Joe Starling is an unapologetic hotshot who is at the top of his game at Perfect Ten escorts. He’s good at what he does and he’s not afraid to admit it. He’s dirty and sexy, and extremely good looking with a good dose of arrogance to solidify his role as top dog. Women tend to fawn all over him, and even though his job is to be just their companion, he sometimes rides that line like a balance beam while trying to avoid the temptation of sleeping with his clients. He’s extremely professional, but temptation has definitely won some of his battles.
This book wasn’t what I was expecting at all, When Joe meets Faith Graham as a new client he is immediately smitten with her, and it’s obvious that his tough exterior will soon be disheveled due to the fact that he can’t get enough of Faith. Faith has some major issues with insecurities about her appearance, and her first glance at Mr. Perfection had her wanting to do a fast sprint towards the hills. Faith isn’t a size two, she’s curvy and voluptuous, and beautiful, but she doesn’t see it that way since she’s been ridiculed by her horrible sisters and mother. So when Joe gives her the googly eyes she’s not only concerned with his intentions, but his mental sanity as well. It doesn’t help that he’s a paid escort, this just adds to her delusion that his actions aren’t real, because he fakes it for a living, giving her the misguided confidence that she’s right.
Joe is so sweet under his Casanova exterior, once he had his mind set on Faith he made it his mission to make her feel worthy of herself and wanted more than anything for her to actually feel like a confident beautiful woman. I loved seeing his transformation as well as Faith’s. They both helped each other get over some hurdles without even realizing it. And I truly believe that is the message that the Author was trying to convey. That it’s ok to be imperfect, and sometimes all you need is that one special person in your life to balance you out.
I love the message behind this story, and to be honest when I started reading I had no idea this was a book about a bigger girl with body issues. I’m so glad I went in blind because it was actually very refreshing and eye opening even to me as a reader, because we all have insecurities about something and I believe this story can open your eyes to the outer world and show you that not everyone sees you the way that you see yourself. And when I was done reading I felt really content and just kind of happy knowing that these things actually do happen in real life, and it’s nice to read a book that makes you feel like that can be true. Perfect Ten was such a nice surprise, full of hot steamy scenes and sweet heartfelt moments that you won’t forget. I really enjoyed this one.
S. E. X.
Say hello to the best three letters of the English alphabet. As I was coming of age, I had as much sex as I possibly could. As a matter of fact, I lost my virginity at the ripe old age of fifteen, only a week after my father died, and to an eighteen-year old senior. After that day, I figured I knew just about everything I needed to know about girls. I mean, hey—an eighteen year old wanted to play with my cock. I figured I’d have the pick of the litter after word of my prowess and my huge cock got around.
Of course, it didn’t quite happen that way. I think I actually got carpal tunnel from jerking off so much. As it turned out, the eighteen year old had only lost a bet. She didn’t want me. She was just the one who lost and had to be a pity fuck for the poor kid whose dad had just died. Whatever the reason, I still fucked her.
Funny thing happened a couple years later, though. I grew about eight inches and then sat back and watched as my shoulders got wider and my muscles became more defined. Six-pack? Nah, I had an eight. And guess what? Girls dug it. But I still couldn’t seem to get the sex thing quite right. Then it hit me. Here I was, a physically great looking specimen of man, but I didn’t know shit about what women wanted in bed. And I didn’t really care as long as I got off. However, word spread about my selfish behavior in the sheets, which didn’t work out so well for me.
My sexcapades weren’t nearly as frequent as I thought they’d be through high school, but near the end, I was learning. I learned to listen to the girls I was with. When I stroked them a certain way and they gasped, I stored that little nugget of information away. And then I hit the mother lode. I tasted my first pussy and, fucking-A, I was hooked. All I wanted in life at that moment was to learn how to conquer that tender little nub that drove girls to grind themselves against my face, calling out my name.
That learning helped me immensely in the next phase of my life.
“That’s it. Fuck, yeah. Just like that.” Christ! Will I ever get sick of getting blown? “Softly now, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, that’s it. That’s perfect.” I watched her lips slide slowly over my dick. I could feel her tongue lick at my balls when she took me in all the way to the hilt. Was there a man alive who didn’t love that?
“I’m gonna come right down your throat. Is that what you want?” She moaned and curled her fingers into my ass confirming what I already knew. She was yet another trophy wife who didn’t get the attention she needed from her wealthy husband. “Ahh, God!” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and moved her head faster, watching her suck me in over and over. “I’m gonna fill your mouth.” I came, thrusting deep into the back of her throat. She gagged on it, and I came some more. When she spit me out, I took my dick in my hand and continued to pump myself until I had nothing left. I was mostly done at that point, but I still had enough left to shoot a couple of hot drops on her parted cosmetically enhanced lips. Lucky girl.
Like I said before, my sex life wasn’t always like this, but it is now. I can pretty much fuck who I want, when I want. Yeah, I’m that good. And no, I’m not humble. If you’re good at something, be proud of it. Own it. Now, before any of you women get up in arms thinking I’m still a selfish piece of shit, who only cares about getting himself off, get the whole story. Talk to one of my dates. They’ll tell you what’s what.
I admit that I might hold their head down on my dick a couple of seconds past pleasant. I might ram into them from behind a bit too hard in the heat of the moment now and then, but ask them how their night was. Besides, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. I haven’t had a complaint yet, and this is why—I don’t come until she does. If I can’t make her come, and come hard, before I do, then I’m not doing it right. So, yeah, I’m that good.
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Nikki Worrell is a country girl from South Jersey who took her love of reading and shifted it into a love of writing. When not at work as a full-charge bookkeeper in Philadelphia, she’s at home writing, reading or simply spending time with her husband of over twenty years. Both she and her husband love animals immensely, which is evident in her writing. If there is any advice she would impart upon you, it is this: Follow your dreams. Always. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s foolish or unattainable. You have but one life to live—live it!
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