New Release Excerpt (XXX)
G. Gregory is new on Silk's Vault and kicks off his debue release with a hot little sizzler titled "Safari Tuesday". In this hot little number the reader is dropped into the head and heart of a very naughty woman on the prowl. Equipped with an unquenchable lust and a license to hunt on Tuesdays she is poised to cull another weak man out of the herd of unsuspecting soccer dads. He'll not be weak in the physical sense - no way. She wants the strong ones. She wants the ones with the power to overcome her little game of seduction and take from her exactly what she wants to give. Through this power game of dominance followed by feigned submission, she takes what she wants most.
She's a predator. Dressed to seduce and very, very hungry. It's not all about pleasing raw sexual urges...but then...how could it be about anything else? For her it's about the hunt; running down selected male prey to satisfy her time to feed. After all, it is not just a Tuesday - it's a Safari Tuesday.
Here's a brief excerpt for you from "Safari Tuesday".
The click of the turn signal indicator was the only sound that could be heard as the CD player changed discs. She had forgotten what was next, after all there were five more in the machine, or was it nine? No matter, there were plenty. She lived amongst plenty – the best of everything. He provided all that for her. Everything. Well…almost everything. She had loneliness too, and unfortunately, plenty of it. But then it was Tuesday, and Tuesdays were for taking care of loneliness. Tuesdays were for hunting – foraging for Fuck.
The soft, sexy sounds of Luther Vandross filled the minivan. For her, Luther was sex. Every time she heard his music she was reminded of it. She wanted it – needed it. Smooth and silky. Hard with implications of slow, deep penetration – that endless kind of fucking when it doesn’t matter if you live or die. Few artists prompted her body to respond like he did, coaxing liquid desire to form along the edges of her sex. She squirmed in her seat as a familiar ache teased the emptiness between her legs. Nipples pressed hard against her sports bra, as Luther and his perfect lips sung softly, brushing the baby soft hairs on her cunt. God, how she despised that word. It was so obscene. But then, it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays she had a cunt – a perfect, aching cunt that had been meticulously groomed desirably short – Tuesday short.
Being a once weekly predator was exciting. It granted her a sense of personal power and confidence. Her body wasn’t perfect. Two kids and nigh on forty years had seen to that. To be exact, she was only thirty-eight, and those years had not been as hard on her as with some of her friends. Still, admitting to being close to forty was just short of sacrilege. That milestone was another two very long years down the road. She was softer where younger women were firm, but she was soft in the right places. Her curves were intact, and long dancer legs still went all the way up. The tiny wrinkles that framed her eyes and lingered at the corners of her mouth had been earned by frequent use of a drop dead, sexy smile. They added character to her beauty. They embellished her power. And she could feel it building – momentum for the hunt.
It amused her when she thought about prowling for a man who had no idea he'd soon be getting hard for her. Here she was, a middle-aged, ex-soccer mom, out trolling for a penis. What amused her was the way she played the role of both bait and captor. The men she seduced, for the most part, never had a chance. They could have said no, but rarely did. When men thought they were in charge and taking what they desired, she was actually the one consuming them, feeding on the lust she urged into the delicious hardness she craved. It could be argued it was a mutual thing, but to her, it wasn’t about mutual. There was no sharing. She had one mission; feed the beast that lie awake inside of her. To quell the cravings of the beast she had to take what she needed without mercy and without remorse. Even in the instance when she had a strange man’s penis pushing against the back of her throat, she was the one in control. She fed on the rush – the sex of it all.
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My writing style is reflected well in this story. Whether it's satisfying a raging lust or sharing the deepest loving relationship, I attempt to evokes reactions that claim the attention of all your senses with sizzling sex scenes worth reading again with someone special between the sheets. If you like to "feel" a story as well as read it, you may just like what I do for the reader.
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My best regards,
G. Gregory
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