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Sandra J Smith is experimenting with different sub genres erotica, away from the usual millionaires/housewives-type of plots. I’d would appreciate your feedback on whether this is a good idea or it’s better to stick to cookie-cutter storylines. Thanks!
Here is a short sample from the book:
A question popped into my head as I was taking my blouse off. “How did he know about the film?” He kissed me and the question ran away. He reached around and unsnapped my bra. I let it fall down to the floor. I leaned back in his arms.
“How do you like my girls?”
He smiled at me. “Let me show you.” He lifted me in the air. He was off-balance and flat footed, yet he had no trouble with my 130 pounds. What kind of shape was this guy in and how did he get there.
Let me explain. My name’s Shelly Dearing and I’m a professional photographer. I’m 26 and have been traveling for the last four years on assignment from travel magazines. I’m street smart and cautious, but damn, this man is exciting.
I’m still up in the air. His hands are against my rib cage under my arms. He’s not touching my body, except for his hands and his lips and teeth. He’s sucking on the tips of my breasts and driving any thoughts of danger or untrustworthy men right out of my mind.
His arms aren’t trembling. One hundred and thirty pounds is a lot if it’s in your hands and not resting against you. I’m five nine, and he’s got to be six five or more. I don’t get the chance to snuggle against a big man. I like it. I feel small and feminine.
He sets me down and kisses me. I feel his hands slide down the inside of my panties and push them down. I shake them off my feet.
The man scoops me up in his arms and cuddles me. The last time a man did that I was seven. I wallow in the security and strength of his arms. He puts me down on my back on the bed and begins to take his clothes off.
I should be leaving. I met this guy two hours ago. I have better morals than this.
He unbuckles his belt and drops his trousers. My eyes go wide, and I forget to breathe. Damn all. I’m in trouble.