Hi, below is an excerpt from a new book we just published. It's called A Real Bad Bitch and it's the first one in the new series The Kinky Tales of Gia M.
Gia M. is real. She is dominant, beautiful and sexy as hell. She is also a friend of ours and agreed to us building a new series of books around her. Every book will have plenty of kinky stuff in it and there will always be room for cuckolding of course. By the way, the woman on the cover of the book is Gia. Quite sexy, right?
For the ones who are interested in seeing more of her, here's where she can be found:
https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/129787/22300427/sweet-and-seductive-cuckold-confession
https://www.niteflirt.com/listings/show/9502293--Isolation-JOI-
An excerpt of the first book:
Even at a young age Gia had known she wasn’t like the other girls at school. Playing with dolls bored her and she was hardly ever intimidated by the boys, no matter how loud or obnoxious they were. She had three brothers, two older, one younger, so maybe that’s why she wasn’t afraid of the little punks in the playground. Often it was the opposite even, the boys wary of her. Scared of her older brothers at first, but once they got to know her it was probably her ruthless mouth that frightened them most. A few words was all she needed, even back then, to make the biggest shithead run for the hills.
Now she was in her thirties and recently divorced from Steve with whom she was married for twelve years. Steve was a guy who hadn’t let her walk over him, someone who had stood his ground when their characters clashed. The kind of man she needed, the kind who kept her awake instead of boring her to death. In the end the marriage hadn’t lasted though, not because they didn’t get along anymore, but because their lives had simply drifted apart. Steve spending most of his time in New York City while she stayed down in Florida. A busy man he was, Steve. Very successful at the stock market too, which was why after the divorce Gia was financially independent. An amicable divorce it had been, thank God. It took them exactly one conversation to work it all out. Steve was going to stay up north in the penthouse in Manhattan, while she kept the villa in Orlando and a couple of million bucks.
She’d been lucky, she knew it, but even with all that money and a house with a pool she had begun to feel restless after the divorce. In need of a bigger change somehow. Her friends had said: ‘A change? What kind of change? What are you talking about? Don’t you have it all now? Money and freedom, what more can you want?’
She hadn’t known exactly what she needed, but one morning she woke up and decided there and then to pack a bag and drive out west, maybe to New Orleans, maybe further, all the way to California even. Why not? She loved driving her BMW i8 and had plenty of time and money.
In the end she never got to California and not even to New Orleans. No, she had made a stop in Pensacola, liked the beaches there and decided to stay for a while.
Now she had been here almost three months. She could see herself stay longer too. The town was not too big and the beaches were great. She’d made some friends as well, not yet at the same level as the friendships back in Orlando, but getting there. Every time they met up they confided in each other a bit more. Just the other day Gia told one of them, a woman called Tara, about her cam work. She hadn’t gone into detail yet, leaving it at just a dirty, little hobby for now. Tara had thought it was great, hadn’t judged her at all, so who knows, maybe next time she’d elaborate a bit and tell her it was more than just showing her tits to drooling little perverts. Tell her it was about bullying them too, making them submit to her will. She’d laugh about it at first, see what Tara’s reaction would be. Then, if she was still okay with it, she might tell her it wasn’t about the money, this cam work. Yes, those guys paid her for phone calls, bought her videos too, and that was okay with her of course. However, if she were to open up completely to her new friend she would tell her that she liked bullying these men. It gave her a thrill to overpower them and make them do what she wanted them to. Successful men most of the time, rich and handsome guys who would sometimes enter the call thinking they could handle her, only to hang up twenty minutes later with their pants on their ankles, eyes shifty and unable to meet hers. So yeah, this cam work was more than just a hobby to her. It was the perfect outlet for a part of her character that she herself liked to call ‘the Bitch inside of me’. With a capital B of course.
That was another thing she wouldn’t tell Tara yet. Let her find out over time, just like her best friends back in Orlando had slowly begun to realize: the fact that Gia could be nice and even sweet sometimes, but basically, at her core, she was a Real Bad Bitch. Eventually it had become her badge of honor there, what she was known for among her friends. Steve, a strong personality too, had immediately adopted her nickname as well.
Surely it wouldn’t take long for the people in Pensacola to discover that side of her, but for now she was playing nice. Still making herself at home here, getting to know people and enjoying the house in Oriole Beach she was renting. Finding a lover wouldn’t be bad either. The problem was, her standards were high. What she needed was more than a handsome face and a good body. She needed a guy with a strong enough character to stand his ground with her. That, and a good cock. There it was again, the inner Bitch. The moment she thought about potential lovers, all men with small or even average weenies could simply piss off. Talking on the phone the other day her friend Deborah, who was back in Orlando, had tried to tell her she might need to let go of that particular requirement. Yes, Steve had had a big one and yes, she had loved it. God knew she understood, but now was maybe not the time to demand the same thing of a future companion.
Gia had said: ‘Deborah, what the fuck you talking about? You know me, right? Two things I hate: weak men and small dicks.’
Deborah had laughed and said she should have known she’d say that.
