| Author: | Angela Rose | ISBN: | 9781310982477 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose | Publication: | February 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Angela Rose |
| ISBN: | 9781310982477 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose |
| Publication: | February 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
After getting stuck in a plummeting elevator, a husband, disgruntled with his prosaic suburban existence, takes a walk on the wild side. Follow his adventures as he joins a seedy, hypersexual underground subculture of people who use accidents and the raw sexual energy they produce to revitalize his sex life with his wife.
I stopped then and allowed her to get up off my lap. She had a single tear in the corner of her dark eyes and was staring at me intently. “How could you do that to me?” she asked with a crack in her voice. But I didn’t feel guilty and I wasn’t going to let her manipulate me into feeling remorse. She could have went with me tonight and listened to how I feel over a beautiful candle-lit dinner. This was the choice she made. Karen slowly got up off the bed and stood in front of the dresser mirror. I watched her raise her nightgown up and turn to the side to inspect her newly forming bruises.
After getting stuck in a plummeting elevator, a husband, disgruntled with his prosaic suburban existence, takes a walk on the wild side. Follow his adventures as he joins a seedy, hypersexual underground subculture of people who use accidents and the raw sexual energy they produce to revitalize his sex life with his wife.
I stopped then and allowed her to get up off my lap. She had a single tear in the corner of her dark eyes and was staring at me intently. “How could you do that to me?” she asked with a crack in her voice. But I didn’t feel guilty and I wasn’t going to let her manipulate me into feeling remorse. She could have went with me tonight and listened to how I feel over a beautiful candle-lit dinner. This was the choice she made. Karen slowly got up off the bed and stood in front of the dresser mirror. I watched her raise her nightgown up and turn to the side to inspect her newly forming bruises.
