You may have noticed I’ve been gone – bitch we’re waiting on the book. Of course we noticed you were gone. – I’m sorry, guys. Bad writer! I know, I’m not proud of myself, but I do have a half way decent excuse. I had surgery three weeks ago, and I’ve been recuperating. I’ve also been working on the book. I’ve started editing, so it won’t be long now. Meantime, here’s a snippet from right after Lou and Lucky become a couple. The relationship is new and full of angst, at least on Lou’s end. But it’s lovely and fresh and sexually exciting. I hope you like it. – SS
She wanted to reciprocate, to stroke his long, beautiful body, to shape his muscles, squeeze hand fulls of his little ass – she’d managed only once before and longed to hold that work of art again – though he had a penchant for holding her wrists in his, keeping her where he wanted her, he said. She wanted to lick and bite and suck until her jaw ached and she was short of breath from being crammed so full. But she could barely move. Her limbs felt too heavy. All she could do was lay there like a live wire, writhing and twitching while he did as he liked, shaping and molding her flesh, stroking and heating her like rising dough.
It was intoxicating, fucking extraordinary, really. She’d never felt loving like that. And because she was helpless under his hands, she had to be content with his sighs and moans, with his twitching and writhing when she managed to break free and clasp the back of his neck and bring his mouth to hers, or gave him the bite of her nails in his back, the lift of her hips beneath the heavy strokes of his clever cock.
She adored the fevered beat of his heart through her skin when he smushed her into the bed. She reveled in the pounding when he veered over the edge, unable to control himself, his grunts, that fierce glitter in his eyes right before they closed and his mouth fell open, and he shook and trembled in her arms.
She could feel his satisfaction. It was like the slide of fur along the skin, though in reality all he’d done was gasp out a weak laugh. But that laugh was enough. She felt proud, accomplished. It felt better than winning her Academy Awards.Read More »