Richard Found and Trained Me New book

Hi Guys and Gals

My good friend Abigail Andrews has a new book and audiobook now available. Just wanted you to know.

Here is the opener:

This is my diary entry for: Sunday 20th February

Nothing happened today.

My name is Carrie White and I've had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I'd been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I'd been born. My parents were still there but they didn't think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.

I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I'm quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I'd never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you'd call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the center of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.

   Today was a quiet relaxing Sunday so I’m writing about how my sexual adventures began, six years ago. 

   I’m now 24 but I’ve been like this since my 18th birthday when I was seduced by Richard who was much older and loved younger women. Well women who are between 18 and 22, any size, any shape and anywhere – so he said. We had a wild 3 days together. I learned more than any 18 year old should know about the art of sex and how to please a man. 

   I was 18 years old, well 18 years and 4 months to be exact. But I’d stopped saying years and months when I was about four. Now I’m 24 and so much has happened in those six years that I feel it’s been more like 16!!

   My name is Carrie White and I’ve had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I’d been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I’d been born. My parents were still there but they didn’t think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.

   I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I’m quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I’d never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you’d call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the centre of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.

   I stayed in a cheap hotel on the Bayswater Road for 2 nights. It was a doss-house. Well actually it was like a knocking-shop except the guests were couples who might stay for a couple of hours or overnight. I was busy looking for a job and spent time in the “lounge” as it was called; it was the ground floor rooms just opened up into a dining room and lounge area with small bar. Couples came in and it was usually older guys with young girls, about my age, all with too much make-up and cheap clothes, looking tarted up. Some had a drink then went to their room.

   I think the owners had wanted something different and it was decorated like the Arabian Nights, there were old leather suitcases covered in travel stickers from the past, there were Arabian style artifacts, probably cheap repros and rugs on the walls. It must have once had a certain charm but time had jaded and faded the place.

   My room was quite small, and followed the Arabian theme. There was a cheap corner shower and a wash-basin. The wardrobe and dressing table looked like it had come straight out of a junk shop, chipped, wooden, varnished with cup rings on the dressing table. I checked and double checked the sheets, wondering if the room had been used earlier that day by a copulating couple. I was happy to see there were no stains, the sheets smelt fresh, if in need of an extra ironing, and the pillows were ok too. There was a spicy incense smell throughout the hotel and I found on the first morning that joss sticks were burning, probably part of the theme.  

   I’d signed in with a young girl at reception but me the owner later in the day. He was an Arab called Ali, wearing a shabby suit, shirt and tie. I imagined he thought himself a real magnet but he was oily in the way he talked to me. I wouldn’t have trusted him out of

sight. But I was here now; I carried the important things like my driving license and passport and debit card, so I wasn’t too worried. And it was cheap. I found out the young girl worked there did everything from cooking breakfast, cleaning through and working as receptionist. Ali, the owner talked to her quite harshly and that worried me. But I soon found out that’s the way Arabs talk to all women. 

Ali would be in for a shock if he tried anything with me. . . now listen to the audio-book and enjoy as this turns into a hot and steamy three days with Carrie at 18 years old and Richard in his mid forties, and how he found her and trained her in all things sexual.

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Livin is Easy with this 99p book over Easter

Hi My Lovely Readers and Listeners

And here is the good news OVER THE EASTER BANK HOLIDAY I've reduce the price on Kindle to 99p to give you something to read and enjoy over the holiday. STARTING THURSDAY 29th MARCH

So a treat for you. The first erotic story I wrote over a year now. Since then I've re-written parts and added a whole section. I hope you enjoy reading and listening as much as I did writing and narrating. 
   It's short and sweet, less than an hour. And you can listen discreetly on your mobile device whist travelling to work. It'll wake you up and stimulate your feelings. I've already had some good feedback. When I published the short original version these were some of the comments.

 I.V.Wow...Ya wouldn't believe it if I told ya...giggles...Very erotic and saucy hot...smile

CB - Ah, great ending and scorching sex throughout!