Once, between her first long term relationship and her ex-husband, she dated a nice guy for a while. It was terrible, the way he’d let her have her way with him. She loved this kind of interaction in her cam work, but in a relationship it was just fucking annoying to have a wimp around the house all the time. In bed it had been even worse. The guy wasn’t too big in the first place, but he was always nervous too. One day he wouldn’t be able to get it up, the next he would cum within thirty seconds. He was a probably a good guy, the caring and providing type, but after a few weeks she’d had no choice but to dump his ass.
Later she’d told Steve about it and how she hadn’t listened to her intuition when she met that guy. The moment she saw him, she said to Steve, she’d known he was sexually not in her league. She always knew, right from the moment she looked a man in the eye. Steve said things weren’t always as black and white, but she’d insisted that they were. Men could be handsome or have a big personality, it didn’t change the fact that she’d know in a heartbeat if they’d be man enough for her in bed. And, she’d said to her husband, most of them just weren’t. She was sure of it.
‘So instead of defending your kind,’ she told him, ‘consider yourself lucky that you are good enough for me.’
She had grabbed his big dick and squeezed it, saying, get it up now so we can go for another round. He had laughed but became hard and ready for her within seconds. 8,5 inch and thick, there for her every single day for more than twelve years.
God, that part had worried her when they decided to get a divorce. Was this the abrupt ending of what they did best? It turned out it worried him too. He had told her when they met over drinks a few months after the divorce, both of them back in town for Thanksgiving. Telling her he was happy in New York, but he sure missed fucking her. An hour later she was on all fours in a bed in the Marriott hotel with her ex-husband behind her, pounding her. At first they had said it was for old times’ sake, but when they discussed it later they decided to keep doing it as long as it felt this good.
That was a couple of months ago. Now it was January. There was a crisp chill in the air, even here in the panhandle. Gia had just done an hour of yoga on the back porch. A daily routine that she loved. Now what though? It was only 11 A.M. She could call Tara and see if she wanted to meet for coffee later. Or maybe stay home and get online to abuse her European pervs for whom it was late afternoon already. Guys about to come home from work, wanting to squeeze in a quick wank before the missus got back as well. Yeah, milk them first and then maybe see her friend in the afternoon.
She went into the kitchen, planning to make herself a cup of coffee, but stepping in a huge puddle instead. A problem with the pipes most likely, so not something she’d be able to solve herself. Best call the landlord right away. It took the man, an older guy by the name of Mr. Williams, a good thirty seconds to pick up. She told him to send a handyman over as soon as possible. The man began to stutter, seemingly overwhelmed by her demand, but in the end he said, yes yes, he’d ring his maintenance man right away.
And here's a link to the book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0874SM1S3
Hope you like it!
Kim
Gia M. is real. She is dominant, beautiful and sexy as hell. She is also a friend of ours and agreed to us building a new series of books around her. Every book will have plenty of kinky stuff in it and there will always be room for cuckolding of course. By the way, the woman on the cover of the book is Gia. Quite sexy, right?
For the ones who are interested in seeing more of her, here's where she can be found:
https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/129787/22300427/sweet-and-seductive-cuckold-confession
https://www.niteflirt.com/listings/show/9502293--Isolation-JOI-
An excerpt of the first book:
Even at a young age Gia had known she wasn’t like the other girls at school. Playing with dolls bored her and she was hardly ever intimidated by the boys, no matter how loud or obnoxious they were. She had three brothers, two older, one younger, so maybe that’s why she wasn’t afraid of the little punks in the playground. Often it was the opposite even, the boys wary of her. Scared of her older brothers at first, but once they got to know her it was probably her ruthless mouth that frightened them most. A few words was all she needed, even back then, to make the biggest shithead run for the hills.
Now she was in her thirties and recently divorced from Steve with whom she was married for twelve years. Steve was a guy who hadn’t let her walk over him, someone who had stood his ground when their characters clashed. The kind of man she needed, the kind who kept her awake instead of boring her to death. In the end the marriage hadn’t lasted though, not because they didn’t get along anymore, but because their lives had simply drifted apart. Steve spending most of his time in New York City while she stayed down in Florida. A busy man he was, Steve. Very successful at the stock market too, which was why after the divorce Gia was financially independent. An amicable divorce it had been, thank God. It took them exactly one conversation to work it all out. Steve was going to stay up north in the penthouse in Manhattan, while she kept the villa in Orlando and a couple of million bucks.
She’d been lucky, she knew it, but even with all that money and a house with a pool she had begun to feel restless after the divorce. In need of a bigger change somehow. Her friends had said: ‘A change? What kind of change? What are you talking about? Don’t you have it all now? Money and freedom, what more can you want?’
She hadn’t known exactly what she needed, but one morning she woke up and decided there and then to pack a bag and drive out west, maybe to New Orleans, maybe further, all the way to California even. Why not? She loved driving her BMW i8 and had plenty of time and money.
In the end she never got to California and not even to New Orleans. No, she had made a stop in Pensacola, liked the beaches there and decided to stay for a while.
