A slight detour before I continue the adventures of Liz and Jack.
A man who commented on one of my stories on this blog decided to buy and read my book, The Man from the South. He let me know in a comment, and then alerted me to the following caution: he is a self-proclaimed, notoriously critical reviewer.
I thought, okay, thanks for the warning. Although I was intrigued, I admit the caution left me a little bit unsettled. Who is this man, and how can he say something like this before he even read my book? It’s almost as if he expected my very first book to be mediocre.
Today, Smashwords notified me that I have received my first review.
So I’m stuck in lockdown again. Naturally, my mind is in overdrive and I have all sorts of kinky things going through my head. Given the extra free time, I may churn out a few more stories here on this blog.
The Man from the South is now an ebook at Smashwords! (to load to your Kindle use the mobi extension)
Many of you have taken the time to like, comment and email me when I posted this story on my blog. I thank you for your readership, your time to like and comment, and especially your enthusiasm; without you, this book would not be possible. You know who you are. 🙂
Thank you especially to Eric, JP and John for your inspirations, ideas and, in some cases, clarification relating to consent, kink and BDSM practices. I ❤ you more than I can say.
Alexandra stared at the notification in her app. One of the men she scrolled onto had contacted her.
Oh my god, what have I done, Alexandra worried. Then, her eyes glanced at the clock on her phone. Almost 11, I have to work tomorrow, she thought to herself as she pondered what to do.
Frankly, she wasn’t going to get herself all worked up tonight. She didn’t want to go to sleep worrying about what she’d done, or what sort of lunatic she may have attracted via this dating app. Better wait for tomorrow, she told herself. She needed a clear head to tackle this app, and its men.
After months of contemplation, curiosity finally got the better of her, and Alexandra loaded the dreaded app. She picked the least obtrusive, irritating one she had heard about and installed it on her phone.
She was nervous. What would happen if she got caught? Playing on this app felt like cheating, like betrayal.
This is the continuing story of Alexandra and Andrew, two platonic friends succumbing to curiosity, desire and sexual tension. To read this story in consecutive order, start here: part 1, part 2, part 3.
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While Andrew continued his torturous play between her legs, Alexandra placed her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He shifted his position slightly to allow for her to hang on to him as she buckled and twitched under his touch. Just as she felt a wave of approaching orgasm roll through her, Andrew removed his fingers and touched them to his lips. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes.
Alexandra watched in fascination. This was a man who hungered for her in ways she never encountered before.
When Andrew opened his eyes again he stared at her and placed his fingers, wet with her juices, in front of her lips.
This is the continuing story of Alexandra and Andrew, two platonic friends succumbing to curiosity, desire and sexual tension. In the previous chapter (part 2) they were planning a day trip to explore some properties for a future project of Andrew’s. Before that (part 1) Alexandra fantasized about a sexual experience with her friend which led to a frustrating night without relief.
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The cabin looked inviting with its big stone fireplace and the huge framed windows. But it was the scenery through the windows that enhanced the seductive atmosphere; nothing but trees and water.
“There’s a lot of privacy here,” Andrew said, reading Alexandra’s mind. Quickly, she turned to give him a sly smile.
“Sure is,” she agreed before turning her attention back to the window.
A stand-alone piece that’s connected to Longing for orgasmic release using the same two characters: Alexandra and Andrew. Pondering their platonic friendship and the possibilities of a friends with benefits relationship.
“What would happen if we kissed?”
Andrew stated the question bluntly, without preliminary chitchat. This is how it’s been with him since the beginning, Alexandra thought. The demand for truth and full disclosure in all their conversations. He had always insisted that if she wanted to know something, to ask him directly.
She stared at him. The sexual tension continued to make its presence known, but other than a few virtual boundaries, they hadn’t crossed the lines in real life. Theirs was a platonic friendship, at least for now.