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Bound to Serve
Pt. 1

Misty MacAllister

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Bound to Serve Pt. 1

Misty MacAllister

Copyright © 2017 by Misty MacAllister

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever
without prior written permission of the author/publisher, except in the case of brief quotations
embodied in reviews.

All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no
relation to anyone bearing the same name or names. Any resemblance to individuals known or
unknown to the author are purely coincidental.

If you have any comments, suggestions, reasonable/unreasonable requests, marriage proposals,

or if you’re just lonely, feel free to send an email to [email protected]

Erotica, Satin Delight

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Special thanks to my patrons:

K&L Larry C
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You make my world smell like roses!

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Epilogue

A word from the author

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Chapter One

Through the Door

Cary peeked out the front window, covertly pushing back the sheer curtain. The large

package—his satin princess panties from K&L—sat on his front step. There was nothing better

than getting a package, and it was even better if the package was full of satin panties. Anxiously,

he pressed his cheek against the glass, trying hard to see down the walkway.

It looked deserted.

Terrace Place was a tiny community of patio houses in the middle of the city. It was known

for its security and privacy. That was one of the reasons Cary bought the property. His comfy

little patio house only had one neighboring house. The houses faced each other across a winding

path in a private courtyard. The neighboring house seemed to be empty. In the two months that

Cary had been in his house he hadn’t seen anyone go inside.

Maybe they’re on vacation, he thought.

Or maybe it was an old, invalid couple—a modern vision of Grandpa Joe and the other bed-

ridden oldsters flashed through Cary’s mind—who did nothing but watch out the windows.

Just waiting to catch a glimpse of the deviant across the way, he thought.

He shifted on his heels, acutely aware of the feel of the satin sliding over his skin. It was so

cool and smooth. He glanced at himself in the full-length mirror behind the hat-stand. He was

wearing five-inch stilettos, white thigh-highs, garter, hot pink satin panties, and a satin camisole.

“Don’t you look nice,” he said to his reflection.

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His reflection smiled back at him. His eyes shifted down to the gleaming satin panties.

“You’ll get arrested if you go outside with that thing poking out like that,” he said to his

reflection.

His bulge was obvious, a big penis outlined against hot pink satin. Slowly, he slid his finger

across his shaft and shuddered as he felt the satin press against his sensitive skin. Could anything

feel better?

“Maybe you should do something about that,” he said to his reflection.

He rubbed his erection faster. He slumped against the window, his back pressing against the

sheer curtain. He watched himself in the mirror. He watched his hand slide up and down across

the satin panties. It was too much. He pulled out his cock and started stroking, thrusting his hips.

In only a second he was cumming. He leaned back into the window, pulled up his satin cami, and

pointed his cock up toward his chest, shooting his hot cum on his stomach. He shot his load and

pumped his cock until his last throbs sent cum oozing over his fist. He kept stroking, his erection

receding, but it only receded a bit. He was too horny to not be hard.

Reluctantly, he tucked his chubby cock back into his satin panties.

“Now you’re wearing panties and you’re covered in cum,” he said to his refection.

His reflection was getting hard again. At this rate he would never get his package.

With one hand on his cock, Cary peeked out the window. Still no sign of life. He took a

deep breath. The time would never be better. Giving the head of his cock one last squeeze, he

opened the door and stepped outside. He deliberately stepped around the package and strode

down his front walk, emerging into the sun. He looked up and blinked in the bright morning

light. It was a beautiful day, and he was outside, in public, in panties, heels, and a camisole. He
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glanced toward the street. It was deserted. Standing in the middle of the walk, he hesitated, half

hoping, half dreading, someone would come by and see him. No one did.

He turned back to his door, making the turn slowly, like a runway model showing off this

year’s fashion. He bent over to pick up the box from K&L, ass out, then he strutted back into the

house. When he closed the door behind him, his heart was beating a mile a minute, and his cock

was as hard as a rock. Without hesitating, he went down to his knees, pulled out his aching cock,

and masturbated furiously until he came again.

What a wonderful day!

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Chapter Two

First Meeting

Cary was in his office—his bedroom—and he was wearing a t-shirt and joggers. Working at

home did have its perks. The doorbell rang, bing, bing.

