Seduce Me
Chapter One
Sundays
I don't really love sex. I mean, I do. I love the thrusting, raw, powerful energy that two people create when they're really losing themselves in a moment, driven toward one single purpose of pure visceral satisfaction. Even more than that, though, I love the electric, tangible, skin-tingling energy that two people create when they want to fuck more than anything&38212;but can't.
You can't argue with me here&38212;the one touch you get as your coveted, yet completely unattainable, object of lust brushes her hand over your thigh while reaching past you to get her pen is unquestionably ten times louder than the slap of your wife's hand on your ass while you're pounding your cock into her a million times a minute.
Oh, how I craved that hand-over-thigh, that two-second brush of fingers against neck while exchanging a platonic hug good-bye&38212;so vivid you wonder for hours afterward if it lasted for two seconds or five, and what that three-second difference could imply.
I lived for knowing that, while pressed four to the backseat, squeezed against the ... read full excerpt from: Seduce Me ebook
