I don't do this often, but I'm so excited about a new series I'm working on that I just had to share and see what comments you guys would have about it. This is the beginning page from the first in the series called SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK N' ROLL--DOWN POISON (by Tammy Lee)
I hope you like it.
Cindy languished in bed with her hand running across the smooth, soft sack of her lover’s balls. She loved touching them, squeezing them, almost as much as he loved her doing it—a fact he assured her of often enough she knew it to be true. He moaned as she moved her fingers in a slow, tantalizing arch through the wiry hair that wound about her fingers in an effort to trap them in their lair. Waiting for her, begging for attention, the steel hard tower of muscle stood before the playing field of her grip.
Long nights took their toll too often lately, and Randy tossed in his sleep, leaving her hand empty. Cindy pushed a ragged shard of anger off, and made an attempt to smile at the sleeping form still huddled under a pile of blankets. “Fine then, later for sure,” she said as got up, and staggered to the bathroom.
There scrawled in her favorite shade of lipstick ‘Will you love me if I’m crazy?’ splashed a vibrant cherry message across the vanity mirror. She looked over her shoulder, down the hall, at the open door of the bedroom. “Stupid man.” What did he take her for, some one-night road bimbo?
With hair and teeth appropriately brushed, Cindy trudged across the narrow hallway to another open door and ignored the mess that awaited her as she slumped into a chair in front of her ancient wooden desk. She pulled out a pad and scribbled a note to herself—reminding her to scold the man-child sleeping in their bed. Then, just as quickly as she’d penned it, she crumpled the page and tossed it into the can.
What good would it do? He listened, he nodded in apparent understanding, then he sucked down a bottle of liquid lightening, inhaled a pound of powder, and basically did everything in his power to avoid life, and run with open arms into hell before sprawling in wild debauchery across his skins