Journal of a Timid Temptress

By Deirdre O'Dare

Midwestern college student Geri Wilcox is striving to gain education and experience in the amorous arts that were not available in her small farming community home town. Fate puts her in a class taught by Philippe Reynard, the sexiest and most exciting male she has ever seen.

Exercising all her admittedly limited wiles, Geri brings herself to the professor's attention until, as both his public and private pupil, the lessons she desires are made available and exceed her wildest expectations. Fearlessly breaking taboos left and right, Geri forges ahead with her plan to become much more than a timid temptress ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Feb 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781646566808

Deirdre O'Dare

Deirdre writes gay romance channeling a prior life’s gay male twin she calls Danny. Fascinated by love’s diverse shades and guises, she explores and experiences a range of attachments. She still believes in happily ever after, that Love is the One True Thing and genuine Love is never wrong. For more information, visit deirdredares.blogspot.com.

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Chapter 1

Jan 12

Of all the aggravations! Instead of getting my next poli-sci course with one of the established senior profs like I wanted, I’m stuck with some unknown. Apparently he’s new because no one seems to know a thing about him. He’s not even doctor yet, would you believe? Well, I suppose I just have to make the best of it. I need the course since I can’t move on to the upper division classes in my major until I have it.

I’m also disappointed in other ways.

Here it is, my fourth semester of college and nothing has changed. Frat boys are just that…still boys. For them, foreplay is little more than saying, Get in the back seat, babe, and let’s do it. I’m no closer to fulfillment than I was the night of the senior prom, playing slap and tickle with Jared Johnston in the back of his old Ford Fairlane.

Sheesh.

Oh, I’m not technically a virgin, but it makes little difference. I might just as well be if the only way I can really get off is with the help of my trusty B.O.B. I came to college to get an education, leaving the stuffy humdrum atmosphere of Small Town, Bible Belt, USA, as far behind me as I could! I might as well have stayed home on the farm. I learned as much about sex from the livestock as I have here.

There has to be more to life than this!

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Jan 15

Oh, my gods and little kittens! I’ve been to Mr. Reynard’s class…twice now in fact. I have a shivery feeling inside and get wet just thinking about him. What a man like that is doing at this podunk state institution is a question I won’t even ask. He is here and fate put me in his class. Now here’s a man I can learn from. I just know it. The trick, of course, is to emerge from the morass of faceless names in his grade book and nameless faces tipped up to him in awe as he paces and gestures and lectures with such passion that I am utterly sure it has to run into other areas of his life as well. His first name is Philippe—I love the spelling and the French sound of it. So much sexier than just plain Phillip, you know? I will devise a plan. I will. I must.

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Jan 21

He is just too gorgeous for words. I can’t think about anything else. It’s agony to be in class and watch him, unable to touch or tell him how I feel. But I am making progress. I was sitting on the stairs today when he came in for class and he almost tripped over me. Am I invisible? Finally, as if recalled from a distant planet, he did look down with a bit of a smile.

Oh, hello. Sorry. I’m afraid I wasn’t watching my step. You’re in my class, aren’t you?

I leaped to my feet, as graceful as a week-old calf I fear, and tried to smile back, while I replied nonchalantly, "Oh yes, I am. I just love it, too. Political Science