January has flown by. We here in the cold and blowy north of Ontario have had a heck of a winter. Just like when I was a kid. I can truly, honestly say that if Old Man Winter stopped by to ask me for some hot cocoa or stronger, I’d hold him hostage until he cut the crap on this winter business. I’ve. Had. Enough.
Okay, I admit this picture is pretty. Taken after the Great Ice Storm of Christmas 2013 at Fairy Lake, Acton, Ontario. Brrrr.
I envy Lexi in the sunny warm south. With nary a snowflake to be found. Warmth, sun, sand, turquoise waters and swaying palms. Paradise with a capitol P.
But, if you want to get yourself heated up a little bit I have the perfect suggestion. Four For The Show. My newest release. It’s hot, has three very sexy men paying all kinds of attention to our lucky heroine. Plus there are some surprises that I won’t spoil for you.
Have you ever wanted to watch or be watched? :)
Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué. The idea of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe to not be able to keep their hands off each other.
Inside Scoop: In addition to being with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.
I chewed my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?
I widened my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep breath as I positioned the curser over the words. Before I could change my mind, I highlighted, right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.
Get hot and wet @desireafterdark Friday night w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen
My heart pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I hit Send then laced my fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin on them. How long would it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right now I was dying to know what he’d say.
We were fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a couple. We’d met a few months ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right away. Our chemistry was almost uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was fucking unbelievable. We’d just clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were not a forever couple and had made it clear to each other right off the top. It wasn’t as if there were anything wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and knew all my buttons. He’d be a perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
One thing we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t even talked fantasies or desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect time to start. Holy shit. Well, this email would certainly separate the men from the boys.
Spectator sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really given it thought before, but a little twizzle of excitement made me catch my breath. It meant we could go without any self-imposed pressure of having to join into any groups. Sit in the back. Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.
I sat up when a new message announced its arrival into my inbox with a ping. That was quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if that were any indication, I knew exactly what his answer would be.
Clicking the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s going out to party tonight!
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