Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Nice Girls Do It (the Hunter series)

I'm excited about recently self-pubbing the second story in my Hunter series: "Nice Girls Do It."

A stormy day and Chloe gets caught in the rain until a mysterious stranger who calls himself “the Hunter” offers her shelter in his old Victorian mansion.

Will she lose her virginity before morning comes?

Here is a sexy excerpt:

“This beautiful vase reminds me of a story I heard in London about a gentleman and a virgin,” said the Hunter, holding the ovular vase painted with pretty blooms and fancy chinoiserie. The bright gold leaf around the rim caught the light from the fire, mesmerizing her.

What was on his mind?

“Smoking a big cigar,” he continued, “the British lord insisted to the proprietor of a posh shop on Bond Street that a virgin was like a vase.”

“How intriguing,” she said, interested. The metaphor was obvious, but coming from the Hunter she expected his take would be unique.

And sexy.

She wasn’t disappointed.

“Puffing on his cigar, the gentleman expressed his desire to acquire the vase for his collection.” He looked her straight in the eye as he slid his fingers up and down the vase from top to bottom with an experienced touch. She took an unexpected delight in watching him caress the vase like he would a woman.

I wish he’d touch me like that, find his way inside me and do all kinds of wonderful things to me.
“Admiring her lovely shape,” he said with a wink, “the gentleman flicked his cigar ashes into the vase when no one was looking.”

Just like a man. Taking advantage of that poor, defenseless vase.

“He purchased the precious objet d'art and took her home. Then,” said the Hunter, “in the privacy of his bedroom, he thrust his big cigar into her.”

No!” Chloe tensed as she heard a strangled sound and realized it was her own voice. A punch to her gut, but she was also strangely aroused by his dark, sensual tale.

“Shall I stop?” he asked, concerned.

“Go on…please,” she whispered, wrapping her hands around his holding the vase. He smiled, then slipped his hand under her kimono. He parted her thighs and slowly stroked her bare skin. Her pussy tingled when he pressed his hand between her thighs then stopped, waiting—

She sighed with pleasure as her senses filled with the closeness of him.

What would he do next? What she wanted him to do…if she had the courage.

“The man attempted to be gentle,” he said, opening her lower lips and exploring her with an experienced touch and making her moan. “But the vase cracked.”

Oh…” was all Chloe said. She couldn’t speak, didn’t want to as he turned her around and he cupped her pussy from behind, then slid his thumb up into her.

She gasped, stiffening as the pure joy of his touch sent a delicious burning through her.

“Afterward the broken vase was no longer precious to him,” said the Hunter, his voice husky, his thumb finding her clit and stroking it. “But relegated to sitting on a shelf.”

He wiggled another finger inside her, making her clench her pubes together in a lovely contraction.

Oh yes! Her fragrant scent wafted to her nostrils.

“She was no longer a virgin,” he said.

But she was, Chloe thought, and he knew it. He was feeling her up to make sure.

“Why are you telling me this?” she managed to say, lifting up her behind to give him greater access to her.

“Such men call themselves gentlemen, Chloe, but it’s not a very pleasing proposition for the lady.” He removed his fingers, then sniffed them. A pleased smile lit up his face. “Such is not the way in Japan.”

She closed her legs, her lower groin full and heavy with desire. It had been so long since she felt like this, why stop now?

Did she want to remain a virgin for the rest of her life?

Or worse yet, what if she got herself into a situation where her emotions were running high and she fucked a guy in the backseat of a car or in a hotel room then regretted it later.

Why not make love now with this handsome stranger who was as mystical as he was appealing?

“You know another way for a girl to lose her virginity?” Chloe asked.

“Yes,” he said, his voice low. “An elegant and exquisite ritual practiced by the geisha.”

“I thought geisha didn’t sleep with their customers,” she said, toying with the long, silk kimono. She took a deep breath and leaned forward, eager to hear more.

“They don’t,” the Hunter admitted, “which is why their virginity was a prized commodity and often auctioned off to the highest bidder.”

Chloe’s eyes widened. She imagined she was a beautiful geisha with long black hair trailing down her back to her knees, trembling as she stood before the men in the tea house. Her flaming red silk kimono open and exposing her slender nude body for their inspection.

“Tell me more,” she pleaded. She wasn’t afraid. The Hunter exhibited a protectiveness toward her that made her feel safe.

“If you insist,” he said with a wide smile.

“I do.”

“A more civilized deflowering ceremony is performed in Japan,” he said, “where the new vase or virgin doesn’t undergo the pain of penetration by an overzealous husband or lover.” The Hunter slid the kimono off her shoulders. She moaned in pleasure when he lifted her breasts to his mouth, licking one nipple than the other. “Rather, the ritual is performed by a complete stranger.”

Chloe bit down on her lower lip, her mind reeling with wild imaginings. “Show me.”


I hope you enjoyed it!  "Nice Girls Do It" was a launch story for -- a new website for erotic books and short stories with links to buy books. 

Buy links from my Nice Girls Do It page at

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 I have a question for everyone: Nice Girls Do It is priced at 99 cents.

Do you think 99 cents is the right price for an erotic short story just under 7,000 words? Should it cost less? I'm trying to figure out the right price point and would love to have your opinions. Thank you!


Wynter Daniels said...

I think 99 cents is the perfect price point for a short. And sometimes a cigar is just a cigar - sometimes it's not;-)
Love the excerpt!

Jina Bacarr said...

Thanks for your thoughts, Wynter, re: 99 cents. I also include excerpts to two other stories to give the reader more bang for their buck!

Glad you enjoyed the excerpt.

Callie Croix said...

Awesome! I think it's a great idea for you to put out some self-pubbed works. Being diversified in today's publishing market just makes all kinds of sense, and the price point you're at will attract a new readership for you. (Just my opinion!)

BTW, a grade one student came up to me during my most recent shift in the library at my kids' school (um, a Catholic school. OMG, if they only knew what I wrote!!!) to check out a book on the Titanic. As I checked it out I told him it was the 100th anniversary of the sinking this April.

Rather than be surprised, the kid looked at me and said, "I know. My great grandfather was on the ship."

My mouth fell open. "For real? What was his name."

"Jack Dawson."

I kid you not, Jina. That was his name.

Of course I made a point of telling his teacher and the librarian, and they're going to do a presentation to the whole school about the Titanic, plus the student will talk about his great grandfather. Isn't that cool? Thought you'd be interested to know :)

Jina Bacarr said...

Thanks, Callie, re: your self-pubbed comment. After writing more than 125,000 words on Titanic Rhapsody (a romance, not erotic), it's been fun to write erotic shorts under 7,000 words. I have another one in the works coming out soon: Circus Queen Murders.

Re: your Titanic story: very cool about student at your school. I imagine he's related to J. Dawson who worked in the boiler rooms and is buried in Halifax. Acc. to research, his name was actually Joseph Dawson (some experts thought James) and he was 23 years old from Dublin.