Pleasure
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: B001BC2OBY
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
How realistic is it to believe that one lover can satisfy a woman's every fantasy?
Nia Simone Bijou is a woman who has it all - and is driven by the desire for more. Born in Trinidad, reared in Los Angeles, living in Atlanta, Nia is a writer, a thinker, and a woman in conflict. She's dealing with two sides of her Gemini self, feeling as if there are two women living inside her, both struggling for domination.
One side of Nia is a logical yet heartbroken person who has never let go of an old pain. The other side is a sensual woman who will not let her rest, desiring intimacy and sexual freedom, demanding pleasure.
In the sweltering heat of July, loneliness, desire, and a struggle with both the sensual self and fantasy inspire Nia to become sexually adventurous, meeting lovers who arouse her in diverse ways, lovers who give her unimaginable experiences, generous lovers who desire to please her as much as she desires to satisfy them. Fantasies spiral out of control, and with her life on the line, Nia discovers that pleasure does not come without pain.
Filled with passion, populated with characters that are sexually uninhibited, Pleasure is an unforgettable journey into a free-spirited world.
moans and his camera clicking. A dozen moans later he put the camera to the side. He was begging for me to make him come, trying to hold me down on his erection, clinging to me, cringing, moaning like he needed to experience all of my yoni. I refused to move. If I moved I would start coming. I would lose control. I would lose my power. I would say things that came from the heart. He was throbbing, growing harder, getting wider, and I was leaning forward, making him not move too much, feeling
beautiful. She had curves and plenty of ass, the things that captured a Southern man’s attention as she entered and exited a room. But between her neck and waist, she was as attractive as a young boy. In a harsh, ugly, yet still investigative tone, she said, “Your name is Nia.” Hearing my name come from her mouth halted me. Inside that moment I went through a range of emotions: shock, fear, embarrassment, envy. I searched for something to say but inside that moment my power of linguistic
laughed, his the laugh of Barbados, mine rooted in the singsong rhythm of Trinidad. He said, “Nia Simone Bijou.” “You remembered.” “Of course. Your name has a nice ring to it.” He didn’t wear a wedding ring. Didn’t seem like the one who would be interested in conversations about Sartre and existentialism. He was the haughty one with the kind hands of an artist. I said, “Karl, right? I am being sexually harassed by Karl, right?” “Good memory.” “Hard to tell who you are with your clothes
I sent him a text: Where are you? Passing through Chattanooga. That was four hours outside of Georgia. I felt relieved. So fucking relieved. Not until then did I realize I had been dreading going home, kept having a feeling that he would be on my porch, waiting. I sent him a text back. Take care. I muttered, “Accept, not except. Hire a freaking editor. Asshole.” I turned my cellular off, remained in the darkness forever. Under dark skies, I stood in the parking lot, not moving. I’d had too
my seat. “She sounds sexy.” “She was.” “One-night stand?” “Not really. We hooked up two or three more times before she left Cancún.” “All three of you?” “Yeah.” “So she must’ve been damn pretty.” “Very pretty woman. Uglies have to go home before the sun comes up.” “You are a mess. You and Mark still in touch with Frankie?” “We never heard from her after Cancún.” A mild breeze moved across my skin, my imagination refusing to be cooled. Karl broke our silence when he asked, “Was that