic about this encounter, then again she didn’t seem to be into that bullshit. Neither was I, and that was what made our connection perfect.