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About the author:
Sean Gerard Leah (though he more often works under a cleverly similar name) is a Boston-born, Seattle-based novelist, poet, journalist, and editor. With his wife Caelyn Alba, he is a founding partner of the erotic-lit publishing house Muse of Shadow.
What inspired you to write your book?
A love of well-written, hot erotica that explores the full range and fluidity of human sexuality. MUSE OF SHADOW is a producer and purveyor of no-holds-barred erotic literature — couple-friendly and written for people who believe that the imagination is the most important component of human sexuality. Our books are written to provide a workout for those most sensual muscles of the mind.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“You need to go slow,” I whispered. I could feel his cock hoist up behind me like a derrick, slapping at my soaking pussy as I reached for it between my legs.
“I know the drill,” he said.
“So to speak…”
I was smiling as I raised myself up. I had to actually twist my head, my back arched so I could raise myself high enough along the roof of the SUV to get above him.
Then I pushed down.
And I pushed down. And I kept on pushing down.
I don’t know that I can actually say I rode Kyle B that night, because riding a man usually comes with a sense of actually making contact with his body. But I couldn’t make that contact with Kyle B, because the amazing length of his cock was holding me back like I was impaled on him. It was amazing. It was slow and delicious and perfect as I pushed against him, feeling his hands on my ass, his mouth on my tits, and his incredible dick rooting deep in my soaking snatch. My knees were on the floor, my body hoisted above him as I thrust back and forth against him.
I came again, far too quickly. I was trying to pace myself, but the thrill of what I was feeling, the pleasure of Kyle B beneath me, hungry for me, was too much. As my orgasm faded, I felt him wrap his arms around me, rolling me over in the carefully clumsy way that the back of an SUV demands.
“Are you okay?” he asked. His cock had slipped out of me, but I could hear it slapping the seat as he moved.
“I’ll be okay when you’re fucking me again,” I whispered…