He ignored the first ring, believing it to be a package or something, but then the bell rang

again, bing, bing, bing, and there was something insistent about the mechanical tone, as if

whoever was on the other side of the door was demanding to be let inside. He knew the thought

was silly, but he couldn’t shake the impression. The ringing might as well have been a crow’s

caw instead of an off-key chime, considering the dread it invoked in him. The feeling was

primitive, like a forewarning of doom, and, for some reason, it was making him hard.

Pushing down his unease, and his erection, Cary went to the door. But when he got there, he

hesitated, his hand hovering over the knob. For an instant, he considered not answering. He

could just stand against the door, hide, pretend not to be home, and hope the person on the other

side would leave.

They might…

The bell rang again, bing, bing, bing.

Cary put his palm against the door. The lacquered wood was cool. What had he been

expecting? Perhaps the door to be hot, heated by the fires emitting from the emissary of hell on

the other side? Unconsciously, he rubbed his hard cock through his joggers. Why was this

making him so hard? Closing his eyes, he pulled down the waistband of his joggers, pulled out
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his cock, and rubbed the head across the lacquered door. There was a light tap on the door. He

jumped and pulled his hand from his cock.

Whoever was out there knew what he was doing!

He shoved his cock back in his joggers.

Don’t be stupid, he chided himself.

The tap came again. Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and opened the door.

He found a strange woman standing on his stoop. She was about his height—on five-inch

heels—wearing a white button-down dress shirt—open and showing a fair amount of cleavage—

a blue skirt—very short and very tight—and thigh-high white stockings. One of her toes was

turned in so that her knees were touching—casually coquettish and totally unconscious. Her

strong features were set in a determined cast—she looked like someone who was used to getting

her way—and she had a garment bag slung over her shoulder.

When their eyes met, she smiled. Her smile was a slight quirk of her full lips, almost shy,

but her dark eyes were anything but shy.

“I’m your neighbor,” she said.

Cary’s heart stopped. He furtively glanced over her shoulder toward the house across the

walk. The house he had been certain was empty.

“I’ve never seen you go in,” he said.

He was trying to sound casual, but it sounded like an excuse, as if he was readying his

defense. She nodded knowingly, and leaned closer to him, almost conspiratorially.
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“Oh, it’s my back door,” she said, her quirk of a smile becoming a grin, and she lightly

tapped her behind.

Had she just said something about her ‘back door’ while tapping her ass? He knew she

couldn’t have meant it that way, but… there was something delightfully wicked about her grin.

She licked her lips. Cary’s cock jumped, and his heart started pounding.

“I own the two houses,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “This one and the next. I took

two and made one.”

“I see,” he said stupidly.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Cary shifted, uncomfortably aware he had a

raging hard-on and that it was as evident as the nose on his face. His new neighbor watched him,

seemingly unaware of the awkwardness of the situation.

“I’m Terry Donahue,” she finally said, holding out her hand.

“Cary Beck,” he said, taking her hand.

They shook. She held on to his hand after the shake was over.

“Can I come in?” she said.

“Um, sure,” Cary mumbled, and he stepped back to let her in.

She let go of his hand and strode past him. She walked through the foyer and turned into the

living room. She navigated his house as if she was familiar with the layout.

“It’s good to see someone living here again,” she said over her shoulder. “I used to be close

with the previous owners.”

Cary followed her, his eyes locked on her swaying hips. She was a very attractive woman.
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“Have a seat,” he said.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ve been on my feet all morning.”

She laid the garment bag across the chaise and took the armchair, leaving Cary to perch on

the edge of the sofa. She sat with an elegant flutter of long legs—a kick that let him see the

briefest flash of shimmering pink.

He gulped.

She grinned devilishly and crossed her long legs, giving him another quick flash of pink

panty. He almost let out a groan. His cock was aching.

“Having the house empty was awful for my piece of mind,” she said. “I live alone, and I’m

extremely security conscious.”

“That’s understandable,” Cary said, dragging his eyes up from her shapely legs.

