mind drifting…
“I was thinking about Sherry,” I confessed. At another time I had been on the other side of a desk just like this, as a publisher, and Sherry had been my secretary.
I thought about Sherry a lot. She had been the most perfect, the most wonderful lover of my life. Not just of the women I had spoken about in the first interview – Sherry had been the best of them all…
“Why?” Leticia asked, covering her mouth and keeping her voice low. “Why are you thinking about her?”
“Because she is the kind of woman who is hard to forget – the kind of woman that every man dreams of meeting. She was the lover who thrilled me more than any other…” I explained.
Leticia looked crestfallen – injured. “What about me…?” she asked.
I smiled, and then winked. “You and I haven’t slept together – yet,” I said.
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jonah and Leticia on the top of a Ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel reached the top of its turn… and then stopped.
The carriage Leticia and I were perched in rocked gently from side to side at the sudden brake, and then a soft summer breeze brushed warm against my cheek.
Leticia clutched at my hand. “What do we do now?” she asked, and there was a fleeting look of panic in her eyes.
I shrugged. “Nothing too strenuous!” I laughed. “But we’re certainly not going to waste the opportunity.”
Leticia looked puzzled for an instant, and then I leaned close and kissed her passionately. I kissed her with a fierce hunger that took her breath away and left us both panting. I felt her tremble. I slid my hand down until it was resting on her thigh. I could feel her shaking beneath the woolen material of her skirt.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said firmly, but my tone soothing and gentle.
Leticia pulled back from me and searched my face. Then she bowed her head, closed her eyes… and her thighs fell open to my touch.
“Good girl,” I said. I slid my hand beneath the hem of her skirt until I could feel the fabric of her panties and the heat that radiated through the gossamer silk. “Keep your eyes closed… and let your imagination run wild!”
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jonah and Leticia playing twister .
“It’s a children’s game,” I said sternly, “and I don’t play games.”
Leticia set the Twister mat out on the floor, and then pouted at me. She folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head to the side as though she were trying to see me in some different light.
“Sometimes you need to relax, Jonah. Twister is fun for all ages. It even says so on the box!”
I made a face. There was no way I was going to play a game for kids. At least not in the way Leticia expected.
Leticia spun a little dial and then looked at me. “I have to put my left hand on the yellow spot,” she said. She completed the move and looked up at me hopefully. She was bent at the waist like she was touching her toes. “Now it’s your turn.”
I crossed the floor, stood beside the mat. I picked up the little cardboard dial and crouched down until I was at Leticia’s eye level. I spun the wheel. “It says I have to put my hand on the pink spot….” I said meaningfully. I arched my eyebrows and a slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips.
Leticia shot me a wary glance. “There is no pink spot,” she said.
“Not on the board, there isn’t…” I said softly.
A note from Jason:
Twister?
By the time this scene suggestion appeared I was nearing the end of the tour. The ideas fro m readers were becoming crazier - and this may have been the craziest suggestion of them all. I chose the suggestion before I had any idea what I was going to write. At the last possible instant when I knew I had to wrap the scene up because of time limitations, I came up with a clever twister twist.
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
Jason Luke at Jonah Noble’s funeral.
The day they
“I was thinking about Sherry,” I confessed. At another time I had been on the other side of a desk just like this, as a publisher, and Sherry had been my secretary.
I thought about Sherry a lot. She had been the most perfect, the most wonderful lover of my life. Not just of the women I had spoken about in the first interview – Sherry had been the best of them all…
“Why?” Leticia asked, covering her mouth and keeping her voice low. “Why are you thinking about her?”
“Because she is the kind of woman who is hard to forget – the kind of woman that every man dreams of meeting. She was the lover who thrilled me more than any other…” I explained.
Leticia looked crestfallen – injured. “What about me…?” she asked.
I smiled, and then winked. “You and I haven’t slept together – yet,” I said.
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jonah and Leticia on the top of a Ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel reached the top of its turn… and then stopped.
The carriage Leticia and I were perched in rocked gently from side to side at the sudden brake, and then a soft summer breeze brushed warm against my cheek.
Leticia clutched at my hand. “What do we do now?” she asked, and there was a fleeting look of panic in her eyes.
I shrugged. “Nothing too strenuous!” I laughed. “But we’re certainly not going to waste the opportunity.”
Leticia looked puzzled for an instant, and then I leaned close and kissed her passionately. I kissed her with a fierce hunger that took her breath away and left us both panting. I felt her tremble. I slid my hand down until it was resting on her thigh. I could feel her shaking beneath the woolen material of her skirt.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said firmly, but my tone soothing and gentle.
Leticia pulled back from me and searched my face. Then she bowed her head, closed her eyes… and her thighs fell open to my touch.
“Good girl,” I said. I slid my hand beneath the hem of her skirt until I could feel the fabric of her panties and the heat that radiated through the gossamer silk. “Keep your eyes closed… and let your imagination run wild!”
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jonah and Leticia playing twister .
“It’s a children’s game,” I said sternly, “and I don’t play games.”
Leticia set the Twister mat out on the floor, and then pouted at me. She folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head to the side as though she were trying to see me in some different light.
“Sometimes you need to relax, Jonah. Twister is fun for all ages. It even says so on the box!”
I made a face. There was no way I was going to play a game for kids. At least not in the way Leticia expected.
Leticia spun a little dial and then looked at me. “I have to put my left hand on the yellow spot,” she said. She completed the move and looked up at me hopefully. She was bent at the waist like she was touching her toes. “Now it’s your turn.”
I crossed the floor, stood beside the mat. I picked up the little cardboard dial and crouched down until I was at Leticia’s eye level. I spun the wheel. “It says I have to put my hand on the pink spot….” I said meaningfully. I arched my eyebrows and a slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips.
Leticia shot me a wary glance. “There is no pink spot,” she said.
“Not on the board, there isn’t…” I said softly.
A note from Jason:
Twister?
By the time this scene suggestion appeared I was nearing the end of the tour. The ideas fro m readers were becoming crazier - and this may have been the craziest suggestion of them all. I chose the suggestion before I had any idea what I was going to write. At the last possible instant when I knew I had to wrap the scene up because of time limitations, I came up with a clever twister twist.
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
Jason Luke at Jonah Noble’s funeral.
The day they
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