Hi and welcome to this week's taster. Each week a group of authors, including myself, will share with you a sample from one of our stories. last week I chose 'Pleasing Mia'. This week I will be sharing an excerpt from 'Between The Pages' a story from my anthology 'Fevered Kisses'. I start right at the beginning, enjoy!:
Somewhere in the
back of my mind I thought about what Sean had said. It was the usual cliché
about living your life because you only have one, you know the sort of thing.
But cliché or not it worked, it was just enough to make me go through with it
otherwise I probably wouldn’t have. Everything
changed from that point on. I suddenly started thinking of myself as a sexual
being, someone who needed sex as much as anyone else. Oh, I know I’m
attractive, I’ve seen guys look at me everywhere I go. But that was them. Somehow I felt aloof, immune,
wrapped in my own life of so called normality. Until that one day in London
when I missed my train.
It was raining, it was always
raining. Huge drops of water pelted me from a dark grey sky and I ran for
cover along with everyone else on the street outside the station. There was a
café by a bus terminal and I headed for it, taking my seat at a somewhat grubby
table still littered with the previous occupant’s soiled crockery. I had an
hour to kill before my next train and I wasn’t about to wander around outside
in this downpour. I contemplated going up to the counter and ordering coffee
but there was a bit of a queue and I didn’t want to give up my seat. I thought
I would just wait until everyone was seated then go up. Not that I really wanted
coffee, it was dawdling over the last one that made me miss my train in the
first place.
It was then that I noticed it; a small notebook had been
left on the table partly obscured by used serviettes. I reached across and with
a quick glance around, peeked inside. Scribbled in green biro were the names of
several men. Philip was one I think and there was definitely a Steven. Next to
the names were comments and small asterix. I looked around me making absolute
sure that no-one was watching or coming back to reclaim it. When I was quite
satisfied I started to read. The comments all seemed to be of a sexual nature
saying things like, ‘Likes it rough’ or ‘Oral only’ I felt my mouth drop open
as shock hit me and quickly shut the book. But when I stood to order my coffee
I slipped it into my handbag, I’m not really sure why.
I was safely on the train before I looked at it again,
peering at it furtively and partly covering it with my hands. The comments were
short and to the point, all of them intimate. I flicked through to the back of
the book where several of the men had been fortunate enough to be given whole
paragraphs on their performances. I started to read:
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