The Babysitter: Throatfucking & Tia Time: The Babysitter, #2

By J. Baker

"Throatfucking and Tia Time" picks up right where "Midnight Showers & Stolen Kisses" left off in J. Baker's riveting Babysitter novella series. Now, Mark and Tia are on a quest to carve out more precious moments together. As they navigate the complexities of their forbidden affair, they delve into a tantalizing day filled with erotic adventures.

In this thrilling installment, readers are invited into the intimate world of Mark and Tia as they seize the opportunity to meet during daylight hours, exploring the depths of desire within the confines of the bedroom. With Amanda, Mark's wife, temporarily absent from the picture, the stage is set for an electrifying rendezvous that promises to push the boundaries of pleasure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J Baker
• Release date: Mar 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224288977

Book preview

Chapter One

The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue on Mark's bedroom. The sun shone in through a crack in his curtains, which made his graying black hair shine like silver.

As he stirred in his sleep, caught in the lingering tendrils of an intense dream. In the dream, he and Tia were entwined in the intimate dance of desire, lost in the confines of his car. The memory was so vivid that it felt more like a lingering sensation than a dream.

In the dream, Tia's hands were willingly bound behind her back with electrical tape, just like they were the last time he saw her. Her short brown hair that framed her face was a mess, and her tiny curved body was his to take in any way he wanted.

In the dream his anticipation had built until the moment of climax. His cock deep in the throat of Tia, just as it had been a few days before.

Mark woke just as he released into her mouth, a moment that left him breathless and exhilarated.

Oh, that's it! Mark exclaimed, a burst of inspiration racing through him. He knew precisely how to end that scene in his latest attempt at writing a book. He quickly stood up and raced to his desk in the corner of the bedroom, tearing back the curtains that rested behind it.

The warm light from the sun revealed a room adorned with bookshelves, a neatly arranged desk, and a large window that overlooked the quiet neighborhood.

Seated now in the cushioned chair behind his desk, Mark powered up his computer, his fingers practically dancing over the keyboard. The room quickly filled with the rhythmic tapping of keys as he began to describe the passion, the tension, and the raw connection between the characters in his story. The details flowed from his mind to the screen, bringing the dream to life in the form of the written word. It didn't take much imagination on his end, he only needed to play out the scenes from his last encounter with Tia, and in the dim light of dawn, Mark became the architect of his world, weaving a narrative that mirrored the intensity of his dreams. The memory of Tia's submission and willingness, her bound hand, willing mouth and his dream's lingering emotions fuelled his creativity, propelling him into a world where boundaries were only limited by the expanse of his imagination.

Mark continued to type, the story unfolding like an intimate dance, a symphony of passion etched onto the blank canvas of his computer screen.

The words spilled onto the screen, capturing the essence of the dream that had jolted him awake. The air in the room crackled with creative energy as Mark delved deeper into the characters' desires and the complexities of their forbidden connection.

Just as the scene reached its climax on the screen, Amanda, Mark's wife, entered the room carrying a hot cup of coffee. Her auburn hair flowed down her shoulders, and the soft morning light accentuated the warmth in her hazel eyes. How's it going, Mark? she inquired, placing the cup on Mark's