She uncrossed her legs and leaned back. Her legs were spread. Cary sat up, shifted, pulled

casually at his joggers, hoping to hide his erection. There was no hope.

“You have a lovely home,” she said, looking around.

“I’ve just gotten settled,” Cary said. “I’m not sure if I like the furniture arrangement yet.”

“It looks very nice to me,” she said, and she spread her legs even farther.

Cary thought the furniture arrangement was perfect, except for one little problem. The

armchair she was sitting in was directly in the sun in the late afternoon. It was blinding when you

sat on it at that time of day, but in the golden light of the morning, the light was only falling

across her long legs affording him a clear view up her short skirt. It was a perfect picture of her

pink satin panties over a perfectly plump mound.

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She slightly arched her back and spread her legs even wider. She had to know what she was

doing to him. She grinned.

Did she?

“I’ve really been looking forward to meeting you,” she said.

“Um, have you?” Cary said, his eyes on her panties.

“I believe we have a shared interest,” she said.

“Do we?” Cary stammered. “What would that be?”

That feeling of dread he had when listening to the doorbell was back.

“Satin panties,” she said.

She reached down and pulled up her skirt, flashing him. He gulped, his eyes bulged, his

cock throbbed, and his heart jumped.

“What about satin panties?” he mumbled.

“We both love wearing them,” she said, spreading her legs even wider.

She knows, Cary thought. But how could she?

“Don’t look so shocked. There’s nothing wrong with loving satin panties,” she said, and she

slowly slid her hands up her thighs.

Cary watched, transfixed, and he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing his cock. He was

about to cum in his joggers.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he stammered.

She sighed, and sat up. When she did, her skirt rode up her thighs so far he could see the tiny

bow on the waistband of her panties.

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“I saw you,” she said.

He managed to drag his eyes up from that little bow. “Saw me?” he said.

“That’s right,” she said. “I saw you yesterday.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he mumbled, looking up at the ceiling.

Terry shrugged. “Why are men always so coy?” she said.

She dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. Cary watched her. He wanted to object. He

wanted her to go. He wanted to rub his cheek across her smooth pink panties while he stroked his

cock.

She fiddled with her phone.

“This thing never cooperates with me,” she said, frowning. “I wish I could just spank it. A

good spanking can solve anything, don’t you think?” She slid her fingers across the screen, and

she smiled. “There!”

She held out the phone, and Cary saw a tall, leggy woman. The video was high quality, shot

a little from above, but the view was good enough for him to see that the lady had nice legs, a

great ass, and…

“That’s me,” he gasped.

Terry turned the phone and looked at the video. She tapped her lip with her long finger.

“It is, isn’t it?” she said. “And you look very nice, if you don’t mind my saying.”

She held the phone back out to him. He watched himself on the screen. He watched himself

look toward the street, then slowly turn. He watched himself bend over.
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“Wait,” Terry said. “There’s a better angle.” She fiddled with the phone again. “That’s

better.” And she held it out.

The angle had changed. It was lower and closer. The view of his ass in the hot pink satin

panties was perfect.

“You have cameras outside?” Cary whispered, as he watched himself strut back to his door.

“Obviously,” Terry said.

“What for?”

“Security,” she said. “You can never be too careful.”

She looked at the video. She bit her lip.

“What exactly was going on there?” she said, and she used her fingers to zoom in.

She held out the phone to him. In the video, he was back inside his apartment with the door

shut, but she had zoomed the video on the curtain on the window next to the door. Cary couldn’t

see through the curtain, but he could tell something was pressed against it. Terry turned the

phone so she could see. She tapped the screen.

“I think you’re on your knees masturbating,” she said. She looked at him. “Am I right? Did

you get so horny going outside in satin panties that you had to beat off as soon as you got back in

the house?”

Cary didn’t answer. Terry tutted.

“I think I’m right,” she said, looking at the video. “You’re on your knees, leaning back into

the window and stroking that hard cock.” She looked at him, her eyes sliding down to the tent in
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his joggers. “I think it’s a safe bet that’s what you were doing, considering you’re practically

about to explode right now. Look at that hard-on.”

Cary shifted on the sofa trying fruitlessly to hide his erection.

