By Stephie Walls
This is a journey through love…the love of self, love of a friend, and sometimes love is ugly, messy —destructive.
My name is Bastian Thames…and this is my story.
Amazon CA: https://goo.gl/LVn4wZ
Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/ttPqI3
Amazon AU: https://goo.gl/GNHzCr
I allow her to explore while I enjoy the feeling of an intimate touch again. Palming my chest with her hands, her fingers run through the hair, trailing down to the top of my jeans. Her touch is soft, complaisant, gentle. Adding her mouth to the mix, she begins to pepper my skin with delicate kisses, first at my neck as she works her way down my chest. I don’t realize she undoes my jeans until they fall from my ass to the floor, pooling at my feet. I kick my shoes off, stepping out of the puddle of fabric. Her caress suggests something familiar. With no face attached to my aggressor, I can imagine her to be whomever I choose. Oddly, it’s not Sylvie behind my closed lids lighting up my imagination but Sera. Unwilling to allow her that head space, knowing she chooses another man, I force my eyes open to see the woman in front of me, going down on her knees.
She has a serious addiction to anything Coach and would live on Starbucks if she could get away with it. She’s slightly enamored with Charlie Hunnam and Sons of Anarchy and is a self-proclaimed foodie. An avid reader who averages around three hundred novels a year and wishes she had time to read more.
She currently works full-time in the Greenville area and fill her "extra" time (haha) with reading anything she can get her hands on and writing contemporary romance novels with a hint of erotica.