TR - Oh I think you got your moneys worth. well done, neat story

W315 - awesome story I think I might pick up hitch hikers again


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Here is an excerpt. The action gets really hot and steamy. You will love it.

   My name is Jim and I’m 47 years old. Divorced. No kids. Great Job. Money in the bank and in my back pocket. Don’t know if I’m good looking. I certainly look after myself and date plenty of girls: they seem to think I’m ok. I don’t think it’s just the money. Today I’m off the coast. Seen a nice little cruiser that I might buy. Always liked the sea and a small cabin cruiser that I could live on overnight and weekends would be great. Across to France too? I needed something big enough to take my motor-bike too.

   I’d come off the main road. I was having fun on this relatively quiet straight road away from urbanisation. Then this girl had just pushed her case out in the middle of the road and here we were.

   My thoughts turned to the girl. Good looker. Legs that seemed to go on forever. First thing I noticed as I got out of the car. Probably the last thing I saw as I braked. Slim shapely tanned legs. Her omg so short denim shorts were traditionally ripped and held up with a brown leather belt matching her open toes sandals. They looked expensive in direct contrast to her brown ancient, well-worn and tatty suitcase. It looked incongruous against her general appearance. She was fit.

and more

   “Quick. Rub my clitoris . . . hard” her voice was a rasp and her breath quick and shallow. She was so wet. She wriggled and her shorts were down past her ass. I could feel soft silky panties, a mere scrap of material, and they were wet. So wet, it was like they’d just been washed. Rubbing my itchy fingers over the material I could feel her mound and the lips protruding. Itchy fingers because they were desperate to touch. Yes she was ready and waiting. Slipping my fingers inside the soft silk I felt the smoothest skin imaginable, bringing back memories of college days and 18 year old pussies.

   She was breathing real heavy now as I rubbed her lips and pushed a finger inside. She was nuzzled up to my neck and right then gave my ear a bite. Her hand was rubbing my hard erection slowly up and down. Nice. Then she pulled away and dived her head down encasing my cock with those lips, pushing down as I entered her mouth, not stopping as her tongue rubbed against me, down, down so deep she almost took my balls.

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I'm having a couple of days on a beach in the sun. can't wait. Might be some eye candy

Good Listening and reading

Jim Masters

Hi Readers

This Sunday only, 25th March, you can pick up Artist Alfie Trains his Young Model for FREE. Normally £2.99.  

Alfie is an artist and is approached by Jenny who wants a portrait painted for her mother. When Alfie tells her his usual fee she realises she just can't afford it. Eventually she agrees to do some photographic modelling for Alfie and one thing leads to another. This short story will waken your inner sexuality. It is hot and steamy. 

Here is an excerpt to whet your appetite.

As Jenny looked at the new shots Alfie stood behind her and as he leant over to move each shot on his wrist and arm touched her, and he manipulated it so he brushed against her tits. She didn’t do or say anything. Alfie pulled his arm back and soon his fingers were now against her and as his fingers crept forward they cupped and took a silky soft firm breast. He could hear Jenny take a loud breath but she didn’t complain.

Alfie leaned forward so his lips were against her ear. “You like this? You look like a goddess in those photos. You should be so proud of your body. The best model I’ve ever had in the studio.” He whispered, bringing his other hand around her to fondle the other breast.

“Am I doing OK?” she asked. “No man has ever seen me like this before”

“How old are you Jenny”

“I’m nineteen in a month Mr Alfie”

“And no-one has seen you like this? What about your boyfriend?”

She shook her head. “I haven’t got a boyfriend. I don’t know why but it’s never happened. Some guys I really fancy but nothing happens. I was beginning to thing I was ugly or there is something wrong with me”

Alfie nuzzled his lips into her neck and kissed her lightly. He ran his finger down over her flat belly, lower . . . . . read on. Order this whilst it is free. 

