BBW. Pretty. Sexy. Fun. Ready
Hi - I'm Chrissy Jones: a ghost writer who will shortly publish an erotic memoir of a newly single forty something which will be an accurate reflection of his experiences with the FWB's scene.
Ahead of publication I would like to share a series of excerpts for your enjoyment and any comments you would like to make.
Just drop me a quick reply and i'll send you the first excerpt which starts with:
Fuck me, I've hit the jackpot.
She stood at her open door, a gentle light behind her. I took her in as I ended the call guiding me there. A jolt of electricity surged through my whole body. She was tall, five feet eight at a guess, and looked taller in those high heels. She was slim, with gentle curves and a small waist. Her hair was dark, long and very straight, emphasising her figure. She was wearing a red figure hugging body tube with black stockings and heels. She looked exactly like a girl working the streets. While we were chatting online just before I left my flat, I had described that look as one which really did it for me. She was dressed just as we had discussed. I stepped from the car into the still night. The neighbouring terraced houses were all in darkness.
She was smoking. As I took the few steps across the uneven paving slabs which passed for a garden she took a long drag, looked me directly in the eyes, smiled, threw the butt past me as I closed in on her and turned into her hallway. I closed the door gently behind us. In the dim light my peripheral vision noticed the contrast between the dark hair half way down her back and the pillar box red body tube. But my eyes were fixed on her arse. Yes -- I had hit the jackpot. As she strutted the few steps to the living room, her body tube emphasised the curve of her hips and her beautifully padded arse. My cock stirred immediately.