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Series: The Kinky Connect Chronicles , Book 1.0
By: Harper Miller | Other books by Harper Miller
Published By: Harper Miller
Published: May 01, 2015
ISBN # HRPMLL0000002
Word Count: 10,653
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Categories: Erotica>BDSM Erotica>Contemporary Erotica>Interracial


Ironic (The Kinky Connect Chronicles) by Harper Miller - Erotica>BDSM eBook

I’ve got a funny story for you. A funny story I need to get off my chest. I can’t share it with any of my friends, so I’m sharing it on a kinky message board full of strangers. Well, it is the Internet. . . .

Although the Internet provides a sense of anonymity, names have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent). Job-related details have been distorted to protect my identity, but despite the ambiguous details, this is a true story. A story very worthy of the acronym FML.

*Disclaimer* This is a short erotic comedy. Not a novelette, novella, or novel, but a short story. Content is intended for a mature audience, 18+.

Ironic is the first installment in The Kinky Connect Chronicles. The Kinky Connect Chronicles are short erotic stories all wrapped up in a neat little bow. No cliffhangers in the lot!
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It’s been a long couple of months, and I am thrilled this latest trial is over. We won, naturally.

I have my life back.

As a junior partner at a law firm in the city, I have spent the past five months as the lead attorney on a class-action lawsuit with a multimillion-dollar payout.

How does a junior partner celebrate a major win? Does she take off on vacation to some exotic location?

Does she go on a ridiculously expensive shopping spree?

Does she get dolled up and head to a Broadway show she’s been dying to see?


Michelle “Mimi” Montgomery stops by Trader Joe’s on her way home from the office and fucking buys herself a bottle of Two Buck Chuck. She also orders a deep-dish pepperoni pizza and then takes a hot bath filled with tons of essential oils before settling in on her couch for an evening with her DVR.

Exciting, right?

Sadly, that’s all I want to do. With the demands of the trial, I haven’t been able to keep up with The Good Wife. Tonight, oh tonight, I’m wrapping my luscious ass in my cashmere robe (which cost scores more than the wine I’m drinking), parking said ass on my couch, and enjoying some long-overdue Mimi time.

I watch three episodes before I pass out. Lame, right? I guess that Two Buck Chuck was more potent than I thought. Plus, I hadn’t exactly been keeping respectable sleep hours.

My eyes don’t open again until nearly midnight. That power nap has me feeling invigorated; my body needed to refresh itself. My body also needs something else. Cock.

I haven’t had sex in ten months. Ten . . . long . . . months. Which reminds me: I need to make an appointment with my gynecologist.

So yes, ten months without any penetration that wasn’t of the silicone variety. I last felt my insides quiver from a deep dicking during the season finale of Game of Thrones nearly a year ago. My emergency dick, Jason, came over to throw back some beers and watch the show, but instead of tossing back beers he ended up tossing me over the back of my couch and fucking me silly.


By: Harper Miller