Boudoir Stories

A Madison Lake Novel

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Synopsis:

Escape into a world of erotic fantasy that is not far from reality.

This book of short stories takes you on a sojourn from France to New York City and places in between. You will be introduced to a Parisienne burlesque dancer and a con man, two middle aged single mothers, an ordinary man and an extraordinary woman who meet on a flight, and a salesman with a fetish complex. Some stories connect characters through six degrees, others stand alone, but the common thread through this diverse range of stories is sex, lust and romance.

Allow yourself to indulge in the lives of these fictional characters in Boudoir Stories. They could be you or me. They could be your teacher or your neighbour. They could be the person you sit beside on your next outbound flight. We all have the need and desire for love in our lives, and love comes in all forms.

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Excerpt from the story AFTERNOON DELIGHT

They met one tired afternoon as the summer sun beat down. Rivulets of perspiration dripped along creases of their melting bodies.
“What time is it?” Sabrina asked, just after they’d had sex on top of the
scratchy upholstery of his sofa. She rolled over and pulled her dress down
to protect her skin, then lay back. They had ended up at his place after
bumping into each other at the Keystone Kafe, not once but four times
in three days. Finally he had asked her to join him for lunch—a sandwich
and cold beer for him, a tuna salad and Pinot Grigio for her. He paid. The
friends who she had been with that day left almost immediately, giggled
and nudged her as if they had all been in on some kind of secret. Eliana
said she’d phone later (to hear details), Rebecca said to be careful. He didn’t mind. She was perfect for him, for now, and he always got what he wanted.
“Why, does it matter what time it is?” Todd pulled her in close to his
damp chest. It made him feel sexy with his muscular torso sleek and sweaty, as if he’d been lifting weights for an hour or had run a half marathon. She squirmed, not wanting to mesh with his body odour. Instead she wanted to air out in the gentle breeze that blew in through the open shuttered window. She desperately wanted a smoke.
Sabrina rolled over, leaned on her bent elbow and looked at Todd who
now lay flat out on the grey and gold couch, naked and spent. The fabric
felt like burlap against her exposed legs, even though he claimed to have
bought it new from Crate and Barrel. He also told her it was a sofa bed and
she wondered why they hadn’t opened it and climbed in. Or even better,
gone into his bedroom and screwed on his king-size bed. Was he one of
those guys who liked to have sex in weird places, like on kitchen counters
or in hall closets, hanging like bats from a wooden dowel surrounded by
starched shirts? Even more riské would be to fuck in a restaurant bathroom
or department store change room, private corners of public places. Todd
could have done better than the top of a lousy old sofa.

 

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