Just available for FREE on 25th March so make a note. Pick it up and enjoy. Click on the image below

And watch out for my other books. My library of works is increasing monthly. All are less than an hour to read and packed to the brim with erotic content that will raise your blood pressure. Also available as paperbacks and audiobooks

   

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New Erotic Audiobook by Jim Masters

Hi Listeners

After an experience with a webcam model I was unable to keep this locked away in my mind. I had to share it and here it is. The story starts thus:

   I gunned the car down the road. It was busy, rush hour but I needed to be home. She was waiting for me, lying out on her bed in my favourite lingerie. Skimpy black lacy low-cut front fastening bra and matching French knickers, with room for my fingers to crawl up her thigh and straight to her smooth, hairless mound, her pussy lips still withdrawn to show a pencil slit, awaiting the adventure she wanted every night.

   The rain fell down in sheets. Difficult to even see the car in front sometimes as the wind swept across and sheets of water fell, whilst water was thrown up from the road. Ahead the lights were green but with about a dozen cars in front would they stay green or flash over to red? Impatiently I tail-gated the car in front. He glanced in the mirror and pulled away to leave a distance between us, I put my foot down too. It was only seconds but felt much longer as we approached then RED. Slammed on my brakes, realising just how close I’d been and we stopped, me and the two cars in front. I sat there drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, foot down slightly on the accelerator, full down on clutch. I was thinking of her and totally oblivious to everything else except the red light.

   Bang! I jumped l as the angry face peered in my window. Automatically I put the door-lock on and looked out. It was a youngish guy; well I’m 56, so anyone below 30 is a kid. He gestured to wind down the window, but I wasn’t raking a chance. I slipped it a slit so he couldn’t even get his in fingers in. “Don’t tailgate me, you bastard!” he yelled and I wondered what he was going to do next. I did think how stupid I had been in my anxiety to reach home, but I’d stopped safely.

   Then the lights changed, horns blared, torrents fell and he stalked off. And we were moving again. Not too far now, about 15 minutes if I was lucky, and I’d not been yet. The traffic ahead was slowing down again: couldn’t see what the hold-up was. Traffic wasn’t coming towards us either. Accident? Oh no. Not tonight. She’s waiting. She’ll be worried. Lying there on the bed, waiting, wondering. And I couldn’t phone her, no way  . . . 

It's around ninety minutes of unadulterated erotica about a guy who pays to bring a Camgirl to London, whom he has been talking to for several months. He doesn't really know what to expect but is overwhelmingly surprised by the events as they unravel.

Listening to erotica in private is the most sensual way to enjoy it. Whether traveling to or from work, in a break or best at home in bed, lights out and just you and me together. I've been told that its hot and steamy.

Don't take my word for that. Order your copy today and listen tonight.

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Love you all

Jim Masters

Belinda's Entrapment

Hi Readers and listeners

My latest narrated novelette is published and waiting for you. Written by the young and talented Abigail Andrews and gave me great pleasure in narrating. 

This first novelette by new 24 year old Abigail Andrews is fast moving and highly erotic. Belinda, 18 year old is out with her Dad having family time. She is roller skating and knocks into an older guy who drops the bag he is carrying. It is a valuable Chinese and is smashed on the walkway. Unable to pay, Belinda's Dad offers her to the Guy and his wife for time alone. Belinda hates this idea but has to go along with it. This turns into a wild adventure for her. Read or listen to Belinda's Entrapment and you will be running back for more.

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Jim Masters

Help! Reviewers Wanted

Hi Readers and Listeners

I've now several books published and sales are taking off. Thank you, all of you who have bought a copy of one or more of my books.

They are also available as audiobooks. This is my personal favourite. I can listen anywhere, anytime in private, without anyone looking over my shoulder or reading the book cover or worse the text inside.

