Rachel's Dogging Jogging

By Gemma Harris

When jogging becomes dogging!

Rachel loves running. It's helped her shed weight and it's got her fit, but when Rachel takes her usual route through a dark forest one night... things get interesting. Very interesting.

Rachel discovers a dogging hot-spot, and on one exciting night finds out that being with a woman for the first time is just as much fun as being with three strange men for the first time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gemma Harris
• Release date: Feb 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463007112

Gemma Harris

Hi! I'm Gemma! I'm happily married to my wonderful partner, who’s been my rock, he’s supported me all the way in my venture as an author, and even though I may not be the most talented writer in the world, he always gives my books an A+ (He wouldn't get fed if he didn't!) I've had many jobs in my life but nothing comes close to letting my sordid imagination flow through my fingertips and into my eBooks – I love it and hope I can continue with it for as long as possible. Aside from writing, I love to bake and if I'm not at my keyboard I can normally be found in the kitchen, or out in the countryside walking our two gorgeous dogs. I feel blessed to be able to ‘work’ while enjoying myself and I hope you will enjoy reading what I write. I intend to keep on publishing books for as long as I possibly can and I hope you will continue to read and enjoy them!

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Rachel’s Dogging Jogging

Exhibitionist Dogging

By

Gemma Harris

Copyright © 2015 by Gemma Harris. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter One

My head torch may have been small, but weak it was not. The wide beam of light flooded the path ahead of me, and I leapt over a fallen log, slipping in a patch of mud as I landed. The soles of my trail running shoes did their job though, and I regained my grip quickly and powered forward, pumping my arms as I gained speed.

Running was my crack, my cocaine -- my addiction. I’d taken it up almost seven months previous, and I’d only missed a handful of days in that time… due mostly to injury, rather than laziness.

It had been easy to get addicted to exercise, especially when the weight had melted from me, and men had started looking over their shoulders at my arse as I passed them in the street. It was enough to make a girl feel vain. And sexy.

At the age of twenty-four, losing what my mother had patronisingly called ‘puppy fat’ had been long overdue, and although I hated to admit it, she had been right when she’d said, you’re such a pretty girl, Rachel. Imagine what you’ll look like if you lose a little weight.

I did look better. There was no doubt about that. My arse had firmed up, and my tits had decreased in size, turning into what I now thought of as pert instead of plump. I even had abdominal muscles for heaven’s sake. I’d always thought that they were a mysterious addition to the body, honed by hours of sit-ups, and a diet so clean that even the