10 Minutes

By J. J. Krause

8 Stories about what can happen when you're given 10 minutes to change your life. What would you do with 10 minutes?
The stories include:
Dial 911 - Selling his Porsche takes him down a winding road of another kind
Just one drink - He only ordered one drink - what he got wasn't on the menu
The Masseuse - Getting his wife a massage ends up in a hot Threesome
The Boxster - A woman gets seduced outdoors for the first time
What if... - A male masseuse takes a walk on the wild side
First Date - Yet another first date turns into something special
Chapter 2 - A Drive around a lake in the convertible
Chapter 3 - Their first evening together
Thanksgiving - A woman seduces her daughter's boyfriend. Just to teach him a thing or two
Be careful what you wish for- A man's wife agrees to a threesome, then throws in a twist
Excerpt from the J. J.'s next book 'Triple Play' - J. J.'s first full length novel about an ongoing threesome with lots and lots of sex! Don't miss it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. J. Krause
• Release date: Sep 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310381959

J. J. Krause

J.J. grew up in Northern Indiana, but has lived all over the US, including accidentally spending a year in Las Vegas. (Long story. Maybe another book?) He also spent 6 months in Belize, Central America working with elementary school students. For over 25 years he has taught high performance driving for BMW, Porsche, Ferrari and other exotic and sports car and motorcycle groups. He can normally be found in the left lane, traveling "Mach Schnell." Watch your mirrors, and give a friendly wave...

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10 Minutes

How can 10 minutes change your life?

J. J. Krause

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are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author,

and all incidents are pure invention.

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10 Minute Stories

Table of Contents

Excerpt from the J. J.'s next book 'Triple Play'

Dial 911

Just one drink

The Masseuse

The Boxster

What if…

First Date

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Thanksgiving

Be careful what you wish for-

My first threesome

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Excerpt from the upcoming book Triple Play

This book is still being written and should be done in the fall of 2014. Enjoy this teasing look into Triple Play!

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Another boring party, another bunch of boring people.

Jeez, I thought to myself. I've got to find another job.

Picking up my 5th tray of champagne, I made my way through the crowd catching

bits and pieces of a dozen conversations, none of which I could have cared less about.

This group was just another ultra-conservative right-wing presidential support group

trying to make sure their petty interests didn't get squashed in the upcoming election.

Across the room though, a woman had the complete attention of several men. They were

laughing with a woman who was obviously very passionate about what she was saying. The

woman continued to make the men laugh, in complete control of the whole lot of them as if she'd

cast a spell.

I'd seen this happen before at parties. One special person, invariably female –

captivating a whole audience - invariably male. Almost intrigued enough to care, I

wandered in their direction, offering full glasses and picking up empty ones. One of the

men was eyeing the woman with disbelief.

"Surely you don't expect to make any money writing about things like that, do

you?"

Why not? the woman responded. "Just because it is going to be based on a real

story and not be full of sex and lies? Surely there must be people who are as fascinated

with history as I am."

I'll tell you one, thing. Whether you like it or not sex does sell, said the tall dark-

haired man standing next to her.

Oh, I like sex a lot, said the woman with a wink. "But if sex sells somebody’s

got to be buying it. So Bob, how much did you have to pay last time?" Her words trailed off to a

whisper. The crowd erupted in hoots and howls as the man blushed.

Damn it Missy, that’s not what I meant, he shouted lamely over the guffaws of the

others. I stopped to see where this was headed. Missy slyly took a sip of her champagne

and smiled. Something about the way she held her glass with just the tips of her fingers. Her eyes burned with, what- Intensity? Fire? Passion? Whatever it was I wanted to be able to do that. Control a group, making them hang on my every word. I was watching an artist and it looked like it was time for the second act. Her glass was almost empty so I used the opportunity to slide in next to her and offer her a full one. She graciously accepted my glass with one hand and held the empty one out with the other. Our fingers touched and sparks flew between us. I was instantly turned on! We made eye contact and the signals were not my imagination.

Okay, now I was really intrigued!

Missy looked around the group. Bob spoke up again. Well Missy, if you like sex, why have you always ignored my advances? I'd be glad to show you what a man I am. Missy closed the gap between them and leaned right into Bob's face until their noses were just inches from each other. Bob swallowed hard and tried not to look down at Missy's cleavage, but