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93 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2013
I could have a purely sexual relationship, one where we connect solely to fuck and aren't required to engage in all the other niceties of a formal relationship
Personally, I’d rather we skipped the small talk and got straight to the fucking. He seemed like a nice guy and I was sure he could chat me up as well as anyone, but why bother? We didn’t meet online for dating and time with the family.
“when I woke up alone Sunday morning, I. . .well, I didn't like it. And I was surprised by that." He folded my hand carefully between both of his and looked at me so sincerely I almost ran from the room. Shit shit shit.
I' m not asking for more. But I'm telling you I'm open to it.”
Personally, I’d rather we skipped the small talk and got straight to the fucking. He seemed like a nice guy and I was sure he could chat me up as well as anyone, but why bother? We didn’t meet online for dating and time with the family.
I knew exactly where I wanted to start and it didn’t involve words beyond the occasional Oh, God! And Yes, right there!
Wasn’t the woman supposed to beg for more while the man remained emotionally distant? Apparently I was dating a girl. A really hot girl with sexy man parts and chiseled abs, but a girl nonetheless. Fuck my life.
The car slid to a stop and the doors opened. An elderly couple entered and he stepped away from me. His face colored slightly and I stifled a giggle in my hand. This man had written, in explicit detail, all the debauched things he wanted to do to my body, but the thought of being busted by other people made him respond like a school boy.
My relationship with Luca was turning out to be more fun than I expected. We had some very specific, very kinky fantasies that we wanted to play out and we’d agreed to do it together. That we were both learning the roles we wanted to play made it that much more endearing. We were in kinky sex kindergarten together.
The words Luca used for the introductions were standard and simple. The reaction it evoked in me was not. He spoke my name with reverence, with pride, and with possession. And emotion in his voice made me warm in forgotten places. Not just in sexy, oh-yeah-right-there places, but also in the neglected cracks and crevices around my heart.