Friday Afternoon
by Sylvia
Ryan
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Release Date: September 2, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 30,000 words/100
pages
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Description:
Before kids and the responsibility of life,
Levi and I shared a spontaneous, erotic, and deliciously deviant marriage. But
the years transformed what we had into something comfortable and worn. It hurts
me to think his desire for me has cooled. I miss that look of his. Slightly
evil and totally hot, like he wanted to devour me. Haven’t seen it in ages.
When I first married Mia, she submitted to
every one of my erotic needs. Then came the children. With little complaint, I
abandoned my pursuit of kink, content to be married to a beautiful, intelligent
woman who’s a great mother to our twins. Out of the blue, Mia confesses she
misses the intimacy in our marriage, misses the sex. After this enticing
revelation, my plan to reconnect with her unfolds.
In our secret, kinky, Friday afternoon
meetings I’m going to give her everything she wants and take everything I need.
Will this be the answer to fixing our marriage?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the
age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including
BDSM/light bondate) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some
readers.
Excerpt:
After all
these years of sex being an afterthought, first for her and then, because of
the gradual acceptance of how things were, for me, too, I’d stopped looking a
long time ago for the signs and signals indicating Mia might be interested in
returning back to sexual practices we shared before the twins were born.
Early on in
our marriage, our love was incandescent, glowing hot and bright. Mia was thesun
and, to my eyes, everything else paled to a dull gray in comparison to the
vivid elation lifeheld when she was near.
Our sex was
explosive. With her, I felt completely safe exposing my somewhat shady and
highly explicit sexual needs. She blindly followed my lead headlong into
questionable and kinky practices, always open to anything I introduced to her.
Shit, my cock
gets hard just remembering it. I stop to adjust myself before returning to my
snow removal.
I smile at the
memories rising to the conscious part of my brain. She was the perfect woman
for me. But it was never the same between us after the girls were born. At
first I waited, holding back and ignoring our sexual needs. Mia barely kept her
head above water with twins and a full-time job. Back then I paid close
attention, looking for any indication she was ready, anticipating the moment
we’d return to the sizzling lust once burning between us.
I never saw
it.
With our new
family, the dynamics within our home changed. The balance of power between Mia
and I shifted. She was “in charge” of the kids, the home and by default, our
sex life. She had a lot on her plate.
Then the
months stacked and became years. After so much time of almost nonexistent in
quantity and vanilla in quality sex, I stopped looking for the signs we’d ever
return. The little sex we’ve had since the twins were born hasn’t held my
attention much, and I stopped wondering if she cared years ago. After years of
withstanding the bubbling need to dominate Mia like I used to, the urge
gradually faded.
I stop pushing
the heavy, wet snow and lean against the shovel to catch my breath. The warm
air from my lungs creates wispy clouds as I exhale hard fast breaths. I take a
moment to experience the wonder of the utterly black sky dotted with stars and
the silent peace of the moment.
I love Mia and
I’ve never cheated. But I’ve thought about it. Only someone with the knowledge
of what it feels like to live this way for a long time can come to understand
the thought processes of people who are unfaithful to their spouses. My guess
is most of the time, the cheater loves their partner. They only do it for the
thrill, the excitement of new sex with a new person. It’s the anticipation of
the forbidden act, the rush of brushing bare skin against someone new, the
desperate I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-you kisses as clothes fly off and bodies surge
toward the bed that captures a person’s interest.
I grip the
handle to my shovel and begin pushing snow again.
Now she’s
ready. It’s time to take back my role within our marriage.
This is it.
It’s my time. No, it’s our time again after so many years. I’m going to do
everything possible to be the man I long to be both in and out of the bedroom.
I feel
twenty-five again. I savor the power rushing through me at remembering the slow
progression of Mia’s training all those years ago. It’s potent. Jesus. The
comfortable mental slip back into that man feels totally natural. I recognize,
maybe with the first truly clear head I’ve had on this subject for years,
precisely how stunted we’ve become.
There’s nobody
to blame but me. She took on so much. The least I could have done was ensure we
didn’t land here, where we are today.
I push my last
strip of snow and walk back toward the house, drawing in a clean breath of air
and blowing it out.
It feels like
I’ve been freed.
I’m going to give her everything she wants, and take everything I
need.
About the Author:
Sylvia lives the life of a
run-of-the-mill wife, mother, and professional in Midwest Suburbia, USA
When she gets the chance to
shed the prim and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret
identity, Sylvia Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas
in extraordinary settings for her readers to remember long after the book has
been read. Her dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into
tangible works of erotic fantasy for others’ secret identities to enjoy.
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