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About the author:
Monica L. Smith lives a vast contrast in lifestyles. She has been working in the medical field since 1997, first as a Certified Nursing Assistant, then in 2005 as a Medication Aide and, since 2013, as a Licensed Practical Nurse. She was born in Louisville, Kentucky, where she received her diploma. She then moved to Maricopa, Arizona, with her husband and 3 out of 9 children.
When she isn’t working, she enjoys old-school television shows such as “Perry Mason”, “Matlock”, “Forensic Files”, and more currently, “The First 48.” Her creative side began to emerge when she tried her hand at writing. She published A Softer Side of Me, a book of 10 poems focusing on her “normal” but inspirational life, including her husband, children and career. It spent time as #1 in the poetry genre on Amazon.
But much like her character, there’s another side to Monica L. Smith, who has realized that she has a passion for urban erotic fiction. She enjoys writing what she calls “no-no” sensual sex scenes and while she does explore the dark side, she also firmly believes in writing about finding love, and hopes to inspire women to find their balance between sexuality and true love.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was watching an old movie, "Jade". And I thought to myself, why is it that men get to have all the fun? So, I created a book with a story line that was exclusive to female clientele.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Oh – My – God, he wants me to participate in role play, I thought to myself. So, I jumped right into character. “I needed some time away from my husband. He doesn’t understand me anymore. He is a creature of habit, so changing up our sex life has caused major problems,” I answered.
“Tell me gorgeous, what is it he doesn’t understand?”
With the bartender eavesdropping on our conversation, I replied, “I’m a nymphomaniac. I want him to have me for breakfast in the morning, make love to me in the afternoon, and fuck me hard at nights.” Then the bartender dropped the glass he was holding in his hand.
“Sorry about that,” he said. I thought it was cute how his cheeks turned two shades of red from embarrassment.
“What type of man is he if he can’t understand your desires? Can’t please you in the bedroom?”
“A stubborn one,” I smiled, sipping from my glass. “He likes it the same way, on the same day of the week, at the same time.”
“Maybe you have the wrong guy in your life. Some men are not ready for a mature woman.”
“What about you? I don’t want to waste my money if you can’t satisfy my needs. I’ve had enough of boys who can’t handle me.”
He gave me a lingering glance that was smoking hot, “They call me Don Juan,” he murmured.
“Really?” For some reason I felt as if I had to taunt him. “Think you can live up to that name? Lover Boy?” I smiled.
Louis shrugged and then, to my disappointment, he got up and walked off.
I was confused. I was getting into my character and he just gets up and walks away. Could it have been what I said? I didn’t mean it. He should know that. I drained my drink in one gulp, left a nice tip on the bar, and stormed off upstairs to the room I had gotten for us for the night. I can’t believe his simple ass was mad because I asked him if he could he live up to the name.
I ripped off my red sundress, threw it on the floor and went straight to the shower. “Fucker!” Walking out on me! Bastard!” I turned the knob to cold to try and calm my inner beast, but it didn’t help. I was pissed and already worked up for the night.
What really got me though, was the little voice that was whispering to me that I had just missed out on something meaningful and great. Tall, dark Louis with the finely chiseled body and rakish grace which was exactly what I wanted – what I needed. If I’d been a bit nicer, maybe he could have run those warm, dark hands down the curves of my body.
Lost in thought about how things could have gone differently, I realized that the banging I heard wasn’t my heart trying to push its way out of my chest; but there was someone at my door. Switching off the shower, I grabbed a towel, slung it around my body, and walked swiftly to the door.
“There you are,” Louis said, standing at the door, banging his head against its frame. He pushed past me, losing pieces of his clothing before sitting naked on the bed. I shut the door and followed him like a dog in heat, allowing my eyes to take in his golden-brown skin that was shining like satin in the dull lamplight. Seeing me, he grinned, “You are gorgeous. I like this hot and wet you.”
I was just gazing at him. “What the hell?” I asked, confused about the split personality thing he had going on.
“Open the door. I have a present for you,” Louis answered.
Still confused, I walked back to the door and opened it. Surprisingly, a second man walked through it and began removing his clothing as well. Before reaching the bar, he was completely naked. I turned and looked at my husband for an answer; he just smiled and repeated how good I look wet. “Do you know Mr. Mysterious?” I asked, closing the door and walking over to my husband.
I can’t deny how attractive he was and how my body tingled when I looked down at his package. He was average height, dark skin, with a beautiful smile. He was handsome with his black curly hair and his cock standing at attention.
Louis was grinning, “You’re a lot of woman, Lotus, my love. So, I thought I might need a little help…satisfying my wife,” he laughed. “You deserve some extra attention. Hence, my friend—”
“Terrance,” Mr. Mysterious replied. “Nice to meet you, Lotus.”
He walked over to me, handing me a cold glass of champagne. As I took it, I became lost in his walnut colored eyes and captivated by his charming personality.
