June 18th, 2010
I’m really looking forward to my July 21 release with Resplendence Publishing, New York Fairytale! This story was inspired by the real life adventures, and fantasies, of a friend, and this story was a gift to her. It’s great to see it coming out soon. And look at the great cover:
“Have you been to the museum before?” she asked.
He had been only once before, when Marvinia had donated an important Stone-Age figurine found just outside a remote mountain village. Still, Ronnie didn’t need to know the exact circumstances, did she?
“Yes, however I’ve not been able to see the entirety of the collections. Do you have a favorite wing?”
She laughed lightly, staring up at the high ceiling of the museum’s entryway. “To tell you the truth, I’ve always been a sucker for the Egyptian stuff. You know, the allure of the desert and all that. I suppose it’s corny, but I can just see myself as a dancer in some parade honoring an animal-headed god, or better yet, a princess being fanned by harem boys in loincloths.” She flashed him a toothy grin and he couldn’t help but laugh again.
The life in this woman enthralled him. From her brilliant brown eyes and blue-streaked hair to the playful red sneakers she wore on her feet, she embraced liveliness in a way he craved. He too could imagine her in the Hotel Oberoi outside of Cairo, surrounded by exotic embroidered silks and intricate furniture inlaid with mother-of-pearl, the remains of a sumptuous feast laid out before them. Through the gauzy curtains on the balcony, the plains of Giza and the pyramids dominated the landscape. A warm breeze rustled those curtains, teasing with the sounds and scents of the edge of civilization. Instead of harem boys, he was the one who would be worshipping her, kneeling over her back, rubbing perfumed massage oil into her skin as she moaned softly, his cock growing hard against the cleft of her ass.
Rudy shifted uncomfortably, that vivid image having too much of an effect on his cock in the here and now. He coughed and finally answered her, his voice considerably deeper. “Yes, somehow I could picture you very happy in Egypt.”
Her eyes flickered down to the bulge in his trousers and she raised one eyebrow. Not saying another word, she led him straight toward the Egyptian wing.
It was certainly an impressive collection. Well laid out and diverse, and less intimidating than the mad jumble he remembered from the Cairo Museum he’d visited in his youth. There were some of the finest pieces Egyptian art in the world, from graceful furniture to brilliant blue faience carvings, golden jewelry to sarcophagi. And frankly, his mind was not on any of it.
The rooms were dimly lit, most likely to preserve the artifacts’ remaining color, nevertheless it was difficult not to imagine what he’d like to do in the semi-privacy afforded in the small, dark galleries full of ancient art. There were fine vases of blushing alabaster, and all they made him think of was how badly he wanted to see Ronnie’s breasts—to see if her nipples were the same shade of pink.
There were carved and painted tablets of the goddess Isis astride her husband Osiris, “reviving” him so to speak, and Rudy could only wince as his cock twitched. Forget the combined efforts of Eton and Oxford and years in the mind-numbing, protocol-heavy salons of the rich and respectable of Europe. Rudy wanted to fuck the woman by his side so badly he could practically taste her – damn he wanted to taste her!
Finally in a corner room filled with marble sphinxes standing silent guard, he could take no more. Her half-heard wry commentary stopped abruptly as he spun her into his arms and kissed her. He felt not a moment of resistance or false shyness from her. To the contrary, her eager acceptance of his parted lips and the playful teasing of the tip of her tongue seemed to indicate she’d just been waiting for him to make his move. Immediately she clung to him, her hands sliding into his hair as his own hands worked under her coat, stroking over her ribcage as their tongues dueled.
He really didn’t know where this was coming from. The urge to pull her lower lip through his teeth. His growl in response to her soft moan of pleasure. Sex for him had been at best a release of tension and at worst a duty to procreate. His beautiful wife had been fake and cold. Sex had been a business transaction. A small string of lovers and discreet companions were just pleasant diversions from a life of duty. He thought he’d outgrown the need.
But with Ronnie, sex was like taming a wild beast. Or setting one free.