Have a look at this morning’s photo post. Have you ever seen a more sexy picture? I don’t think I have. It brings to mind a passage from my story, Slacker. The story appears in my book, Flawed Boys. In Slacker, the narrator is Robert, age nineteen. Here’s what he has to say about his first sexual encounter with Cecil, who Robert calls “Daddy”.
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Copyright Martin Delacroix 2011.
Daddy sat on the edge of his mattress, gazed at me and crooked a finger.
“Come here, Robert.”
I lowered my gaze and shuffled to Daddy. I stood before him, shaking like a palm frond in a thunderstorm. Touching my sternum with a fingertip, he ran the finger down my belly, to the waistband of my jeans.
“You’re trembling again,” he said. “Are you scared?”
I nodded, my gaze fixed on my feet.
“Robert, look at me.”
My gaze met Daddy’s. His eyes were dark as chocolate. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “Understand?”
I bobbed my chin.
Daddy popped the button at my waist, ran down my zipper.
It’s hard to explain how I felt when he did these things. Being stripped by a man wasn’t something I’d ever experienced. And while I’m sure many people would’ve considered it wicked or wrong, I didn’t. Losing my pants to Daddy had my pulse racing, my heart thumping. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
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If you are interested in checking out Flawed Boys, click on the cover in the sidebar at right and it’ll take you to the Noble Romance Publishing website.
I had one of the busiest traffic days in this blog’s history, yesterday (Sunday). About 2,100 people stopped by to check out the photos and posts. What a great way to start the week. And things are off to a busy start again this morning.
I was up early again today. I took a 1-1/2 mile walk on the beach; it was nice down there. Not many people were about — just me, the seagulls and a few folks looking for seashells. My boyfriend met me down there afterward. We sat on a bench and enjoyed the scenery. Now we’re home, having our breakfast. I’m at the keyboard, he’s reading the newspaper.
My boyfriend works today. I’ll spend my morning writing. This afternoon, I’ll visit the YMCA for a workout, basketball, and lap-swimming. I’m not sure what I’ll do with my evening, but if there’s a sunset, I’ll watch it at the beach, for certain.
Have a nice Monday, everyone, wherever you may be.