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About the author:
Lucy St. Vincent is a well-seasoned traveler, voyeur and explorer of all things provocative, evocative and titillating. When she is not writing under her nom de plume, she is plotting her other novels whilst galavanting around the globe in search of her next adventure.
What inspired you to write your book?
I imagined what it would have been like to have met my husband in high school rather than as adults. I liked the fantasy of it, so I just went for it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Well, I’ve got a little experience, you know, with a few girls, but I’ve never, you know…”
“Done the deed?” I finished the sentence for him and we laughed.
There was a silence. He was looking at my breasts.
“I’d like to though,” he said, almost under his breath. Then he added, “With you.”
I flushed. I reached out and gently cupped his penis. It felt like a stone, it really did. It was hard to imagine a piece of the human anatomy could feel so hard. He started and let out a little groan. Obviously that was where he wanted to be touched most. I held my hand there for a minute, not quite knowing what to do.
“You can rub it,” he said. “If you want.”
I looked at him and smiled. “You can do the same for me.”
We lay there facing each other, rubbing each other’s crotches, getting more and more turned on. When he touched me through my jeans, I squeezed my legs tight so his fingers couldn’t escape. He was just moving them lightly up and down right along the crack of my vulva. He wasn’t even able to go inside: just up and down on the surface through my pants. It was better than the best movie I have ever seen and more exciting than any ride I have ever been on. But that’s what I’d compare it to: a roller coaster ride, a sex roller coaster ride. (I know it’s not original, but it’s true.)