My Sexy Saturday and a love scene from Millie Reinvented

Welcome to the 8th week of My Sexy Saturday.

Everyone has their own idea of sexy and readers of all kinds love to read what we offer. Being sexy and hot doesn’t require us to take off all our clothes...or maybe it does.
Touch of his hand, a heart stopping kiss or a slow, a great foot massage can be very exciting. How about that hot tub in a cool summer evening or a lover’s thought on his mate or mates. Thinking about your special someone can be sexy, no matter where they are.
Sexy can be earth-shattering, wall-banging in the most unlikely of places or it can be that slow sensual wedding night as each of you learn just what your lover likes for the very first time. Sexy can be that slow smile you give me across the room just to remind me I’m yours.

It all depends upon your perspective.

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This week I have chosen to give you a piece from 'Millie Reinvented'. The book is dear to my heart because August the male lead is such a darling and Millie the female lead gets a happy ending.

There's a back story to this book. The idea was sparked by a young woman who was in the antiques shop where I work, and she was buying a little sculpture of two lovers kissing. She said she had to have it because it was so nice to look at. Her husband didn’t even kiss her anymore. She told me more too and it’s a sad story. I wrapped the item, and stored the thoughts about her until the story burst out onto my laptop. It draws on many stories I’ve heard about love gone wrong, and lonely people. I come into contact with a huge number of people. People and emotions inspire me to write. The complexity of life spurs me to write. I see emotions in people around me all the time, and often they remain unspoken. I think we don’t share ourselves enough, and are encouraged to hide our true selves.
From 'Millie Reinvented'
August had called into the supermarket on his way home and bought some supplies. He had also bought a very large box of candy from the specialist deli next door. They were Swiss chocolates, and he had them gift wrapped in pale-blue tissue with a rainbow-striped ribbon tie. They were for Millie to say sorry to her for not calling, and he would sign the note to go with them. After he had eaten a steak sandwich August sat at his laptop. He would do one more thing to make that Peter appealing to Millie.

He had found her home address via the online phone directory listing Peter Pederson. There was only one in the vicinity and August decided it must be Millie’s husband.
August booked a weekend in a Spa resort for two, and ordered the booking brochure and confirmation to be delivered to Millie’s address. The Spa resort was only a couple of hours drive away and he knew about it because it was quite close to George and Michelle’s place. There was the option of a message if the Spa weekend was a gift, so he wrote one.
‘I want to make up for all the lost time with the one I love’
It made him sick in the stomach to send it, but he did.
Later staring out of his skylight window as he lay in bed he thought about having kissed Millie that morning. He thought about the way he had touched her through her clothes, and then he remembered her telling him he made her feel weak, that would be with longing he thought, because it was the same way he felt when he kissed her.
August didn’t want to split up a marriage, it seemed wrong. It wasn’t the action of someone who was trying to be a better person. If his friends found out, they would think less of him. He thought less of himself for even considering it.He would avoid Millie he decided. He would abandon the notion of fixing her loveless marriage and try to forget her. That was what he should do.
He might have thought that as he fell asleep, but he dreamed about Millie. He dreamed about kissing her at the Christmas party and instead of dressing her and being sensible, he took all her clothes off her, her shirt and skirt, so that she was left standing against him in that pretty bra she had worn. He dreamed her underwear fell away as he put his hand across her lower stomach, so that she was open to his fingers. Millie told him she was his as he lowered her to the floor, and they made love to each other. August’s dream was so real that when he woke up he felt a huge sense of loss. Millie wasn’t his. She wasn’t by his side and he grieved for it.

1 comment:

  1. Wow...what an interesting excerpt...makes me want to find out all about Millie and August.

    Thanks for being part of My Sexy Saturday. See you next week!


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