“How about we start the night off with a boom?” Louis grinned. “You up for a threesome?”
Before conscious thought intruded, I was putting down the wine and dropping my towel. Louis had his arms open, waiting for me. “Babe, come here and let me show you what love is.” I was flowing into him, wrapping myself around his lean body, reveling in the strength of his arms. His lips captured mine brutally, feeding from the sweetness of my mouth.
His hands were sweeping down from my shoulders to my back, then over my hips and up again over the indent of my waist. There was a motion, a sensation of pressure and then Terrance was laying in the bed with us.
Then Louis positioned my body, so that my head laid slightly on Terrance’s chiseled stomach and his body close behind me. The heat from their bodies poured into me as their hands swept over my tingling skin. I could hear my breath turn ragged, knowing that they’d have me one after the other – all night long, wearing me out.
“Lotus,” Terrance sighed. “Skin soft like feathers, hair like flames, and the body of a Greek goddess.”
“Yeah,” Louis grinned. “And all ours.”
Louis held me, his arms securely around my body, his mouth sucking my neck, his arousal hard against my ass, while Terrance pushed my head close to his cock. I was writhing, enjoying Louis’ hot erection questing against me while Terrance’s cock rubbed softly across my lips. The first touch of his hardness against my lips made my nipples tighten and my body tingle with desire.
“Suck me, Baby,” Terrance whispered. “Sweet Lotus.” I placed him deep into my mouth and sucked him slowly. He leaned back, relaxed his hips, and thrusted slowly.
“You’re so hot, Babe,” Louis joined in with the compliments, his hands burrowing in the moistness between my legs. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” the word eased softly from my lips. “You know I do.”
I could tell that Terrance was enjoying me. I tightened my lips and sucked him harder. I could feel the veins in his manhood pulse with excitement. My body was tightening as pleasure washed through me. My skin was electrified, each touch from Louis and Terrance sending waves of delight rushing through me. My breath was ragged and there was a beat between my legs that wouldn’t quit.
The hot, bulging shaft was now nudging at me, demanding entrance. “I’m going to fuck you until all the cream from your body spills on to me,” Louis whispered. His tongue flicked on the soft skin under my ear, eliciting a moan. “You like that, huh?”
I was lost in sensation as his tongue licked and laved my neck. Their hands were everywhere, smoothing, stroking, tweaking, and teasing with gently gliding nails trailing over my super sensitized skin.
“I need to be inside you.” Louis was lifting me up, his pulsing manhood leaning against my soaking wet, tender flesh. He paused, and I held my breath, senses heightened to a screaming pitch. “Now, the fun begins.”
He pushed into me, filling me in one strong thrust. Gliding upward, pumping deep inside me, ripples of pleasure began flooding through me.
“Beautiful,” Terrance moaned. His stride began to increase, his breath became heavy, and his cock pulsated harder in my mouth. Terrance used his muscular arms to push my head down further onto his manhood as he pushed up quicker into my mouth. “So, so, so sweet,” Terrance sighed passionately.
I could barely breathe. As the thick hardness pumped into me, fueling my want into flames of desire, I arched in a wild response. I could feel hands over my breasts, belly, and my pulsing clit drove me harder and faster into delight.
Louis was holding on to me with hard, careful hands, delving deeper into me with each rhythmic push. We were bucking and arching in perfect rhythm, our bodies dancing to a tune only we could hear.
My breath was exploding from me in gasps, as the fire of ecstasy consumed me. I was shuddering on the edge of release, hands and tongues sleekly, knowingly feeding my pulsing need.
The thrusting hardness was throbbing now, and the harsh pulse of his breath hard in my ear. He was groaning, his body shuddering as he drove in and out of me.
“Dammit girl! This pussy is good.”
The tight little moan did it for me. My body pulsed and then I was arching, wailing as I came and shattered in great shuddering, clenching spasms of exquisite release. He was pounding into me in a fierce paroxysm, holding on as he exploded, flooding into me with great pulsing waves, groaning in blissful agony.
Terrance’s cry didn’t go unnoticed as he pulled swiftly out of my mouth and caught his cum in his hand. “Shit,” he groaned.
Louis and I rocked in delighted unison, moving harmoniously in hot, wet, abandoned relief as the tremors of release flooded through us, quenching the fire of heavenly desire and bringing with it blissful ecstasy.
We took a hot and sensual shower together. I found it incredibly hard to make the boys behave, but it was achieved. Terrance dressed himself and kissed me gently on my check and said, “Thank you for sharing such an intimate moment with me.” He then shook Louis’s hand and told him that he would see him around.
“Our secret?” Louis asked him before Terrance left.
“I was never here,” he smiled.
We laid in the bed and I snuggled myself deeply into him. “Are you happy Adele?”
“Extremely,” I confessed.