| Author: | Autumn Seave | ISBN: | 9781310594359 |
| Publisher: | Autumn Seave | Publication: | January 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Autumn Seave |
| ISBN: | 9781310594359 |
| Publisher: | Autumn Seave |
| Publication: | January 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
This 3800 word short story is graphic and intended for audiences 18+ only!
Teaser:
So, after almost a week of obsessing about the Prince I’ve finally found out who he is. I got a hold of Fitz a couple days ago and he said his name was Jaron. As soon as he said the name, all sorts of memories started coming back to me. I remembered that Jaron and I had had not only that one night together but quite a few nights. I don’t know how I blocked all that out. It made me wonder if perhaps I’d had too many sexual experiences if I was starting to forget about some of them. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.
Mostly what I remembered was what an incredibly great lover he was. He could be incredibly tender and sweet one moment and then domineering and demanding the next. He had a way of making me want him before he even touched me. But he had a great sense of humor, too, and whether we were in bed (together or with others) or just hanging out, he could make me laugh uninhibitedly, like I did when I was a kid.
Fitz wouldn’t give me Jaron’s phone number but he said that he wanted us to come and look at the proofs this week anyway so he’d invite Jaron and I to come at the same time. I could ask him for his number myself if I wanted.
Did having a name to my obsession make anything any easier? No, of course not. Now I just knew more specifically who I couldn’t stop think about. Every night I dreamt about him. It was disturbing. Not the fact that I was dreaming about him but the content of those dreams.
This 3800 word short story is graphic and intended for audiences 18+ only!
Teaser:
So, after almost a week of obsessing about the Prince I’ve finally found out who he is. I got a hold of Fitz a couple days ago and he said his name was Jaron. As soon as he said the name, all sorts of memories started coming back to me. I remembered that Jaron and I had had not only that one night together but quite a few nights. I don’t know how I blocked all that out. It made me wonder if perhaps I’d had too many sexual experiences if I was starting to forget about some of them. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.
Mostly what I remembered was what an incredibly great lover he was. He could be incredibly tender and sweet one moment and then domineering and demanding the next. He had a way of making me want him before he even touched me. But he had a great sense of humor, too, and whether we were in bed (together or with others) or just hanging out, he could make me laugh uninhibitedly, like I did when I was a kid.
Fitz wouldn’t give me Jaron’s phone number but he said that he wanted us to come and look at the proofs this week anyway so he’d invite Jaron and I to come at the same time. I could ask him for his number myself if I wanted.
Did having a name to my obsession make anything any easier? No, of course not. Now I just knew more specifically who I couldn’t stop think about. Every night I dreamt about him. It was disturbing. Not the fact that I was dreaming about him but the content of those dreams.
