What inspired your story?
I love all things
erotica so it was pretty easy and natural for me. I became inspired at an early
age. All of my teenage diaries and journals were mostly stories about hot boys
and sexy poems. The stories turned into short reads as I got older then I realized
that if I can put so much passion and creativity into my writing, I can
definitely write a book.
How long did it take to get your first book
published?
For this particular
book, it took me a year to prepare everything for publishing. Towards the end,
it took me about three months to tighten up my stories into chapters, get it
copyedited and formatted for completion.
What were your goals as an author and have any
of them come true?
My main goal
was to get my writing out in front of the world. Once I accomplished that, I
knew that there was no turning back. This gave me the confidence to dive right
into my next project and get it done effortlessly. Now I feel like a pro.
What have you learned
about the publishing industry since you’e signed that first contract?
Now that you have a feel for the publishing
world, would you do anything different if you had to do it all over again?
Yes, I will never
again procrastinate, nor will I be afraid or hesitant to showcase my talent.
For a very long time I kept my work a secret due to the fact that I was afraid
of what other’s would think. I worried if they would love it or hate it. I no
longer live in that fear.
What genres do you normally write in?
All things erotica.
Is there a genre you haven’t written in that
one day you’ like to tackle?
Non-fiction, I would
one day like to write a documentary about my life.
Kinky Tales Volume 1
T. L. Hayes
Genre: Erotica
Publisher: Erotica City Publishing
Date of Publication: April 24, 2016
ASIN: B01ERZ0KPI
Number of pages: 96
Word Count: 38229
Cover Artist: TSP Creative INC.
Book Description:
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!
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.
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 and 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.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorTLHayes
Amazon Author Central: http://www.amazon.com/T.-L.-Hayes/e/B00JODRNLS/
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I would like to say thank you Fangtastic for inviting me on your blog today. Interviews are always so much fun for me and you guys highlighted everything so nicely! :)
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