Before kids and the responsibility of life, Levi and I shared a spontaneous, erotic, and deliciously deviant marriage. Years transformed what we had into something comfortable and worn. It hurts me to think his desire for me has cooled. I miss that look of his. Slightly evil and totally hot, like he wanted to devour me. Haven't seen it in ages.
When I first married Mia, she submitted to every one of my erotic needs, then came the children. With little complaint, I abandoned my pursuit of kink, content to be married to a beautiful, intelligent woman who's a great mother to our twins. Out of the blue, Mia confesses she misses the intimacy in our marriage, misses the sex. After this enticing revelation, my plan to reconnect with her unfolds.
In our secret, kinky, Friday afternoon meetings I'm going to give her everything she wants and take everything I need. Will this be the answer to fixing our marriage?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including BDSM/light bondage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
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"I don't want to have to tell you how to love me. I jsut want you to want me. I want our sex life back. I want to feel special to you. I don't want to just know I'm loved, I want to feel it."HOLY MAMA! Now this is one super shemxy, sizzling read! Friday Afternoon follows Mia and Levi's relationship as they try to reconnect and rebuild their once smoking relationship that had fizzled down. Now, they spend every Friday afternoon testing each other's limits and finally grilling that love back.
Mmm, I want me some Levi. He's a hot daddy who's still a dominant.
"I read several articles [on BDSM] and I see why Levi's attracted to this dynamic. It fits his personality. He's uberdominant."In the beginning, he seems like an average dad whose relationship had no more sparks but then, when he gets his sex life back up, he becomes his ubersexy dominant in the bedroom.
Dayumm, baby, dayumm. Oh, since this was pretty short, my review will be pretty short too hehe but still, READ THE BOOK SINCE IT'S SMOKIN'!!!
And then I can totally relate to Mia when she said:
"It's one of the things that attracted me to him in the first place. I don't like wishy-washy indecision in men. The strong confidence consistent with these Doms correlates with Levi's personality."Well, I'll be damned. That's like my type in a phrase. God, that's why I super love those alpha males in books because they don't beat around the bush. They're confident in their skin (well, they're hot so it's hard not to be) and they know what they want. They don't try to bullshit. They just go out and say it. MY TYPE OF MAN!
Basically, super awesome sexy erotica! A good read for you hidden or not-so-hidden BDSM lovers out there!
Minor Faults:
- I wish that the author would develop more on the romance rather than only focusing on the sex
MY RATING:
3 GIMME-LEVI APPLES!!!!!
EXCERPT:
I slip out of bed quietly and enter the large walk-through closet and dressing anteroom to the master bathroom space, locking the door behind me. An anguished huff of air rushes out as I sit on the tiny stool in front of my vanity and twirl a half circle, facing myself in the mirror.
The overhead lighting is stark and unforgiving. I’m not the young woman I was a year, or five, ago. I’ve tried as hard as I can to forget I’m closer to forty than I am to thirty.
When I linger long enough to take inventory of myself, like now, I discern more of the slight lines making their home on my skin. I never notice them when I float through mornings, functioning on nothing but my first sips of caffeine. But now, at this moment, I see them as clear as day. I’m older, not sexy anymore, I suppose.
I swallow down the hurt. Levi used to look at me with hungry eyes, even when I was pregnant with twins and fat as a cow. Now the sight of me naked, whether it be coming out of the shower or spreading my legs beneath him, no longer draws interest from his cock. Tonight brought any speculation, any hope he’s still attracted to me, to an end.
I’m angry first and then sad as I realize I’ll never experience the twirl of excitement and shiver of anticipation from the expression of hunger on my husband’s face. That hasn’t happened for quite a while, and now I know for sure nobody will look at me with similar hunger again. I’m stunned, aware those intense desires go hand in hand with youth, new possibilities and new passions, and I’m faced with a blatant fact. That part of my relationship with Levi is long past.
Yet to my mind, there’s a lot of middle ground between being hungry with young love and being so indifferent you don’t get off anymore. It’s taken us exactly fifteen years to span from one end of the you-turn-me-on spectrum to the other. During the last decade, the progression of our sex life from brilliant to bland has been so infinitesimally small, it went mostly unnoticed until now.
I’m shaken. The sudden realization I’m not sexually exciting to my husband anymore and probably never will be again knocks me off my rails. I feel ill and wrap my arms around my waist and duck my head between my knees. I breathe deep and swallow repeatedly trying to allay the bile creeping up my esophagus. The repeated gulps also push the hurt away, staying the tears, leaving me whole enough to wonder how--when--this happened.
The overhead lighting is stark and unforgiving. I’m not the young woman I was a year, or five, ago. I’ve tried as hard as I can to forget I’m closer to forty than I am to thirty.
When I linger long enough to take inventory of myself, like now, I discern more of the slight lines making their home on my skin. I never notice them when I float through mornings, functioning on nothing but my first sips of caffeine. But now, at this moment, I see them as clear as day. I’m older, not sexy anymore, I suppose.
I swallow down the hurt. Levi used to look at me with hungry eyes, even when I was pregnant with twins and fat as a cow. Now the sight of me naked, whether it be coming out of the shower or spreading my legs beneath him, no longer draws interest from his cock. Tonight brought any speculation, any hope he’s still attracted to me, to an end.
I’m angry first and then sad as I realize I’ll never experience the twirl of excitement and shiver of anticipation from the expression of hunger on my husband’s face. That hasn’t happened for quite a while, and now I know for sure nobody will look at me with similar hunger again. I’m stunned, aware those intense desires go hand in hand with youth, new possibilities and new passions, and I’m faced with a blatant fact. That part of my relationship with Levi is long past.
Yet to my mind, there’s a lot of middle ground between being hungry with young love and being so indifferent you don’t get off anymore. It’s taken us exactly fifteen years to span from one end of the you-turn-me-on spectrum to the other. During the last decade, the progression of our sex life from brilliant to bland has been so infinitesimally small, it went mostly unnoticed until now.
I’m shaken. The sudden realization I’m not sexually exciting to my husband anymore and probably never will be again knocks me off my rails. I feel ill and wrap my arms around my waist and duck my head between my knees. I breathe deep and swallow repeatedly trying to allay the bile creeping up my esophagus. The repeated gulps also push the hurt away, staying the tears, leaving me whole enough to wonder how--when--this happened.
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About The Author:
Sylvia lives the life of a run-of-the-mill wife, mother, and professional in Midwest Suburbia, USA. She reads voraciously and loves to lose herself and fall head over heels for the alpha males in her favorite novels.
When she gets the chance to shed the prim and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret identity, Sylvia Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas in extraordinary settings for her readers to remember long after the book has been read. her dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into tangible works of erotic fantasy for others' secret identities to enjoy.
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