“Why are you here?” he said.

She didn’t answer. Instead she stood up. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, giving

Cary a wonderful view of her round ass in pink satin. She stepped to the chaise, reached down to

the garment bag, and unzipped the long zipper. Slowly, she pulled out a hanger with clothes. She

held up the hanger, and Cary gaped at a sexy French Maid outfit.

“What’s that?” he said, feeling sudden excitement mixed with terrible fear.

“I’m having a party this weekend,” Terry said, and she pulled a pair of black satin panties

off the hanger.

She tossed them to Cary. He pointedly didn’t catch them, and they fell on his cock, like she

was playing horseshoes. She grinned, and laid the maid’s outfit back down on the chaise. Cary

squirmed.

“I had to guess your size,” she said, slumping back into the armchair—and flashing her pink

satin panties. “But I think everything will fit.”

Cary looked from her, to the outfit, and down to the panties draped over his erection pushing

through his joggers.

“I don’t think I understand,” he said.

“I don’t see why not,” she said. “It’s very simple. I want you to help me with my party.”

“You want my help with a party?” he said.

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“Exactly,” she said. “I want you to help serve drinks.”

“In that outfit?” he said.

He glanced furtively at the sexy outfit, as if it might spring on him if he stared at it directly.

“How else would you dress?” she said.

“And why would I do that?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” she said.

He looked at her. Her expression was unreadable. His stomach turned until it was a tight

knot.

“If I don’t, you’ll use the video,” he whispered.

“Use the video?” she said. She looked confused.

Cary closed his eyes. He had always known this would happen. Now the world would find

out that he wore satin panties.

“What would I use the video for?”

“To show everyone what I do,” Cary said.

Terry laughed. “Why would I do that? Heavens forbid everyone know everything we do.”

She snorted. “What business is it of theirs?”

He looked at her.

“Then what makes you think I’d dress up in that outfit for your party?”

Terry leaned back into the chair and looked at him thoughtfully. He squirmed. The black

satin panties draped across his hard cock shifted. If he didn’t get some relief soon, he was going

to explode.
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“You’ll do it because it’s what you want to do,” she said.

“What I want to do?” he repeated.

She nodded. “You want to wear the outfit, you want to wear the panties, and you want

people to see you in them.”

“I do,” he whispered.

He didn’t know if it was a question or an answer. Terry took it as an affirmation.

“You do,” she said. “You want them to see you, and you want them to think you’re a

beautiful, sexy woman.”

Cary swallowed. She was right.

Slowly, he nodded.

She clapped.

“Then let’s see how you look,” she said. “Get that outfit on.”

“Now?”

“No time like the present,” she said.

Cary stood up. His legs felt shaky. His cock pointed out, like a big erect penis, and the black

panties hung from it like a flag with no wind. Terry hummed and slumped down in the chair like

she was getting ready to watch a movie.

“Let’s get the ball rolling,” she said.

He stripped, throwing his t-shirt on the couch and kicking out of his joggers.

“Nice cock,” she said admiringly.

She licked her lips.

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“You’re making this hard,” he said, trying not to look at her.

“I can see that it’s hard,” she said. “Very hard.”

Cary picked up the black satin panties and stepped into them, his hand trembling as he

slowly pulled the panties up his legs. The smooth cool material felt so good on his skin.

Watching intently, Terry lifted her legs and draped her knees over the chair’s arms, flashing her

pink satin panties. With her legs spread as far as they could possibly spread, she casually ran her

nail over the plumpness behind the satin. He let out a moan at the sight.

“They do feel nice,” she said, sliding the tip of her finger through the outline of her folds.

Slowly, under her intent gaze, Cary pulled the panties up and over his throbbing cock.

“That’s going to be hard to hide,” she said, nodding appreciatively at the bulge behind the

satin.

“And you want me to wear these?” he said, his voice hardly more than a whisper. “At a

party full of people?”

“Exactly,” she said. “Along with the rest of the outfit. You’ll look great!”

She glanced at the sexy outfit lying across the chaise. The tiny skirt, the frilly bustier, the

garter, and the thigh-highs. He looked, too, and a shudder—half dread and half thrill—ran

through him.

