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“Somewhere in this romantic little seaside town, a woman was preparing for an evening of pleasure. Nervous no doubt, maybe it was her first time. She showered and perfumed her body, trying to ignore its flaws. She applied her makeup perfectly. Her mask was in place. She shivered slightly, a moment’s hesitation over the evening to come, worried just a little about the act she was about to perform. Would he meet her expectations? Would he be gentle, would he please her? Was she being stupid and foolish? Would it be safe? As she sipped her glass of courage, there would be a knock at her door. Her body tingled in anticipation. There would be no turning back now.”

 

 

What reviewers and readers are saying:

“a spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes.”

“Lynda Filler’s novel is character-driven, emotionally intense, and packed with action, a story that explores male psychology regarding sex and a woman’s quest to redefine her identity in a world of twisted morals, where men are driven by the quest for orgasm. “

“The emotional and psychological conflicts are well-explored in this novel and they are at the heart of the plot.

“The characters are exceptional, written with depth, and a lot of humanity is injected into them.”

“Lie to Me: An Exposé on Sex for Money is insanely captivating, entertaining and exciting.” 

 

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Take a walk on the wild side while Layla explores the sensual and sexy side of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
Lie to Me is insanely captivating, entertaining and exciting. It’s a spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes.” R. Dzemo 5 Stars Readers Favorite Review

 

How many lives have been ruined for the pleasure of an orgasm?
Forty-something Layla Duncan has a dangerous obsession with men who sell steamy sexual encounters to vacationing women in Puerto Vallarta. She infiltrates the underworld of male prostitution, interviews several men and begins to write a mesmerizing exposé of their lives.
What do you do when the lines between your personal life and professional assignment become blurred? Layla finds herself questioning her value system in a titillating yet disturbing way.
Sparks fly one night when she takes a break from her writing and meets the sensual twenty-something Mateo at a local nightclub. The charismatic young Mexican man seems oblivious to his powerful sexual aura but is immediately turned on by Layla. The one-night-stand turns into sporadic hook-ups, while two emotionally damaged lovers long for something neither can put into words.

Lynda Filler has once again delivered a fast-paced, sexy and sometimes gut-wrenching page-turner that will unnerve you and leave you breathless.

 

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The Big “O”

 

 

girl-woman-portrait-young-115015We tend to think that only men are willing to pay for sex but in the past decade more and more women have been looking for sexual experiences and have been willing to pay for them.

It is easier and more convenient than going to clubs or bars. Often the women do not want to be found out; they want it to be private and kept a secret.

Some career women with high disposable incomes are just too busy for relationships. Others who have had a break-up or painful divorce find it easier to have sex without strings attached.

The thought of trying to date again and meet somebody new is just too difficult for many – but they miss sex. They may want a sexual massage or just to be touched and be intimate with somebody.

One of my clients told me she answered an advertisement in the paper from “James” who offered erotic massages.

She was very lonely after a relationship break-up; she was tired, had gained weight and lost all her confidence.

She didn’t really know what to expect but was pleasantly surprised. James was a massage therapist who found some women were desperate to have an erotic massage leading to an orgasm, and in a place where they could talk and feel comfortable. He also offers more if a client asks for that.

My client saw him for months and ended up having sex with him. He was wonderful, she said. He gave her back her confidence and she gained more knowledge about her body.

 

repost thanks, Matty Silver, AU.

 

Lie to Me: An Exposé on Sex for Money
“is insanely captivating, entertaining and exciting. It’s a spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes.” R. Dzemo 5 STARS READERS’ FAVORITE BOOK REVIEWS
From a “powerful and unforgettable” author and winner of the Best in Contemporary Fiction 2017 BTRC for Target in the Sun comes another powerful fictional story, Lie to Me, an exposé on sex for money.

Sex on the beach

 

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Excerpt: explicit

“It takes a lot of money to break into the music business. My family are not in favour of my music. They want me to go into the family business. I have an education. I graduated from the University of Guadalajara in business. But I will never join the family business.”

