Hello my name is Author T. L. Hayes and I am an erotica writer. I first fell in love with writing when I fell in love with boys. I used to have my Mom buy me journals and diaries when I was a young girl. I would hurry home from school each day to write about all the cute boys I saw. Secretly, I wrote sexy little erotic letters and poems. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized how much dedication, passion and creativity I had put into my writing. As I quickly gained more confidence in my writing skills, I knew without a doubt it was time to start writing books. Over the years I acquired hundreds of stories and that is how my interest in getting my work published and out in front of the world came about. I absolutely love writing erotica, it comes so natural and easy for me.
Five fun facts about Author T. L. Hayes
- I would get really excited and horny after I’d finish writing a chapter.
- I literally had to take a vacation from my day job to focus on completing Volume 1 by my deadline.
- I kept the fact that I was writing a book a secret up until a week before publishing. I posted a spoiler on Facebook and shocked everyone.
- I would sometimes be taking a shower, walking down the street, eating dinner or driving somewhere and an idea would pop into my head, no matter where I was I had to grab my phone and record my thoughts because I could never remember them later.
- When writing Kinky Tales Volume 1, I originally had about 50 short stories for this particular book. I nearly broke out in tears when I realized that I had to narrow down the stories for my first book. It wasn’t until the lightbulb in my head went off I realized that I could just write two more volumes.
Excerpt: A Meeting In The Ladies’ Room
It was Thursday, ladies’ night at Club Illusion. Every Thursday after work, my coworker Alisha and I walk across the street to the club to have drinks and mingle with other coworkers. We all needed to unwind and enjoy a good stiff drink after a hectic day of dealing with our boss from hell, Sarah Lambert. She was the worst boss that anyone could ever have. She was mean, evil, and most of all, she was a wicked, cold-hearted bitch. Today was one of those days that I could have just jumped on top of my desk, lifted my skirt, and told the entire office to kiss my ass right before quitting.
It all started first thing this morning when I arrived to work. I went into my office and saw that I had a Post-it note on my computer screen. It said to meet Sarah in the conference room upon my arrival. I set my belongings down on my desk and proceeded to the conference room, where I waited for Sarah to arrive. Fifteen minutes passed. Being that she was late and I had a million things to do this morning, I immediately became irritated. She finally arrived after another fifteen minutes. As usual, she had a mean scowl on her face. She sat down at the table across from me, folding her hands and crossing her fingers together. I felt like I was in the hot seat.
She proceeded to tell me that she wanted me to fire an employee for her because she suspected that the lady was fucking her husband. She told me that if I didn’t do as I was told, then I would be fired in place of her.
“Who is it?” I had asked, glaring at her.
She paused for a beat before she said, “Alisha.”
When I heard the name, I almost fell out of my chair. I was in total shock. Alisha was my best friend. We were hired on together at the Lambert Real Estate Firm over five years ago, and we have been best friends ever since. We were like Thelma and Louise. There was no way in the world that I could fire her, business or not. To me, this was way too personal. On top of all that, Alisha always told me everything that went on in her life, so I was flabbergasted that she hadn’t told me that she was fucking our boss’s husband. Tonight, I planned to get to the bottom of this and find out exactly what was going on. The deadline Sarah gave me to execute her dirty work was first thing Friday morning. Being that it was already Thursday, I had very little time to come up with a strategic game plan and finagle my way out of this nonsense.
Five o’clock came around, and the day was finally over. I managed to make it through the rest of the day knowing that tomorrow, I could potentially be firing my best friend. I was torn. A part of me wanted to fire Alisha so that I wouldn’t lose my job, another part of me wanted to turn in my resignation and be done with it all. To avoid running into Sarah, I rushed out before she left.
Alisha left the office after I did, so I met her over at Club Illusion. The club was packed, and we were ready to let loose. We saw our coworkers, Lucky and Raul, standing at the bar waiting for us. They usually meet up and hang out with us at the club on ladies’ night. They go to the club every Thursday for the same reason we do, to numb themselves with alcohol after dealing with our evil boss all day. We joined them at the bar for some drinks. We finished up the first round of shots, then Raul shouted, “The next round is on me!”
We all ordered double shots of Patron then hoisted our glasses up in the air for a toast. I yelled out, “To the boss from hell!”
They all repeated, “To the boss from hell!”
We all laughed as we clinked our glasses together and took our shots to the head. It felt really good to finally be able to relax and put this stressful day behind us. We laughed, we danced, and we enjoyed several more drinks, having a good old time. The DJ announced that it was last call for alcohol. We all ordered one last drink and were ready to call it a night. Alisha wanted to take a quick restroom break before we hit the road. We had left our cars at work and planned to catch a cab home because we both knew that we would be too intoxicated to drive. She gulped down the rest of her Long Island iced tea and said, “I will be right back, girl.”
