How goes it, 69ers? Everyone enjoying their summer, or winter, if you happen to live below Mother Earth’s waist? I’m sorry for the radio silence but I’ve been vacationing with the family now that Hubby finally has some time off.
June and July were Take Your Kids To Work Day, every day, at Casa Dita. I’ve been doing the working mom thing on steroids, so you bet I’ve been looking forward to August. I promised myself I would focus on family and friends, and family and friends only. They deserve it. I’ve earned it. And where’s my head at on this fine summer day?
On Perpetual Pleasure and release day, only three weeks away. On promo and writing and projects that have been on hold or moving at the speed of slugs on Valium for weeks. On the fact that in seven days, the kids will be back in school and I’ll be able to pick up where I left off in early June and resume my raunchy office romance. (Dad, you might want to stop reading now. Yes, I do mean with your son-in-law so put the phone down, you’re ruining this.)
I had to smile at Cassandre’s post yesterday. It was a tight smile, a forced one, because summer is quickies. Summer is stealth sex. Summer is the constant possibility of interruption. Summer is a prelude to fall, gearing up, leisurely looking through what’s new at selected adult toy stores. Build-up. A teaser trailer where all the sex you’re not having flashes through your mind, courses through your body and does it’s damage: leaves you wanting.
Summer is torture for someone who really likes their bedplay, someone who likes to take things nice and slow and thorough, someone who, when they want a little hardcore with their gentle, likes to get vocal and verbal. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I don’t even want to know what they say about abstinence. I say that in marriage at least, it’s the pits. I say it makes Dita a very restless, cranky girl. I don’t stand well on two feet, I need three: spiritual sustenance, food for thought and physical activity, and I don’t mean just sports.
So. Next week, when you’re sitting at work, taking a break and having coffee, I’m taking full advantage of a kid-free house and having my hot man from the cold, who, as fate would so happily have it, works the oddest of hours, is often home during the day, and more than happy to be my afternoon delight and steamy office affair. What? As if you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. You would? You are? Good for you! Highly recommended, skipping coffee and other substances for something infinitely more healthy and energizing. And I’m a fitness enthusiast, but workout breaks just aren’t the same, are they?
Can’t wait for release! Day. Can’t wait for release day, which is August 31st. For instant gratification, there’s Alex Rising, and since August’s theme here at the blog is vacations, I chose the sexcerpt accordingly. Enjoy!
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An Excerpt From: ALEX RISING
Copyright © DITA PARKER, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Tristan and Danny had been as close as brothers, as close as Alex was with his twin sister. It figured they would love the same woman. Danny had tried to hide it. He had managed to for a while. But with time, the more Tristan talked about Lin, the less Danny commented until it seemed he wanted to be nowhere near when the subject of wives and girlfriends was brought up. Alex knew a self-defense move when he saw one.
Danny must have felt like a lucky bastard when Tristan had approached him and offered him the possibility of being with Lin. But luck hadn’t been on their side the day both men had died. And Alex didn’t think Tristan had been thinking of Lin. He had only been thinking of himself. He had won the wager and now Alex and Lin would pay the cost.
Letting Lin settle, Alex looked at the photographs sitting in their colorful frames on a dark wooden drawer by the wall. He zeroed in on one of Lin sandwiched between Tristan and Danny, Lin facing Tristan and holding on to him, Danny glued to her back and holding on to them both.
“The two of you look so much alike you could have been brothers. Is that why you chose him? To make it easier on yourself and Lin? I know you didn’t even have to twist his arm. It was the worst-kept secret in the team that he lusted after her, you know.”
“Yes, Tristan?” No time like the present to let the cat out of the bag, Alex decided, even if he had to drag it out by the tail.
“If we’re going to do this, let’s at least be honest about things. She might not have known, but you guys did a terrible job pretending you didn’t notice Danny had a hard-on for her. Remember that topless picture of Lin sunbathing?”
“Tristan!” Lin gasped.
“Oh don’t worry, sweetie. He never meant to show it to anyone, but he kind of misplaced it. I found Danny jacking off with it.”
“Oh god.” Her hands flew to her ears.
“It’s okay. It’s in a safe place. In fact, you can have it back now.” He dug out his wallet and took out his favorite pinup to date.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I’ve had it all this time. I threatened to tell you if he didn’t let me confiscate it. It was wrong of him to take it in the first place.”
“It was even worse of you to keep it.” Murder and mayhem sounded out in Tristan’s words.
“It’s a very nice picture.”
Lin took the picture he now offered and slapped it facedown on the coffee table without even stealing a glance. She remembered the day it had been taken. It had been their first trip abroad together and the first time they’d had sex outdoors.
The bungalow had been secluded and they had taken full advantage of its private location. She had been sunbathing topless when Tristan had turned the camera on her and asked her to strike her best pinup pose. She had done his bidding, he had taken the picture, put the camera away then asked if she’d like to take the bikini bottom off too. She had dared him to do it himself.
He had sat at the edge of the lounger and put his hand on the tiny triangle of fabric. He had massaged her mound lightly then asked her to open her legs a little wider. She had been wet and ready for him as he’d slipped his hand between bare skin and thin cloth and gone for her clit and slit with added pressure. She had tried to breathe evenly.She had meant to tease him until he dragged her indoors and took her. It had been Tristan doing all the teasing instead with his fingers on her pussy, rubbing her until she’d writhed.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take these off?” he’d asked.
“Uh-huh,” had been her breathless answer, her eyes closed tight in pleasure beneath her sunglasses. Tristan had pushed a finger inside her, slow and sensuous, monitoring every breath she’d drawn. He had pulled out languidly to add another finger. He’d started driving into her pussy in long, steady strokes, gliding in the moisture that betrayed how damn hot he made her. And she’d ridden his fingers. She had countered his thrusts and fucked him back.
“They’re staying on then?” he’d asked silkily before he’d begun working harder inside her creaming cunt.
“Yes,” was all she remembered wheezing.
“Keep them on then.” His voice had turned husky, the silky tone gone. So were his fingers as the sun suddenly clouded. Tristan had climbed onto the sunbed with her, taken her under him and pushed the thong bikini aside. If she had thought his fingers had felt fine teasing her pussy, his cock pushing into her next had been absolutely fantastic.
He had fucked her wildly, driving pleasure into her as he drew cries out of her until she was coming hard and shouting even harder. She had forgotten to care they were outside. Nothing but the blue skies and the ocean to watch them, no one but Tristan to hear her, and before the trip was over she had willingly taken those bikinis or her dress off for him many more times under the sun and the moon.