Take a Trip with Ash

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Dirty Little Trip (available from www.extasybooks.com on July 1, 2009) is the next story in my continuing Dirty Little stories series. In this short story, Bobby Joe’s estranged wife is having a hard time since he left her to deal with the house and kids. She’s turned to chocolate for comfort and her dreams of a handsome devil for escape. Here’s the blurb and excerpt. Enjoy!
Bound by a handsome devil and silken desire, there's no place she'd rather be.
Her family and self-esteem in tatters, Mary Jane has turned to chocolate for comfort. But when a dark handsome stranger comes into her life and eases her pain through pleasure she finds herself giving up one addiction for another.
~ Excerpt ~
I had another dream about him, my tall dark stranger, who comes to me in the night and takes away my pain and sadness…I stood about ready to enter my car, my eyes transfixed on the man, panther sleek, black hair, eyes, clothes. A gust of wind blew through the trees surrounding the modest establishment. His black trench coat flapped in the breeze but not one ebony hair on his head or in his goatee moved. A metal chain clinked against the lone gas pump. A street lamp behind him flickered. His approach seemed to skip and jump. One moment the crunch of gravel beneath his feet indicated he was a distance away. The next he had gained several feet then he was near. Soon, all that separated us was the car door. Thank God for that.
It’s like he reaches out and surrounds me in soft, thick angel wings to protect and comfort me. But his soothing presence has an underlying edge, a magnetic virility that terrifies me. I can sense his intentions and they are oh so bad, so deliciously wrong. He penetrates me with his dark-eyed gaze. I start breathing, heavy and fast like I’ve been running from something, to something. I’m not sure. His steady attention invades my soul and I can’t hide, not from him. He seems to know my innermost thoughts and secrets. The strange ease I feel around him includes a deep sense of longing. He makes me feel wanted and beautiful again, makes me feel like a woman who is desired above all else, sensations long absent in my waking world. I want to touch him, feel his large hands stroking my skin. I crave the strength, the wanton passion, he exudes. I think about him all the time, find myself wanting to sleep whenever I can just to catch a glimpse of him, learn his name, feel his caress. I lust after him when I’m awake too. I feel like I’m going slowly but surely insane with the want of him.
For information on my other Dirty Little stories, please visit: http://themanyshades.blogspot.com/2009/03/such-dirty-little-stories.html