A Sorta Fairytale
by Emily McKee
Release Date: 01/06/15
I have my own sorta fairytale.
Only thing is that it’s with two people.
Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless.
From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the perfect person.
But perfect is overrated.
It doesn’t exist.
Plus, it’s not at all interesting.
And my relationships with Thomas and Alex?
Well that’s a story for the ages…
Only thing is that it’s with two people.
Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless.
From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the perfect person.
But perfect is overrated.
It doesn’t exist.
Plus, it’s not at all interesting.
And my relationships with Thomas and Alex?
Well that’s a story for the ages…
Excerpt # 1
“You think that’s funny?”
“Yeah, sort of.” You grab a clean bowl from underneath the shelf and a bag of pistachios. I laugh louder.
“What?” You pour some nuts into the bowl.
“Aren’t they supposed to be peanuts?”
You don’t skip a beat. “I don’t like peanuts. I like pistachios.”
“It’s different.”
You crack open a pistachio and toss it in your mouth. “Being different makes you stand out, Stel.”
“I don’t want to stand out. I just want to be normal,” I mutter.
Popping another one in, you say, “Normal is boring. It’s overrated.”
My mouth twitches. I never thought of it that way. “Yeah, I guess.”
You nod at an empty booth in the corner. “Shall we?”
“Sure.”
“Great.” I can tell my answer wasn’t what you were expecting.
You start to walk behind the bar when you notice I haven’t moved yet. “What?”
“You were nervous.” It’s not a question. I don’t need an answer. I already know.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
You lean across the bar top. “Like I said. You’re intimidating. Come on. Let’s go have that drink. Lord knows it’ll take you forever.”
Getting up from the bar, I grab my wine and start to walk toward the empty booth. “Already trying to get rid of me?”
Standing in front of me, you shake your head. “No.”
“Then what is it?”
“I can’t wait to know everything about you.”
Relief washes over me when you don’t wait to see my expression. Happiness. Bewilderment. Confusion.
Happiness because you actually want to get to know me.
Bewilderment because I’m surprised you’re so straightforward. With Thomas I knew what I wanted and went after it. With you, I’m…Confused, I don’t understand the emotions I’m experiencing. It’s new to me, and I’m not sure I like it.
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About the Author
For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow.
I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me.
I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me.
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Excerpt #2
Tossing the bra at your feet, I ask, “What do you think?” I get onto my knees and crawl over to you, lying on my stomach, resting my head in your hands. “Do you like it?” I see your eyes. They’re glued to my ass, right where I was hoping you’d be looking. “So, I’m gonna guess you like what you see?”
Your eyes dart to mine. “Like? I fucking love it. Makes me want to fuck you so badly right now.”
My belly swarms. “I’m not complaining.”
“Stella,” you say sternly.
Walking out of the room, I hear a lot of rummaging. I think you’re mad at me. I’m just about to get up and grab my clothes, ashamed, embarrassed you would reject me. At the last possible second, you save me.
You walk in holding the easel and paints. “Not at all. But I know if I don’t start painting you, I won’t get around to it.”
“Oh.” I smile. “Okay. How would you like me?”
Clearing your throat you say, “Thong off.”
“Alex,” I purr. “Are you sure you want to tempt yourself like that?”
I watch as you think it over. You look away from me, your mouth moving, almost like you’re having a conversation with yourself. “As shitty as it’s going to be with your naked body tempting me, I’ll take it. I need to see you, Stella. All of you. Now, take your thong off.”
I nod and stand from the bed. I don’t say anything. I can’t. I’m in awe of you, the way you take control. I would’ve never thought that of you. It turns me on. Placing my hands under the strings of my thong, I push it down my body and toss it to the side. I don’t do anything else. I want you to tell me what to do.
“Now lie on the bed.”
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This book is for anyone who has read "The Ages of Lulu" By: Almudena Grandes or anyone who likes Sylvia Day.
It's juicy, unforgiving and relentlessly sexy.
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ReplyDeletePulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand.
“A blindfold?”
You grin. “Mhm.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”
I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.”
You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”
“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”
“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.”
DeleteI can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.
“What are you thinking?”
I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I answer honestly.
“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”
Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”
“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”
DeleteI listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The bed dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.
Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.
“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you. “Thomas?”
“Sssh,” you whisper.
Sucking in a deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even though I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously, your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump, and you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer. Just a long, wet lick from you and a moan from me.
I think you’re going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your mouth and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your name as you begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up further into your face, needing even more pleasure.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
My body stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push away. I’m too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan louder.
“That’s right, Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even know.
The bed dips by my head and familiar fingers run through my hair. You breathe into the crook of my neck. “Come for me, baby.” Once more the bed dips, and I feel your legs on either side of my face. “Suck me,” you moan. Velvet hardness pushes against my mouth. This time I know it’s you. Cold metal pushes against my chin. A Prince Albert. I was surprised when I first saw it. I would’ve never thought you would have a cock piercing, but it’s so exciting and dangerous. Pushing your cock into the crook of my lips, you moan, “Suck on me, Stella.”
The stranger continues to fuck my sex. Just that alone is too much to handle, but then I have you. You want me to fuck your cock with my mouth. All of this. It’s dangerous and enticing. Licking my lips, I take you into my mouth. I have a firm grip on your ass, keeping you where I need you. Where you want to be.
“Oh, fuck,” you say. I keep in rhythm with the stranger. When the stranger sucks hard, so do I. When the stranger slowly moves fingers in and out of me, I slowly move my mouth back and forth against your cock.