I was travelling into London by bus on one occasion and engrossed in my book. I was flicking the pages over in my own time when the guy sitting next to me muttered "Just a second". I looked up at him and he continued "good isn't it. But you read faster than me. Hang on a second". Luckily my stop was coming up soon, so I did wait and turned the page when he said. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from getting angry. Now I only read a book or paper if I'm sitting alone. But mainly I listen to audiobooks or the radio on my mobile.

Driving every day long distances was my life-style and I listened to a whole spectrum of different genre, most fictional but some biographies. These books saved me from boredom and entertained me. Since then I've been a strong advocate of listening. 

I've now narrated several of my books and these are just available on Audible.com. Sales are already picking up but I lack reviews. If you would like to listen FREE to one of my books then leave an honest review just let me know which book from the selection below and whether you are on Audible.com or Audible.co.uk.

Hit and Run No Escape the story of a young woman who is knocked down by a hit and run driver. He calls for an ambulance and finishes up accompanying the girl to hospital, then he takes her to his home to recover. This hot and steamy story will have you wanting more.

Send an e-mail to ask@jimmasters.co.uk saying whether you want an Audible.com or audible.co.uk FREE PROMOTIONAL VOUCHER and I will send one to you. Mention HIT AND RUN in your e-mail. There are very limited quantities to send that e-mail now.

Artist Alfie Trains his Young Model is about a young waitress in the local coffee shop who wants a portrait painting for her mum but can't afford Afie's fees. They come to an arrangement that leads to some erotic arousing action.

Send an e-mail to ask@jimmasters.co.uk saying whether you want an Audible.com or audible.co.uk FREE PROMOTIONAL VOUCHER and I will send one to you. Mention ARTIST ALFIE in your e-mail. There are very limited quantities to send that e-mail now.

This is an opportunity to become a regular reviewer and get free copies of all future audiobooks from the Jim Masters stable. Do it now.

THis is adult material so please only apply if you are 18 or older.

good listening

Jim Masters

Hit and Run No Escape

Hi My Lovely Readers and Listeners

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! The stories I started writing in December are beginning to seep through onto Amazon, Audiobooks and Kindle. It is so rewarding to see sales in the first few days of publication.

I have some promotions coming up and something new. I will be offering a signed copy of a book every month in a simple competition. I will sign your copy and send it to you by post. So watch out.

Now for my new book Hit and Run  No Escape which I both wrote and narrated. I hope you like my narration as much as I enjoy reading. When it's my own book I feel see the characters and speak from their hearts and minds. 

Here are the opening words to get you thinking. Enjoy:

Jack felt the crunch as if it was him . . . but it wasn’t. He ran across the road to see what had happened as a white van speed off, a white van with one red rear door , like it was a replacement, but he didn’t get the number,  it had gone too fast. He saw a girl laying there, her body in a distressed position, legs askew, blood trickling down her face. She looked in a bad way.

   Jack fumbled in his pocket and found his mobile. Dialling 999 he looked around for help. But there was none, and the driver and his van had disappeared. It was 9 at night and heavy rain splashed into the gutter. Jack was on his way home after a busy day and could do without this.

   “Ambulance please” he spoke abruptly into the phone. “A girl, run over, looks bad, bleeding heavily. Just in Stephenson Lane. You can’t miss us. Please hurry she looks in a bad way.”

   “Yes. She is breathing and I’m trying to stop the bleeding but I don’t really know what to do. It’s pouring with rain and I’ve got nothing to cover her with except for my jacket and that’s not protecting her.” His words trailed off. The operator spoke to him an, assured him. Gave some simple instructions and words of encouragement.

   Jack kept talking to the girl but she was unconscious and he knew this could mean big problems. Then he heard the welcoming sound.

I live in the UK and so all the places, expressions and descriptions are in English and the audiobook is read with my British accent. So for some of you this might be a different experience. 

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Meanwhile, any comments you might care to make are most gratefully received, together with any ideas and plots for future stories. Should I choose your idea and I convert it into one of my short stories, then I will dedicate the book to you. Remember my stories usually run for around 30 minutes so keep it simple.

Good listening and reading



Jim Masters