Banging Rebecca is a dirty rock and roll story about a girl, a band, and a wicked desire. The 21 pp novella is filled with the type of kink that Alison Tyler fans love best: bondage, spanking, exhibitionism, and hardcore s-e-x!
Let’s start with a bang, an excerpt from Banging Rebecca, that is. Pay attention. There will be a test.
While most of the girls in the crowd oohed over Derrick Jacobsen, the feline lead singer with the mane of white hair, I had been captivated by Sean. He wore a sleeveless chrome-gray tee-shirt, and the muscles in his arms flexed and danced when he beat the skins. He was a man possessed, eyes glazed, body moving as he kept the band on track. Yet apparently, he’d felt me watching him, had seen me through his tangled mess of caramel curls.
That night, he tore down my midnight shorts and stared impatiently until I stepped forward—leaving a tiny ripple of black satin on the gravel-strewn ground. I was wearing thigh-high fencenet stockings and no panties, and he hesitated only long enough to bend to his knees on the pavement and lick my clit. His face burrowed into me, and I gripped onto his ripped shoulders—my fingers slipping on his bare skin—and sighed. Although the urge was there, I didn’t toss my back head or close my eyes. I wanted to see everything, wanted to watch as he parted my nether lips with his thumbs and went in tight for those dreamy circles around and around my clit.
“Fucking god,” I hissed.
We were in a groove right from the very start, no stammering, no struggling. But when he sensed my impending climax, he stood up, lifted me up in those steady arms of his, pinned me against the brick wall, and slammed inside of me.
I cried out at the first thrust of his cock, driving hard and fast into my pussy.
“You like that.”
One of the questions I get asked the most is this: How much of what you write is truth, and how much is fiction? Some authors become incensed at this query. Do you ask a mystery writer how many victims he’s dispatched? A horror writer if she has a monster in her closet? But I understand the titillating thrill of being an erotic writer, so I will crack open my diary and share a bit of truth.
In the above scene, there is something I have rarely done in real life. Wanna read it again? Do you want to try and guess?
Okay, here’s the big (or rather, small) reveal: I own only one pair of shorts. No, really. I don’t like shorts. I’ve never liked shorts. I have a pair of button-fly cut-offs that are perfect in every way, and aside from that—me and shorts, we don’t play well together. I prefer abbreviated skirts, the ones that hug, the ones you can pull up a little for that extra slutty flavor or pull down to turn into a kinky secretary’s best asset. I know. You really were hoping I would have those black satin short-shorts in my drawer, but I don’t.
As for the rest? Well, yeah. I’ve done that.
Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express and “a hell of a writer” by Violet Blue, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. Her sultry short stories have appeared in more than 100 anthologies. She is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love, and the editor of more than 75 explicit anthologies. Visit alisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.
Thanks Alison for visiting the blog today! That was super smokin hot and I can’t wait to read it! Now I’m going for those ice cubes…