100 Erotic Interludes: (Smut not to be published until my Mom's demise)
Introduction
The idea for this volume came from two people very dear to me. First, my wife Dxxx, who supports my work: and, whose opinion and common sense I have learned to respect. Second my writing partner, editor, and synergy sole mate (name optional). Most of contents that follows started as part of mainstream literature that had been deleted as unnecessary to the story or, in most cases, would turn off or offend the our publishers or our targeted market readers. My partner gets credit for the idea in the paraphrased title I chose: "not to be published till my parents have passed".
I was motivated to attempt this volume on discovering the fact that erotica contributes quite a share of the income of the media and publishing industry, not to mention the millions of dollars turned over in the pornography business. I must emphasize at this point that I do not approve and am strongly opposed to any type of pornography that evolves underage children, bestiality, torture, or underground perversions of any type like "off" porn that I have heard actually has a market. There is a fine line between pornography and healthy sexual experimentation. I am also aware of the morays of our western society and the taboos that are spoken and unspoken. I was never sure when "no" meant "no", or whether "no" meant "yes" in my dating years. My puritan New England up bringing and the vision of my mother's scorn definitely influenced my decision that "no" meant "no". However, my generation did not enjoy (if that is indeed the right word) the sexual freedom enjoyed by youth today. I do know that later in life that sexual freedom not only enlightened, but helped me destroyed several of my marriages. To admit to multiple marriages' in it self indicates what might be the reason of my preoccupation with sex. I have now reached fourscore and ten and like most people closer to the end of life reflect on all our mistakes, and can only hope to rationalize.
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VOL I: EROTIC INTERLUDE 1(EDITED FROM PUBLISHED MAINSTREAM WORK)
%#@! pulled into her assigned parking spot in the garage and they both exited the car without a word. #%&! clicked her remote and the car horn chirped, the lights lashed, and signaled all was secure.
"Well, babe, your baby is tucked in for the night." $#*& fawned a smile as he broke the silence.
"Yep, always makes me feel secure when my baby is safe in its birth." %$#@ said as she pushed the elevator button. %$#@came up to her side and put his hand on her shoulder. He felt her small shoulder and tensed neck muscles with his stroking hand. He wondered why just a touch sent shockwaves through his body after all this time. It was much easier to ignore his feelings at a distance, but the physical contact awakened the desires and awareness of the sensuality of her body. He breathed deep for a smell her hair and longed to awaken in her the passion he felt.
"All right there, big guy," #$%@ asked. "What is up with you? You are never this quiet unless your drunk or having thoughts that you shouldn't even be putting in your head. ......usually the two go together."
"Don't flatter yourself, Babe." %$#@ tried to joke. "You're an old married lady now and have settled down to a life of monogamy and virtuosos devotion."
They were alone in the elevator now. #$%@turned to face $#@! and she unceremoniously poked him in his solar plexus.
