To follow is the start of my novel, Woman on the Verge of Paradise, scheduled for publication by noon PST on a Tuesday sometime this millennium. For now, please enjoy.
PS I rarely curse here, but it makes for a more authentic read. So this time, no *s. No offense. Viewer discretion advised. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Mmm,
mm, oh this feels so good.”
“You’re delicious,” he whispers. “I
want to devour you tonight.”
His brawny arms, luscious lips and
tantalizing fingertips offer a bliss I’ve never known before. He’s unbelievably
attentive, passionate and SO hot. Plus he’s all mine, right now, in my
bed…heaven. I’ve put him off for so long and now I’m finally ready.
“Mm, mm. Yes, yes. I’m all yours.”
“Are you sure you’re ready
darling?”
God he’s so caring, so sensitive and
manly at the same time.
“I’m sure. I want you. Take me all
night long.”
He smooths his heated palm along my
face, his eyes ecstatically beaming. Our hearts race with excited passion. He
pauses to reach towards the nightstand, Trojans in plain sight.
Des--
My body jolts. My eyelids shoot open.
--perado.
Damn radio alarm!
Why don’t you come to your
Shit!
You’ve been out riding
I was trying to, until you rudely
interrupted. Damnit! I can’t even get lucky in my dreams. He was such a good
one too. Would you shut the hell
up!
Oh you're a hard one.
Sighing deeply, I labor to retrieve my breath. Refocus. It’s 7:34, no time for a cold shower. He’s gone. I’m a wreck.
Sighing deeply, I labor to retrieve my breath. Refocus. It’s 7:34, no time for a cold shower. He’s gone. I’m a wreck.
Reality ignites a few unpleasantries:
“work,” “get up,” “go to” and “You’re still celibate. It’s been -what?- eight
years now?”
You ain’t gettin’ no younger.
[[more here, but we'll cut to the final lines of the intro.]]
Eyes wide open now, I head for
reality.
But first, a brief detour.
But first, a brief detour.
