Archive for August 8th, 2019

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Keys to My Heart”!

August 8, 2019

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Girl Talk”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Keys to My Heart” (MC MF MD)!

Tabby’s got a new temp assignment, helping take dictation for an author who’s recently injured his arm. Unfortunately, the agency didn’t tell her exactly what this particular author wrote. She’s open minded, but is that really an asset when she’s taking down the words of a specialist in hypnokinky erotica? Here’s a taste:

Tabby couldn’t help snorting with laughter. The little novelty lamp looked like it came straight out of a bad 80s movie, with green and red and blue and purple lights shifting and shimmering under the white plastic. Tabby could easily imagine some guy with a fake beard and cheesy wizard robes staring at it, pretending he was divining the mystic secrets of the universe. “Got it. So lights on means dictating, lights off means talking. Right?”

“Exactly,” Mr. Hong nodded, before realizing he hadn’t switched the lamp off. “Um, exactly,” he repeated after hitting the button on the remote control again. “Don’t type that bit, we haven’t started yet. Oh, um, speaking of…” He pursed his lips for a moment, a slight blush forming beneath his tan cheeks. “Did anyone tell you, um… what I write?”

Tabby furrowed her brow in confusion, looking back and forth between Mr. Hong and the computer screen. “No?” she replied, bewilderment turning her answer into a question. “Why, is it… like, some kind of gory horror novels or something?” She wouldn’t really mind if it was–Tabby had a weakness for cheesy old horror paperbacks from the 80s, the kind with the foil covers and the cut-out windows that you had to scour old bookstores to find. But something was embarrassing the hell out of Mr. Hong, and nobody got that shy about writing unless it was horror or porn.

“It’s porn,” Mr. Hong said. “I write specialized fetish erotica and publish online. I’m very sorry, I thought the agency told you… I told them, make sure whoever it is has an open mind, don’t send me some little old lady who gets all mad if I say the word ‘fuck’, she’ll probably jump right out the window and I can’t afford to pay her medical bills, but…” He sighed. “If it bothers you, go ahead and go. I’ll tell the temp agency they fucked up.”

Hope you enjoy it!