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About the author:
Blair Erotica writes about passion and passionate people because they are the ones worth writing about. A lifelong traveler and prolific writer, Blair combines the allure of erotic stories with that of exotic places and admits to a particular and sensual affection for warm, tropical locales.
What inspired you to write your book?
The myths of the sea and how they tie in with sexuality and passion.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I’m going to get a shower,” he said.
She watched him go. She liked Carl, enjoyed sex with him, but she was learning that his passion, his desire, was only about his orgasm. When he wasn’t actually turned on, he was rather dull. She wondered if he was passionate at all, or if what she thought was passion was only a simple lust.
She wandered into the room and stretched out on the bed. She wanted more. She hoped the shower would refresh him. She wanted him to do things with her, to her. Even if he couldn’t get it up again for a while, they could play.
So when he came out of the shower, smelling fresh and clean, she lay in wait, naked. She grabbed the towel from around his waist and pulled him down onto the bed.
He smiled and kissed her. “That was lovely,” he said. “Let’s have a nap before dinner,” he said, and drifted off almost immediately.
Restless, and not in the least tired, she watched him sleep for a bit before getting out of bed and put on her swimsuit. She grabbed a towel and left the room. Just outside the room was a door to the outside. She found a manicured dirt trail that led from the resort through the trees and down to the beach.
She let out a gasp when she stepped out onto the sand. The shock of beauty took away her breath. She found herself in the middle of a postcard—a nearly too-perfect scene. The sun was warm, the sky clear, and the white sand hot under her bare feet.
Two guys sitting on towels looked up at her as she walked by them. They were both good looking and she let her eyes run over their bodies. She imagined touching them, letting her fingers explore their muscles. I’m a sense slut. She had known that about herself for some time. She sought out powerful physical sensations and passionate emotions.
The men disappeared as she walked alone across the warm sand, moving slowly and staring out across the gray water, letting her mind drift while she focused on the physical sensations. She had no specific thoughts she wanted to think the water swallowed up what thoughts came to her. She stopped and took off her top. She had a delicious urge to walk back to the men on the beach and undress completely in front of them, to see what they would do.
The idea tickled her.