What would it be like to wear that outfit in a room full of people?

He shook his head. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t play a woman in front of a crowd of

people.
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“We can pick out a wig,” she said, as if she could just steamroll over his objections. “And

I’ll do your make-up.” She grinned up at him. “You’ll look beautiful.”

“I...” he started, but she held up her hand.

“You’ll say you can’t,” she said, her finger slowly tracing the mound beneath her panties.

There was a dark spot on the satin between her legs. “But we both know you will, so we’ll skip

all the protestations.”

He closed his mouth, his eyes fixed on her finger as it traced her folds through the satin. The

wet spot was growing. Slowly, he began rubbing his cock.

“Ok,” he finally said. “I’ll do it.”

“Then let’s see how everything fits,” she said, and she started to lightly slap her mound.

With his eyes on her, watching her slap her wet pussy, Cary pulled on the skirt, the thigh-

highs, and the bustier.

“We’ll have to get you some heels,” she said, cupping her pussy. “But that looks very

good.” She looked him up and down. “You look good enough to eat. What do you think?”

He walked across the room to a long mirror on the far wall. He looked at himself, slowly

spinning. The skirt was flared, like a tutu, and his ass was half hanging out. He could see the

shine of the black panties. He spun around. The flare of the skirt hid the bulge of his cock.

“I do look good,” he said, spinning around.

“You’ll be perfect,” Terry said.

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She had gotten up and was standing behind him. He looked at her in the mirror. She was

looking at him appreciatively, and he was in a sexy French Maid’s costume. She wasn’t laughing

at him, or judging him. She was smiling.

“You think I can pull this off?” he asked.

She laughed. “I think everyone at the party will be trying to get you into the broom closet for

a quick fuck,” she said.

His heart skipped a beat, and his cock throbbed.

“I don’t...” he started.

“You don’t have to fuck anyone you don’t want,” she said, and she slapped his ass.

It stung, but it felt good, and he let out a little moan.

“Now you should sit down so we can work out the details,” she said.

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Chapter Three

Right on the spot

Cary sat on the sofa. Terry stood in front of him.

“You’ll have to be careful if you sit during the party,” she said, looking down at him.

His tiny skirt had ridden up his waist and his panties were visible. And so was his hard cock

straining against the black satin.

“That will certainly give you away.”

“That’s the only thing?” he said.

He still couldn’t believe he was even considering this.

“Your big, throbbing cock is the only thing that will give you away,” she said. “But that’s

not a problem, as long as you follow all my rules.”

“What kind of rules?” he asked, dubiously.

He knew there were always conditions.

“First, we have to see how good you are at following the rules,” she said, and she slowly

rocked her hips from side to side.

“How do we do that?”

She pulled up her short skirt and smiled wickedly.

“We make a rule and see if you can follow it,” she said.

He looked up at her, his eyes sliding up her firm thighs to her pink satin panties. She shifted,

and the panties gleamed. He could see the wet spot soaking through her panties.
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“What’s the rule?” he whispered.

“Simple. No touching,” she said.

He swallowed.

“Can you follow that rule?”

He nodded.

“Good. Now put your hands on the sofa,” she ordered.

He dropped his hands to his side, his palms on the sofa.

“Very good,” she said.

She straddled his right leg. It was an effort not to reach out and touch her, but he kept his

hands on the sofa. He couldn’t stop his cock from jumping. She was so sexy.

“You’re eager,” she said, her eyes on his bulge.

“Is that against the rules?” he said.

She shook her head.

“Eager is always good,” she said, and she slowly lowered herself until he felt the smooth

touch of her satin panties against his bare skin.

He let out a low moan. The satin was so cool and smooth, and it was a little wet. His cock

throbbed against his black satin panties. She giggled, and looked down at his bulge.

“It feels nice, doesn’t it?” she said. She bit her lip.

“Yes,” he managed to say.

She started to move, slowly shifting her ass as she slid across his thigh. The panties rubbing

across his skin was driving him mad, but he kept his hands on the sofa. She put her hand on his
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shoulder and began to move faster. She let out a little moan and ground down harder on his

thigh. Cary could hear the wet noises of her pussy as she rubbed back and forth, and he could see

her folds spill over the seams of her panties.

