My name is Alessia, and I write about sex. Sometimes it's pretty sex. Sometimes it's... not. I write about sex because I'm sick of preachy people using it to control others by turning it into something shameful. Sex is a crucible. It's a prayer, a celebration, an affirmation, and a motivation.
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Take one part Appalachian redneck, one part aging wet dream, and one part filthy-minded wordsmith. Mix well and serve with chocolate-covered cherries. There you have the one and only Alessia Brio. Alessia writes all colors and flavors of erotica, from heterosexual to ménage to same sex, and from twisted to humorous to deeply touching. Her work has earned her critical acclaim in the form of an EPIC eBook Award for Best Erotica (fine flickering hungers), two EPIC eBook Awards for Best Erotica Anthology (Coming Together: Against the Odds & Coming Together: Into the Light), two Next Generation Indie Book Awards for Best Erotica (Coming Together: For the Cure & Squeeze Play with Will Belegon), and a Romantic Times Top Pick (Coming Together: For the Cure) in addition to a plethora of glowing online reviews.
I wasn’t sure where this was going but it was a sweet little erotic tale of a woman, Chloe, waiting for her man, Jack, to show up for a vacation getaway. Jack is late and probably wasn’t going to make it cause of a flight delay so Chloe took advantage of leaving a party and finding her own solace in the ocean further down the beach by skinny dipping. But lo and behold Jack shows up and we get a felacio palate of a blow job in the making.
Picture this, a pleasantly warm evening on a Jamaican beach when the sun has just dipped under the clear blue sea and a group of people surround a bonfire in the sand. The reggae music emanating from the assemblage pushes the sphere farther than the heat of the fire. Chloe, a tourist on vacation, retreats from the cluster of strangers and walks down the beach. When she is at a distance that she can reasonably assume that she would remain unseen from the others, she slowly removes her sarong and then her swimsuit leaving her completely naked and basking in the fresh breeze of the dying day. Her mind is filled with thoughts of Jack. They were supposed to be here together but he had not yet arrived. As she walked slowly deeper into the warm Caribbean Sea her thoughts are on Jack. The warm water creeping up her thighs and touching the pubis and indecent