The waiter interrupted their conversation to take their order. Omar ordered a Pacifico. Layla pulled out a cigarette and the waiter lit it for her.

“You better give up smoking or you’re going to need a facelift!” Layla threw a piece of lime at Omar. He caught it mid-air.

“Seriously, I want to play music and I will do whatever I have to do to make it happen.”

Layla sipped her white wine, thinking about Omar’s ‘whatever it takes’.

“What about you, Layla. What’s your passion? Why do you want to talk to Mexican boys who give pleasure to women for money?” He brought the lime to his full sensual lips and sucked on it.

She was momentarily taken aback. Tables turned, and a question she was not quite certain she knew the answer to.

“Hey, I’m asking the questions here,” she laughed, “and stop sucking on that lime!” He smirked.

“I need food. What are we eating?” Omar grabbed the menu.

“Whatever you want.” She smiled, then motioned to the waiter to bring chips and salsa. Omar also spoke with the waiter and then he left them alone.

“I write. That’s what I do.” She continued her X-rated thoughts, momentarily imagining those luscious lips circling her hardening nipples. “I think about life, and I write about people and their lives, and what makes them do the things they do.”

“But who wants to read about the boys in Mexico?” Omar stretched his well-developed body along the teak lounge chair, his bulge visible through his tight black jeans.

“Well, I guess I’ll find out when I finish my story.” She cleared her head and brought her mind back to why she was here.

“Antonio said you’d be okay with my questions.”

“Sure, whatever, as long as you pay for my time. Ask me anything.” Another Pacifico with tequila on the side appeared on the table.

“How about another drink, Layla? I know I work much better with tequila. Join me, Señorita, and I will tell you all my secrets.” Far too charming, far too dangerous, just the way she liked it.

“Sure, why not? I’ll have another glass of wine. So, tell me, Omar, what makes you so good at what you do?”

“Ah, how should I answer that? Let me think. I have been giving pleasure to women since I’m fourteen years old. My parents sent me to the American School in Guadalajara for high school. There was a teacher from San Francisco, an older woman about forty now and she really liked me a lot. I could tell. She used to help me with things and I would stay after school for her advice. I was always tall for my age and because I lived in the States and my family had money, I was older in my ways than other kids in my class. She was my first lover.” Omar smiled, displaying expensive dentistry.

“Did you say you were fourteen?” Layla was stunned. She had read about a woman in the States who’d had a child with a Mexican boy who was thirteen, still a child himself. She’d ended up in jail for statutory rape.

“Uh, huh. Fourteen. She taught me how to make love to a woman. And I liked her a lot. I still see her when I go home to Guadalajara. She teaches English Literature at the American School. Hey, Pablo, cómo estás?” Omar did the Mexican handshake with a friend. His friend looked Layla over. Does his friend mistake her for a client?

“Qué pasa, Omar? How come we haven’t seen you at Señor Frogs this week?” Pablo smiled at Layla, waiting for an introduction.

“Very busy. This is my friend, Layla. Layla, meet Pablo. Sometimes Pablo plays music with us.”

“Sí, you should come, Señorita, and hear us play. We’re very good! Okay, Omar. I see that you are busy. Call me. Hasta luego.”

“Where do you play, Omar?” Layla thought about her double entendre.

Omar smiled. “I play everywhere, Señorita, but when I play music it’s late at night, after hours until about six in the morning. There’s a little bar near Basilio Badillo in Old Town. Would you like to come one night? Usually I play Friday, sometimes Saturday, the days the tourists are checking in and out, so it doesn’t interfere with business.”

“Yes, that would be good. I don’t want to take too much of your time, so I will ask you a few more questions and if it is okay with you, we can get together again.”

“Sure.”

“How do women find you, I mean, how do women who want to pay for sex find you? Do you use an agency? Or what?” Layla checked her recorder to be certain it was working properly.

“I have an agency, but I also freelance. Word of mouth.” Omar stopped and stared at her mouth, then laughed.