“Ooo,” she sighed, sliding nearly off his leg.

She stopped on his knee and shifted from side to side. She bit her lip.

“Got to find the right spot,” she hissed.

She reached down and pulled up the front of her panties. The satin pulled into her slit. She

arched her back and ground down on his knee.

“Right there,” she moaned.

She fumbled with the buttons of her dress shirt. In a second, she had her shirt open and her

hand in her bra, squeezing her breast. She shrugged out of her shirt and threw it behind her. She

found a rhythm, rubbing back and forth, back and forth against his thigh. Her flat stomach

rippled.

“You’re killing me,” Cary moaned, his eyes locked on her plump pussy pressed against his

leg.

She laughed and moaned. “We can’t kill you,” she hissed, shifted forward on his leg. “Not

just yet.”

And she reached down and slid her hand across his bulge. Cary shuddered. He had felt his

hand through satin a thousand times, but having her hand stroke his cock through the panties was

different. It felt a thousand times better.

“You like it?” she panted, rocking faster.

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“Yes,” he moaned.

She stroked his cock faster and faster.

“Are you going to cum for me?” she panted.

“Yes,” he moaned.

She stroked, and stroked, and stroked. He felt the cum building. Then her legs began to

tremble. She jerked and slid back. Her nipple brushed against his face. He bit it. She groaned and

pressed her pussy hard against his thigh.

“I’m cumming,” he moaned, and he shot his cum into his black satin panties.

She kept stroking his cock as her legs convulsed, tightening on his thigh, squeezing and

squeezing. A flush rose up on her neck. She threw back her head. Her juices flowed over his

thigh, and she let out a long moan.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

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Epilogue

When they were both finished throbbing, she stood up and stretched like a cat.

“Do I pass?” he asked.

“You can follow rules,” she said, looking down at him. “We’ll see how you do at the party.”

“Will it be like this?’

She grinned. “It will be better.”

He couldn’t wait.

To be continued...

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A word from the author

Hello dear readers,

I’m Misty MacAllister and I’m an erotic writer (this feels very much like an AA meeting). I
wanted to take the opportunity to say a little something about myself, the obligatory bio, but that
turned out to be harder to do than I thought, so instead I’m going to answer a few of the most
common questions I’m asked. Usually I get these questions on my social media, where you can
go and follow me—please, follow me on Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr!

The number one question is: Do you write from experience?

The answer is no. If I did everything in my stories, when would I have the time to write? And if
somehow I had time, I’d be too sore for anything other than a long bubble bath and a glass of
wine. The only books I can think of that bear any resemblance to reality are “Pollinate My
Flower”, because I had an experience with a bumble bee hive when I was little, but those stings
weren’t nearly as erotic as the stings in the said story, and “An Intimate Encounter of the Fifth
Kind”, because I sometimes think that my husband is an alien, just without all the extra tentacles.
Oh, and “The Bride of Bigfoot”. I don’t know about you but my hiking experiences have been
pretty close to those described in “The Bride of Bigfoot” except for the Bigfoot part, naturally.

The number two question is: Why do you write erotica?

Why not is the easy answer, but the more Freudian answer would be that writing erotica is a
manifestation of one of my quirks. I like to peek into houses and hotel windows. I’m not a
peeping Tammy, mind you; I always stay on the sidewalk. What I’m really hoping to see is
someone, or preferably two someones, doing something naughty (hotel windows seem to me the
most likely to produce results). So I guess that’s why I write erotica, because not enough people
are doing naughty things in their windows and I have to use my imagination. So it’s on you,
people. Start getting frisky in windows if you want me to stop writing.

The other questions I get are as follows, in no particular:

Do you work out?

Are you married?
Do you want to meet?
Are you afraid of the dark?
Can you undo knots?
Have you ever been tied up?
Do you want to be tied up?
Etc.

If you want to know the answers, or if you want to check out my other books, go to my
bookstore, mistymacbookstore.com.

Sincerely,
Sold to David Briggs (#CXETURYC)

Misty
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