Harrold lives an empty life. He has no joy in his marriage, no love of his work. His only reprieve is found at the hands of the whores, the ones he pays to beat and debase him. Upon being accepted into Blue Moon House, he learns the real cost for his desires, and what underlying need is really aching to be filled.
Excerpt from Gentleman:
It was late when he stumbled into the bedchamber. Veronica had trimmed the lamp, but the soft glow showed her delicate features, even more lovely in sleep. No frowns, no pinched lips, just the beautiful girl he had been happy to marry.
Kneeling by the bed, he kissed the tip of her nose and her forehead. Once undressed, he didn’t bother with a nightshirt, curling up behind her and sliding one arm under her pillow. The other rested on her belly. Despite tiredness and the need to be in the office tomorrow, Harrold couldn’t sleep. His hand felt the seam in Veronica’s dressing gown, fiddled with the lace hem, brushed the skin underneath. He teased so carefully, so lightly, that she hadn’t woken by the time he touched the hair on her sex.
Surprised, he paused, but aside from a snuffle and shifting slightly onto her back, Veronica gave no indication of noticing him.
He combed his fingers through her hair, astonished by the slight dampness he’d never felt there before. She seemed to respond to his touch viscerally but didn’t wake.
Eventually, he was dragging his fingers up and down that moist slit, listening to her breathing become less even and inhaling her musk. Her breasts rose and fell in shaking heaps.
She woke with a groan. “What? How? Harrold?” The last was exasperated.
“Yes?” He didn’t see any need for shame. She had been enjoying it. To prove his point, he slid his finger over her clitoris. Her eyes fluttered before focusing again.
“That might be…good, but don’t…think of…” she was having trouble making her point.
“Just relax,” Harrold suggested, becoming very slightly rougher in his handling, faster. His fingers slid lower and dipped into her.
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Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies. She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog (http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com). She is active on Facebook (http://facebook.com/authorangelicadawson) and Twitter (@angelicadawson). She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.