A summer fling stays hot despite the dropping temperatures. Snow is falling in New York City, but London’s calling for our two lovers as they strip over Skype and share their dirty fantasies. Kissing through the pixels is a little awkward, kinda funny, but ultimately leads to a sweet night of passion.
Excerpt:
The Skype icon beckoned me….I clicked it on, and there he was. What was he doing loitering online at this time of night? My math was never good, but it was at least 5 AM in London….I willed him to message me. I fingered myself while staring at the screen, believing somehow he had to sense my presence in the ether, hanging there and wanting him so hard, my desire transmittable through the ether.
It always blows my mind to touch the inside of my own body. It makes me feel like Carl Sagan or something. I want to wax rhapsodic about my own cunt and how unlikely and bizarre it is that our cells came together to create such elegant and complicated organs that swell with blood and feel like hot velvet, the eccentric grooves and bumps and softer spots of the inner walls, the way my lips look pillowy and sleepy-looking when I’m most aroused. Knowing that the people I have sex with feel the same kind of awe at touching this thing I have between my legs makes me understand myself as a sexual, desirable being. Then I understand why wars are fought over desire and power.
A window popped up with a message from him.
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Reviews:
“Louise Lagris does a great job getting the reader right into the action with clever, fun, sexy writing.” – Jon Pressick
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