Now she had been here almost three months. She could see herself stay longer too. The town was not too big and the beaches were great. She’d made some friends as well, not yet at the same level as the friendships back in Orlando, but getting there. Every time they met up they confided in each other a bit more. Just the other day Gia told one of them, a woman called Tara, about her cam work. She hadn’t gone into detail yet, leaving it at just a dirty, little hobby for now. Tara had thought it was great, hadn’t judged her at all, so who knows, maybe next time she’d elaborate a bit and tell her it was more than just showing her tits to drooling little perverts. Tell her it was about bullying them too, making them submit to her will. She’d laugh about it at first, see what Tara’s reaction would be. Then, if she was still okay with it, she might tell her it wasn’t about the money, this cam work. Yes, those guys paid her for phone calls, bought her videos too, and that was okay with her of course. However, if she were to open up completely to her new friend she would tell her that she liked bullying these men. It gave her a thrill to overpower them and make them do what she wanted them to. Successful men most of the time, rich and handsome guys who would sometimes enter the call thinking they could handle her, only to hang up twenty minutes later with their pants on their ankles, eyes shifty and unable to meet hers. So yeah, this cam work was more than just a hobby to her. It was the perfect outlet for a part of her character that she herself liked to call ‘the Bitch inside of me’. With a capital B of course.
That was another thing she wouldn’t tell Tara yet. Let her find out over time, just like her best friends back in Orlando had slowly begun to realize: the fact that Gia could be nice and even sweet sometimes, but basically, at her core, she was a Real Bad Bitch. Eventually it had become her badge of honor there, what she was known for among her friends. Steve, a strong personality too, had immediately adopted her nickname as well.
Surely it wouldn’t take long for the people in Pensacola to discover that side of her, but for now she was playing nice. Still making herself at home here, getting to know people and enjoying the house in Oriole Beach she was renting. Finding a lover wouldn’t be bad either. The problem was, her standards were high. What she needed was more than a handsome face and a good body. She needed a guy with a strong enough character to stand his ground with her. That, and a good cock. There it was again, the inner Bitch. The moment she thought about potential lovers, all men with small or even average weenies could simply piss off. Talking on the phone the other day her friend Deborah, who was back in Orlando, had tried to tell her she might need to let go of that particular requirement. Yes, Steve had had a big one and yes, she had loved it. God knew she understood, but now was maybe not the time to demand the same thing of a future companion.
Gia had said: ‘Deborah, what the fuck you talking about? You know me, right? Two things I hate: weak men and small dicks.’
Deborah had laughed and said she should have known she’d say that.
Once, between her first long term relationship and her ex-husband, she dated a nice guy for a while. It was terrible, the way he’d let her have her way with him. She loved this kind of interaction in her cam work, but in a relationship it was just fucking annoying to have a wimp around the house all the time. In bed it had been even worse. The guy wasn’t too big in the first place, but he was always nervous too. One day he wouldn’t be able to get it up, the next he would cum within thirty seconds. He was a probably a good guy, the caring and providing type, but after a few weeks she’d had no choice but to dump his ass.
Later she’d told Steve about it and how she hadn’t listened to her intuition when she met that guy. The moment she saw him, she said to Steve, she’d known he was sexually not in her league. She always knew, right from the moment she looked a man in the eye. Steve said things weren’t always as black and white, but she’d insisted that they were. Men could be handsome or have a big personality, it didn’t change the fact that she’d know in a heartbeat if they’d be man enough for her in bed. And, she’d said to her husband, most of them just weren’t. She was sure of it.
‘So instead of defending your kind,’ she told him, ‘consider yourself lucky that you are good enough for me.’
She had grabbed his big dick and squeezed it, saying, get it up now so we can go for another round. He had laughed but became hard and ready for her within seconds. 8,5 inch and thick, there for her every single day for more than twelve years.
God, that part had worried her when they decided to get a divorce. Was this the abrupt ending of what they did best? It turned out it worried him too. He had told her when they met over drinks a few months after the divorce, both of them back in town for Thanksgiving. Telling her he was happy in New York, but he sure missed fucking her. An hour later she was on all fours in a bed in the Marriott hotel with her ex-husband behind her, pounding her. At first they had said it was for old times’ sake, but when they discussed it later they decided to keep doing it as long as it felt this good.
That was a couple of months ago. Now it was January. There was a crisp chill in the air, even here in the panhandle. Gia had just done an hour of yoga on the back porch. A daily routine that she loved. Now what though? It was only 11 A.M. She could call Tara and see if she wanted to meet for coffee later. Or maybe stay home and get online to abuse her European pervs for whom it was late afternoon already. Guys about to come home from work, wanting to squeeze in a quick wank before the missus got back as well. Yeah, milk them first and then maybe see her friend in the afternoon.
She went into the kitchen, planning to make herself a cup of coffee, but stepping in a huge puddle instead. A problem with the pipes most likely, so not something she’d be able to solve herself. Best call the landlord right away. It took the man, an older guy by the name of Mr. Williams, a good thirty seconds to pick up. She told him to send a handyman over as soon as possible. The man began to stutter, seemingly overwhelmed by her demand, but in the end he said, yes yes, he’d ring his maintenance man right away.
And here's a link to the book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0874SM1S3
Hope you like it!
Kim
