We all enjoy receiving nice post right?
I love it. I’m a bit like a kid when it comes to deliveries and post. OK- so it’s often bills or really dull stuff- but it might not be! It might be an unexpected gift- a book you’d ordered and forgotten about, a bunch of flowers, a treat for the kids, or a letter from a friend (you remember real letters right?!)
You could say then, that I have the perfect job. (Apart from writing erotic of course!) I spend 15 hours of my week sorting out admin for a company several hundred miles away. As a consequence, much work gets delivered to my home and then, once I’ve completed it, gets sent back again. Therefore, I need stationery, printer ink, and all the other bits and bobs you’d associate with an office job, delivered several times a week.
I’ve been doing this job for twelve years now, from various locations all across the UK, so as you can imagine, I’ve got to know the boys that deliver my materials pretty well- and yes, I do think of them as friends. They are kind, generous, work darn hard, and are very- well – I think the word imaginative covers it!!
It seemed natural then, when I was contemplating a new novella a few years ago, that I should have it feature someone from the profession I knew so well. Only seconds later, John the kinky courier was born…
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…
So- I get paper, folders, ink and work delivered, and when they have time, the drivers deliver the odd story idea as we chat on my doorstep!
Lucky Jenny however gets a very different type of delivery…
If you’d like to read more of Jenny’s adventures, as she struggles to accept that she is thinking way too much about a bloke far from her usual type, then you can buy Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man from-