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About the author:
I’m at home in northern California, and I love the west coast lifestyle of nature, nurture, and nookie.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love to explore the mystical side of things, and after reading a horror story about afterdeath experiences, I thought about the possibility of a husband and wife team exploring their bonds – beyond what was expected.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Our wedding night had finally arrived. The reception was rocking and everyone was filled with good food and drink, but Julia and I snuck out to start our own party. We embraced the whole way back to the room, rubbing and kissing in all the right spots, and after we entered the room, Julia pushed me away and took a step back. She unzipped the hidden fastener and the white gown dropped to the floor. She stood before, me wearing a silk bustier, thigh-high nylons, and lace gloves that came up to her biceps. She stepped out of the pile of fabric laying gathered on the floor, and brought a gloved hand to her mouth. I saw her dainty tongue snake out and dance around her finger as she took the delicate fabric in her teeth, pulling the glove off before doing the same to its partner. Her nylons were next, and soon my blushing bride was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a bustier and a smile.
“Let’s have some fun,” I said as I opened my arms and invited her to me.
She sauntered across the room to stand in front of me, and began unbuttoning my shirt. We enjoyed a slow and passionate kiss as her fingers worked their way down my chest. I felt my cummerbund fall to the floor, and then she was massaging me through the fabric of my pants. I’d thought I was as hard as possible when I saw her in just the bustier, but now that we were moments away from finally completing the act, I was rock hard. Diamond hard. I could have used Admiral Winky as a baseball bat to win a homerun championship.
Jules undid my trousers and let them fall, and then took me in her hands, stroking me as we continued our kiss. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed.
“Are you OK with this, or do you want to wait a bit longer?” I asked.
“I’ve been ready for this since we met last year, and it’s just about the only thing I’ve been thinking about this week. I want you in me now, and then we can play around after – but I need to feel you. Now,” she replied, her voice husky and firm.
I lay her on her back and tested her with a finger. She was dripping wet and trembling. I positioned myself above her, and then remembered something a former lover had told me.
“You climb on top of me – that way you can control everything. It’s going to hurt for a second, but it should feel better after that,” I said.
We switched places so that I was on my back and Julia maneuvered into position above me. Balancing herself with her feet against my hips, she took me in her hand before sliding the head of my cock against her labia. Julia was on the pill, something to do with irregular woman-issues, but it meant we didn’t have to worry about condoms. I could feel her wetness against the swollen head of my cock, and did everything I could to avoid thrusting into her. Once the tip was thoroughly coated with her juices, she slid me inside. She felt amazing, and I let her continue to control the speed. An inch or so in, and I felt what I assume was her hymen. It gave a bit of resistance, but then Jules gritted her teeth and pushed herself down on my cock. She winced, but only for a moment, and once I as all the way in, she stopped for a moment before starting to reverse direction. Soon she was bouncing with the rhythm, sliding me into her slowly at first, but speeding up quickly.
“Oh god, it’s better than I expected. You feel so good in me,” she said.
“Damn Jules, I don’t think I’m going to last long. You’re so tight, and feel so good,” I replied. The combination of the perfect friction with the anticipation of the big day, and I was on a hair-trigger, ready to blow in no time.
“Cum in me – cum deep inside me,” she hollered, still bouncing up and down.
Two minutes later I felt the familiar tickle in my balls, and a few seconds after I felt the first jet of cum leave me and enter her. Her eyes grew large as I continued to spurt, and she looked down at me and started to laugh before collapsing on me. We were a sweaty, sticky mess, and we were in love.
And that was the start of our marriage. In the time we spent together, we explored each other fully. Toys and techniques, safe words and taboos. If one of us learned of something new, we couldn’t wait to get home and try it with the other. As long as we were pleasuring each other, we were happy, and for the next ten years we were very happy. The only thing we didn’t do was include others in our fun. I had no desire to be with another woman; my wife was everything I could dream of, and from what she tells me, she never strayed either.