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It’s been a hard day at work so why not treat yourself to a nice relaxing read to help you wind down for the evening.

There’s still time to download Watching Football With Friends for only $.99 before tonight’s Champions League matches start…

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Watching Football With Friends Excerpt

Watching Football with Friends

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If you haven’t got your copy yet here is the blurb and a taster to whet the appetite.

Jen wakes up to an invitation text from Oliver asking her to bring beer and pizza to his house that night to watch the football match. She is excited about catching up with her friend and seeing in the start of the new football season.

Lying on the sofa together watching the match, drinking cold beer, eating pizza and catching up with a friend, what could be better than that?

She could never have known how the night would end or that they were about to begin a sexual journey that would make them both challenge their feelings for each other. Will they take the chance to make things work between them or will it ruin their friendship forever?

“Fuck, now you’re mine.” He says turning me onto my back, lifting my legs up onto his shoulders and grabbing at my breasts, pulling my nipples.

“Fuck you feel so good. I don’t want to stop.” He says building a hard, deep rhythm inside me.

All I can do is moan, my mind lost, my eyes never leaving his. The sound of his moans and heavy breathing, the roughness of him inside me, my breasts bouncing and the sound of him sliding in and out of me, his balls slapping against me reaching parts of me that I’ve never felt before.

We both cum loudly screaming each other’s names as the teams walk out onto the pitch for the second half.

He doesn’t move still kneeling in front of me, maintaining eye contact. His throbbing cock still inside me as I continue to experience waves of pleasure as he rubs my clit. My whole body is tingling with sensations I never felt before, my legs are shaking and my mind is a blur.

He looks so perfect with his messy dark hair, toned body and those beautiful hazel eyes I could get lost in.

As the whistle blows for the second half he sits me up and pulls me onto his lap sitting us back to chest so we can both watch the match.

“Let’s hope the second half is as good as the first.” He whispers in my ear.

“I’ve never experienced a half of football like it.” I say picking up my glass of beer from the table and drinking it down as he finishes his can.

I lean forward to grab some more beer when he says “Don’t move, that is the most perfect view I’ve ever seen. I want to bury my fat cock deep inside you” sliding his now semi-erect cock inside me, playfully parting my sticky pussy with the fat head a few times before sliding all the way inside.

I pass him a beer, still leaning forward as he grabs my hips and thrusts into me at his own pace once more. This time he lifts my shirt and pours cold beer down my back. I feel it slide down my spine and over my arse as I feel his tongue lick my skin.

He pulls my hair back so I am once again back to chest and buries his tongue deep in my mouth whilst rubbing my clit with his big hands.

I look up to see Drogba and Torres run towards the goal and score the first goal of the season. I’m not even sure which one scored. I’m too busy scoring my second orgasm of the night in our mutual excitement.

Once we relieve ourselves the second time, he pulls out of me and I sit in his lap to watch the rest of the match, Chelsea wining the game 1 – 0, our score 2 – 2 in the orgasm stakes.

Neither of us knew what to do after the match.

I stayed sitting on his lap, both of us half naked, drinking beer and chatting. I wanted to have sex with him again but I don’t want to ruin the moment by suggesting it.

We talk about the match as he begins to touch my breasts again. I want him so badly, knowing this time we can focus on us and not the football.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He says looking me in the eye whilst cupping my breast through my shirt and running his thick finger cross my erect plump nipple.

“Yes.” I moan in his ear.

He helps me stand and takes my hand, leading me upstairs into his bedroom. I’ve never been in there before, it’s much nicer than I’d expected.

The units are all white and the bed had been freshly made with blue sheets and bedspread. I wonder if it is always this clean and tidy or if he’d hoped the night would end this way.

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I received my first 5 star review on Smashwords:

Review by: Vividman on Aug. 30, 2014 :
This book tastefully and pleasingly covers many a man’s dreams of sex, beer, and pizza with a beautiful partner. This is my first time reading this author and I look forward to reading more.

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Watching Football With Friends

Watching Football with FriendsYou can now download Watching Football With Friends on Smashwords or Kobo

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Watching Football With Friends

I posted my first book on Smashwords today, it will be coming to other online retailers soon.

Watching Football With Friends

Jen wakes up to an invitation text from Oliver asking her to bring beer and pizza to his house that night to watch the football match. She is excited about catching up with her friend and seeing in the start of the new football season.

Lying on the sofa together watching the match, drinking cold beer, eating pizza and catching up with a friend, what could be better than that?

She could never have known how the night would end or that they were about to begin a sexual journey that would make them both challenge their feelings for each other. Will they take the chance to make things work between them or will it ruin their friendship forever?

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Here’s a little taster segment:

We eat the pizza quickly; watch the last of the pre-game build up and the teams warming up on the pitch. We talk animatedly about the team line up, new signings and our hopes for the season ahead, before settling in for the start of the match.

Oliver starts singing football songs to build the atmosphere and I join in, both of us standing to clap the players onto the pitch from the tunnel. We sit down as the whistle blows and shout ‘Come on the Chels!’ at the TV.

About 15 minutes in the floor begins to get uncomfortable and I start fidgeting. “Oi fidget bum, come and sit up here with me. The sofa is nice and comfy.” Oliver says patting the space next to him as he’s laid out on the sofa.

We’ve never snuggled together before but I’m comfortable around him so I don’t think twice. He pulls a spare cushion out from under his legs so I can rest my head and gently rests his hand on my hip as we continue to watch the match.

He was right; it was much more comfortable than sitting on the hard floor.

Both of us are jumping around, shouting at the TV and getting animated by the refereeing decisions and football action when I noticed Oliver had become aroused. I could feel he was trying to lean back from me but I couldn’t resist maintaining the contact between us.

I moved my hips back to make contact with him as he slid his hand under my shirt, pulling the bra strap off my shoulder and down my arm. Neither of us said a word, we continued to be focussed on the football as he slid my shirt up over my breast and pulled it out of my bra cup revealing my rather large asset and plump nipple.

“Fuck you have perfect nipples.” He said looking down as there was a break in play.

He poured cold beer onto my breast and licked it off, sucking hard on my nipple. The sensation of the cold beer, his warm breath and the wetness of his mouth arouses me beyond belief and I began to grind my hips against his erection.

Play resumes and he continues to watch the football. This time sliding his hands in between my legs and rubbing against my groin as I began to moan.

“That’s it; if you’re going to moan like that you leave me no choice.” He says roughly pulling my jeans down to reveal my lucky blue lace thong. “Fuck that arse is amazing.” He says slapping my bare cheek and making me squeal and jump as I feel him moving behind me.

In one motion he pulls aside my thong and thrusts inside me filling me up with his impressive cock.

I moan in delight as he thrusts deeply but slowly into me as we watch the football. As the momentum builds on the pitch so does his. His hands playing with my breasts or rubbing against my clit, our focus on the football and shouting at the TV.

I am in heaven. Beer, football, pizza and sex with a friend, what’s not to like?