Sorry I’ve been non-present — school year beginning and…
And I have a new story — the next of my Juliet stories. Which you folks helped us choose the cover for!
And it’s almost ready to be released, and I’ve spent the morning listening to the audiobook (voiced again by the wonderful Mary Cyn), and I’m very, very excited.
So here’s a sneak preview of the audiobook:
Sexual initiation (Audiobook/Ebook Trailer)
And for those of you who like reading to be… you know… reading, here’s the words:
If anything ever felt like a sexual initiation, it was that first time that Ken ate me. […] Before he’d even made it all of the way up my thigh, I could already tell that the trip that his tongue, teeth, lips, and fingers were going to send me on was going to be way beyond my realm of experience.
Stout Cortez first seeing the Pacific had nothing on this.
Trying to talk about sex is funny: using words to describe experiences that are (for me, at least) intensely non-verbal. From the moment that Ken’s lips touched my lips, the whole memory is a wash of sensory impressions. Pulling. Friction. Wetness. Pressure, building steadily. Heat.
I can’t tell you what he did that first time, or how he did it. Later experiences, sure, maybe — I can at least try.
All I know is that the whole time-stopped, earth-moved thing? It’s real.
I know this too: I had brought myself to hundreds or maybe even thousands of orgasms before Ken touched my cunt that night.
But that was the very first time that I experienced an orgasm as the Little Death, the way the Elizabethans called it. The French still call it that, or so Jonathon tells me.
When I re-inhabited my body, I was sprawled on the sofa, my legs splayed over Ken’s shoulders.
He was kissing his way leisurely up my belly….
Let me know what you think; I’ll let you know when it’s available!