Sugar Walls by Mysti Holiday
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Sugar Walls by Mysti Holiday, is a contemporary erotic short story, that is available August 24, 2012 from The Wild Rose Press (Wilder Roses).
About The Author:
Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies. Most people know she writes, but not what she writes about: sexy men and the wanton women who love them.
She's married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her characters. But most of all, she's a sucker for a happy ending.
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Book Review
Sugar Walls by Mysti Holiday
Published By: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: August 24, 2012
Format: eBook (Adobe PDF, .mobi (Kindle), ePub) - 30 pages
ISBN: 978-1-61217-563-8
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance / Short Story
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Disclaimer: I purchased a copy of the book in order to provide my honest review as a participant in a virtual book media event hosted by Goddess Fish Promotions.
Book Description:
When Emilie is dumped by her boyfriend, best friend Jack Voss offers a shoulder and a place to live - the other side of his duplex. He's always there, fixing her problems, her car, her sink. Emilie doesn't know what she'd do without him, or with the feelings she's having for him. His shoulder doesn't just offer comfort anymore; his touch is a turn-on. Their shared wall is the only thing keeping them from sharing a bedroom - and fanning the flames might risk breaking something that Jack can't fix.
Book Excerpt:
Emilie hadn’t lied about the leak in her pipes. Just like she hadn’t broken her dishwasher, or the leg off her couch, or the alternator in her car on purpose. But, to be honest, it was almost a relief when those things happened, because they gave her an excuse to see Jack.
She’d called him first thing this morning when running water for her coffee had resulted in puddles beneath the sink. He’d come over the first chance he’d had and now he was on his hands and knees on the linoleum looking at the pipe that oozed moisture, oblivious to the woman behind him who was also soaking wet, albeit for an entirely different reason.
His ass looked good enough to take a big bite out of. Emilie couldn’t help herself; it was right there, sticking out from under her kitchen sink, and she had to clench her hands into tight fists to keep from grabbing it. Still, that didn’t keep her mind from wandering, and when one of his hands reached out for a wrench, she pictured it on her, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the rosy buds. Instantly her nipples puckered, as tightly clenched as her hands, and her crotch dampened even more. Damn it!
Months and months. That was how long they’d lived next to each other, how long they’d watched football together on Sundays, how long she’d done his mending and he’d helped her with repairs. It was almost a year now since Tony had left for greener pastures, longer since she’d had a man’s cock inside her, and dear God…if Jack didn’t make a move soon, she would die from frustration. There was only so much her vibrator could do to assuage her desperate need for the man.
She couldn’t be that repulsive, could she? And she’d never seen him get serious with anyone else, not in the whole time they’d known each other. He dated now and then, of course, and he’d surely gone home with some of those dates for a little mattress bouncing, but there was never anyone important enough for her to get to know.
That was actually a very good thing. Because if he had brought Miss Right over for a visit, Em wouldn’t have been responsible for her spurred-by-the-green-eyed-monster actions.
A glance back down at the man who was driving her crazy nearly made her moan. He shifted, his ass moved and his thighs flexed as he crawled forward a few inches. The denim of his worn jeans hugged him as tightly as Em dreamed of doing and, before she had time to think about it, she took a step forward, hands outstretched to snatch hold of the prize.
She stopped herself just in time and tucked her hands behind her back to keep from doing something stupid.
“So, Jack?” Her voice was tight with desire and discomfort.
“Hmm?” He peeked at her over one shoulder, a smile in those midnight blue eyes, then quickly returned his attention to the pipe.
“Almost done?” She hoped so, because at this rate, she’d come just from thinking about him.
“Nearly there. Leak’s almost plugged.”
I’ve got a leak you can plug.
She’d called him first thing this morning when running water for her coffee had resulted in puddles beneath the sink. He’d come over the first chance he’d had and now he was on his hands and knees on the linoleum looking at the pipe that oozed moisture, oblivious to the woman behind him who was also soaking wet, albeit for an entirely different reason.
His ass looked good enough to take a big bite out of. Emilie couldn’t help herself; it was right there, sticking out from under her kitchen sink, and she had to clench her hands into tight fists to keep from grabbing it. Still, that didn’t keep her mind from wandering, and when one of his hands reached out for a wrench, she pictured it on her, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the rosy buds. Instantly her nipples puckered, as tightly clenched as her hands, and her crotch dampened even more. Damn it!
Months and months. That was how long they’d lived next to each other, how long they’d watched football together on Sundays, how long she’d done his mending and he’d helped her with repairs. It was almost a year now since Tony had left for greener pastures, longer since she’d had a man’s cock inside her, and dear God…if Jack didn’t make a move soon, she would die from frustration. There was only so much her vibrator could do to assuage her desperate need for the man.
She couldn’t be that repulsive, could she? And she’d never seen him get serious with anyone else, not in the whole time they’d known each other. He dated now and then, of course, and he’d surely gone home with some of those dates for a little mattress bouncing, but there was never anyone important enough for her to get to know.
That was actually a very good thing. Because if he had brought Miss Right over for a visit, Em wouldn’t have been responsible for her spurred-by-the-green-eyed-monster actions.
A glance back down at the man who was driving her crazy nearly made her moan. He shifted, his ass moved and his thighs flexed as he crawled forward a few inches. The denim of his worn jeans hugged him as tightly as Em dreamed of doing and, before she had time to think about it, she took a step forward, hands outstretched to snatch hold of the prize.
She stopped herself just in time and tucked her hands behind her back to keep from doing something stupid.
“So, Jack?” Her voice was tight with desire and discomfort.
“Hmm?” He peeked at her over one shoulder, a smile in those midnight blue eyes, then quickly returned his attention to the pipe.
“Almost done?” She hoped so, because at this rate, she’d come just from thinking about him.
“Nearly there. Leak’s almost plugged.”
I’ve got a leak you can plug.
My Book Review:
Sugar Walls is a steamy contemporary erotic romantic short story that will stimulate and arouse your sensuality. Written in the third person narrative, this is a story about how Jack and Emilie, who are best friends and neighbors, struggle with their mutual interest in each other beyond friendship. Both are afraid to take the next step and ruin their friendship, so they endure months of private sexual fantasies, secretly making love to each other through their shared thin walls as they self-pleasure themselves. Their secret fantasies continue as frustration and desire for each other builds ... will one of them finally make a move? Which desire is going to win: to just be friends or become lovers? Only the Sugar Walls knows what will become of their desire for each other!
Sugar Walls is an entertaining short story that quickly takes you through the months of Jack and Emilie's secret interest and desire for each other. While their desire grows, the author stimulates the reader's interest with some really steamy fantasy self-pleasure scenes. The build-up of Jack and Emilie's desire is just the warm up for their eventual coming together where their steamy, intense coupling is HOT, HOT, HOT! I thoroughly enjoyed this short story, it was definitely hot cha cha cha worthy!
RATING: 4 STARS ****