I watched her head towards the ladies’ room then called for a cab as I waited at the bar for her to return. Lucky and Raul were standing at the other end of the bar, fraternizing with some ladies. They always stayed behind and waited for us just to make sure we made it to the cab safely.
I glanced over at Raul, watching his every move. He was the definition of fine. I could just stare at him all day long. He was this gorgeous Blaxican man with the smoothest, caramel-colored skin. He looked as if you could pour him into a wine glass and sip on him nice and slow. He had short, black curly hair and thick jet-black eyebrows. His mustache and goatee were always trimmed to perfection, and his body would make any woman drop her panties for him right on the spot. To me, he resembled a chiseled ice sculpture that was carved to perfection. I began to reminisce about how we used to fuck, back in our college days. I would sneak into his dorm room after curfew and give him some celebratory head after a football game victory. He was athletic from all angles, from the football field to the bedroom.
I quickly snapped out of my daydream and glanced down at my watch, realizing that at least twenty minutes had passed since Alisha went to the ladies’ room. I was getting worried. Either she was passed out on the bathroom floor from drinking way too many Long Island iced teas, or she fell asleep drunk in one of the stalls. It was getting late, and I was ready to go home. I went over to the other end of the bar to say goodbye to Raul and Lucky. I gave Raul a hug but didn’t see Lucky anywhere. He must have stepped outside with one of the chicks he was talking to earlier.
“You don’t have to wait for us,” I told Raul. “Alisha seems to be taking all night in the restroom.”
He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “Alright, London. Just make sure you text me when you’ve made it home safely.”
We parted ways, and I headed towards the ladies’ room to check on Alisha. When I walked in, it was pretty much empty. I bent down to look under the stalls and saw her shoes. There was also another pair of high-heel shoes in the stall next to hers. I proceeded to walk over to the stall she was in and knocked on the door. “Alisha, girl, are you ok in there?”
“Yes, be out in just a minute!” It was strange, because she sounded a little out of breath.
“I just wanted to make sure that you were ok,” I called back. “I will be outside waiting for you.” I stepped out into the hallway. Another five minutes passed, and I was growing impatient at this point. I was tipsy, tired as hell, and ready to go home and get some sleep. I decided to go back into the bathroom and drag her ass out. I knocked on the door again, but this time there was no answer, so I opened the stall door.
I could not believe what I was seeing. My eyes almost popped out of my eye sockets. I saw Alisha, her shirt open and breasts exposed, bent over with her ass up against the wall, fucking a glory hole.
What woman wants to settle for dull, routine sex when she can take matters into her own hands and cross over to the world of kink?
In this kink-driven collection from T.L. Hayes, the authoress of hardcore allure takes you on an erotic roller coaster ride as she taps into the minds of some of the freakiest and kinkiest women around. This erotic collection includes twelve freaky tales of love, lust, and wanton women turning their deepest and darkest sexual fantasies into reality. These women are smart, sexy, independent, and will settle for nothing less than mind-blowing trysts that leave them wet and dripping with satisfaction.
There are tales for every taste and fetish level. From taking on a UFC fighter in his fast car, making waves with an international reggae star in his tour bus, entertaining twin brothers in the hot tub, sweaty lovin’ on the stripper stage, naughty encounters in the club, horny girls on first-class flights, love in an elevator, to mystery sex and glory holes, wife swapping, and the simple raw pleasure of seducing the maintenance man with a single popsicle—these women know what they want, and they know how to dominate their men into just the right position.
Sexual freaks from all walks of life are painted in all shades of kink in this salacious collection. Read to the last page, because you won’t want to miss a single twist in this scorching-hot book that’ll leave you begging for Volume 2!
About the Author:
T. L. Hayes is an author, publisher and the CEO of Erotica City Publishing. She discovered her unique and talented gift of writing in her late teenage years, when she became a passionate and creative writer of all things erotica. She spent many years ghostwriting newsletters, articles, short erotic stories, and erotic poems before deciding to branch out on her own and showcase her talent to the world.
With a career in real estate, she worked as a property manager for eight years before deciding it was time to fulfill her dream of becoming a published author.
She is also the co-owner of Niecy & Co Inc., were she oversees and coordinates the planning of fashion shows, hair shows, and professional photo shoots. With an extensive background in marketing and advertising, she is a force to be reckoned with.
T.L. Hayes resides in Ohio, where she enjoys spending all of her free time with her two beautiful children and her loving, caring, close-knit family. She is currently working on Kinky Tales Volume 2.
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