Summer Shadows

by S.M. Leonard

"Summer and sex and all things youthful ..." The last time Jack saw Kayla, the daughter of his best friend, she was a chubby tween with a penchant for old romantic movies. Now, six years later, she has grown into a beautiful young woman with the tastes and skills of a sexual gourmand. Back in his hometown for a week-long vacation, he is equally horrified and thrilled when she decides to seduce him in his sleep. Angry and intent that it will never happen again he is nevertheless taken off his guard by her undeniable charm and vulnerability. Torn between his desire for this girl and his friendship with her father, whilst overshadowed by the demise of his own marriage, he feels unable to commit to any single course of action. Nothing is the way he remembers it anymore. Even his friend's demeanor seems odd enough to suggest a hidden agenda. As his ambivalence leads him into a series of ever wilder erotic encounters, he is forced to come face-to-face with a terrible past event that changed his life forever. "Summer Shadows" casts light on the difficult ethical choices people must make in the heat of overwhelming circumstances. Sexy, funny and touchingly human, it follows the eccentric path of Jack and his friends as they stumble together into a future unlike anything they could have foreseen. For mature readers only.

113 pages, Kindle Edition

First published July 26, 2014

About the author

Men love sex. Okay, obvious statement. Men love reading. Not so obvious. Women are responsible for the largest percentage of book sales in this country. Men love reading about sex. The least obvious statement of all. We are said to be visual creatures. We prefer porn if we like our sex mediated at all. Photographic and videographic pornography is mostly the province of men the way erotica is mostly the province of women. Never the twain shall meet, right? I don't think so. Majorities are simply statistical averages, trending peaks at a given moment in time. They neither represent immutable laws of nature nor account for the rich diversity of human personality. I am a man. I enjoy sex, reading, and reading about sex, not always in that order. There are other men like me, men for whom reading is a sensual pleasure in its own right. When merged with the erotic desires that course through our blood and flesh we are excited and enhanced in our enjoyment of all the delights of this world. We don't necessarily want literature; sometimes the demands of literate reading are not in accord with our weary minds at the end of a work day. We just want something smart enough to not be a distraction but sexy enough to get our senses humming; to wake us up before we fall into the exhausted sleep of the daily grind. This is why I write: to reach out to other men like myself, longing for something more, and explore the connection between the realities we are all too aware of and the fantasies that float at the edge of our hopes. I write to improve men's sexual lives, whether solo or with others, and to help relieve the pressures we all face without judgment. Most of all I write for fun. Sex should be fun, right? So here it is, guys; literary pornography written just for you, from a man's point of view. Enjoy. Let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you.