I LOVE SEX!!
Oh, how freeing that makes me feel. I was brought up in the time when sex wasn’t something that you talked about. As a young girl, I expected sex to be something enjoyable but no one ever really told me what to expect when I punched your v-card (which was just before my wedding night). Being a shy, introspective wallflower didn’t help unveil the mystery.
I married young and sex was sex. It was fun, loved the cuddling…and then I discovered the “dirty books.” The ones where the brooding hero fell in love with the second floor maid and made the reader blush with the ten orgasms she experienced with just the touch of his tongue and fingers. Hold on, now Nellie. Were women really supposed to enjoy going to bed with a, gasp, stranger?
The world of reading has opened up many, many doors for me. I think if you can read, you can accomplish everything. And having a better sex life is no different. Experts say men are visual and women are cerebral when it comes to feeling sexual desire. I say we’re both. We—women—can read a passage in the book and visualize EVERYTHING. I’m not so sure men can.
I love the fact that “mommy porn” has expanded a woman’s horizons as far as seeking sexual satisfaction. But, I’m tired that erotica is still being labeled as such and that we still think we have to “hide” our habit. Hide the fact that we are reading about sexual situations where the words c***k or p***y are used. They are dirty words and dirty words are exciting. Why else would we use them!
I think know the fine line that divides erotic stories from erotica. I write erotica – mine are stories about a man and woman who fall in love and have a happy ending. Erotic reading materials include almost taboo subjects of BDSM, fetishes, and multiple partners. They are both about sexual satisfaction. Something women need to grab hold of with both hands (wink, wink).
We are women; we are powerful. We are sexual beings.
Abby looked at me through the dark veil of her lashes and I could tell she was dying to ask me why I wanted a computer. She looked damn cute this morning. Her hair fell down her back in soft waves and she had on the slightest touch of makeup. Not that she needed it. She was beautifully fresh faced. Today she wore a green and brown outfit that clung to her curves in all the right places. She kept tugging at the top, pulling it away from her breasts. The action only made me want to look even more. I knew she was self-conscious of her size. Hopefully, by the end of the summer she wouldn’t have any doubts about her attractiveness to the opposite sex. I smirked as I took another drink of my protein smoothie.
I could say with no false modesty that being fucked by Cage Montgomery usually ramped up a girl’s self-esteem.
Taking another drink, I had to say the quality and quantity of food was much better at the Montgomery summer residence than I’d had in my entire life. I felt no qualms eating my fill. It was the least the old man could to do, feed me for one summer. It wouldn’t make up for the days I’d gone to bed hungry as a child. But then, I didn’t know if anything could. Except maybe making sure no kid of mine ever did.
“You can use mine. It’s not the latest, but it will get you on the net and there’s a word processing program—”
“You don’t have to sell it to me. As long as I can get on the sites I need, I’m good.”
She walked across the room and took her backpack from the floor. I noticed that even when she went off with her posse, she took her backpack. I watched as her ass cheeks juggled and wondered if she was wearing a thong. I loved slipping my fingers beneath a woman’s clothes and filling my hand with a plump ass cheek.
When she straightened back up, she was biting her lower lip. I just stared at her, realizing she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She had no fucking idea how much that turned me on. How much I wanted to lean down and suck her full lower lip into my mouth and ravage it with my teeth.
“Spit it out, Sis.”
“I don’t have an anti-virus program. So if you, ‘em—”
“So if I get on my kinky websites, I better be careful and not give you something?”
“I didn’t mean anything.”
“Don’t worry, babe, I’m clean.”
Underground fighter Cage Montgomery was use to making it on his own. When a man in a two-piece suit showed up during his training session, he wasn’t the least bit curious. But Frank, his mentor and the only father figure he’d ever known, ordered him to go to the Hamptons to see his long-lost father.
Cage finds much more than that…he discovers he has a step-sister that makes his body—and his heart—feel alive for the very first time in years.
Theirs was not a forbidden love…but was it a love never meant to be?
About the Author:
Marie loves anything romance. Give her a story about curvy gals and alpha males and she’s one happy person. She writes what she likes to read. All of her stories feature a big, buffed man who takes one look at the woman meant to be his and falls down on his knees. Each of her stories comes with a happily-ever-after all their own.