Would you agree that fun is the only antidote to sadness?
Everybody’s Favorite Erotic Author….
Would you agree that fun is the only antidote to sadness?
I was pleased to see my sister when she returned from New York, the day after Hugo left, even if she keep crying. In fact, she didn’t stop crying for a whole day. I stopped feeling sorry for myself when I saw how ugly, nasty and snotty she looked (sorry Sis).
She needed my help more than ever. She was looking divorce squarely in the eye and wanted my guidance. I would give her my best! I would listen and try not to be too opinionated. I would get her what she needed when she needed it and more than anything, I would keep her entertained in the manner which I had recently got her accustomed to.
The next day, during a video chat with Hugo – he wouldn’t stop laughing at the way we’d been mopping around – he said, two young, free, and available sisters could go out, have fun and do just about anything they wanted. It was true, neither of us had any ties and could go anywhere we liked.
He made me bring Geneva into our chat. I had to put my clothes back on first though, of course. He told us both it was a travesty and went on like some Shakespearean play we’d all remembered very well from school.
My sister and I ended up laughing at him, although he feigned being hurt by our responses, I am sure he’d planned it all along.
With romance in mind and the need to please my favorite man (an unusual state of mind for me outside the bedroom!), I listened again as he told me what we’d both agreed upon and if we were going to make this work we needed to stick to the script.
I told him about the nights out Geneva (my sister), and I planned with my friend Bo. With the upcoming Cannes Film Festival, Bo and I were working together on preparations for certain after parties, which are the main events to be seen for some of the guests over the 12 days.
Now I am not talking about the much-publicized Hollywood A-List type after parties, I am referring to the alternative events here! The parties where no cameras are allowed, where the rich and sometimes famous enter by the back door (that’s not a euphemism) for a private visit.
This is where the action is after the main event of the evening and a place where the party goers can be themselves in secret. I cannot tell you who goes to these parties as I am sworn to secrecy. So much so that, well, I’ll let your imagination decide just how bad it can be. But, when those who want to pull back the curtain to take a look at this side of life, they know only too well just how much these secrets must remain safe.
Although Bo’s position in life puts her a little higher up the food chain than these backstreet party locations would offer, she does insist on reviewing every detail of the live performance rehearsals. Geneva came along too as we were both experiencing this for the first time. She was completely shocked at what she saw but liked it all the same.
There is something unique about watching others have sex as a non-participating member of an audience. The aroma of sex in the air made me so hot, I thought I might begin panting at any moment. I wanted to take the single step up onto the stage and join in. I really wanted to, and I didn’t care who was there. I turned briefly to Bo, and she looked back at me and said the same thing with her expression.
I leaned into her, and as our bear arms touched, I whispered in her ear as electricity passed between us, “why have you kept this from me you bitch”! She giggled, “it was my first time watching rehearsals last year too, what do you think? I think you should take me home and bang me with that strap-on like it’s our last day on earth”.
Apparently, I was a little too loud, and snicker came from behind. I turned to see someone vaguely familiar, “where do I know you from”? I asked. “New York, are you here to audition?” he said. Crap, I thought.
He pulled his chair up, “sorry I was only joking, but I do know who you are”. Bo turned to him, and he introduced himself. She gave an “ah” sound in recognition, and we all continued watching as two new actors joined the play we were watching (yes it was a play, much like any other theater you might attend, with talking parts).
The next question was a little more awkward, and it came from my sister, “have you been in one of these plays before? They are actually having sex right in front of us!”
“It wasn’t so much a play,” the new fourth member of our viewing circle replied for my benefit, “more a full on sex show. She was excellent, so who are you by the way”? He asked my sister. “Don’t tell him your name. He’ll have you starring in his new movie ‘The Girl Laid on The Train’ before you know it”. My comment made him laugh, “I hadn’t thought of that title, I like it.”
I ignored him for the rest of the performance. Bo’s leg was touching mine, and I could feel the heat emanating from her. If we were alone, I know what we’d be doing right now. I knew the guy behind me as I had watched a few of his adult movies. They weren’t bad, just not regular pørn, but a great deal better. He seems to be a filmmaker that gets the difference between erotic and pørn.
The show ended, and the organizer and Bo negotiated a guest list as I took notes and compared thoughts with my equal number, a girl who appeared far too young to be there. She asked for my number as we all shook hands to leave. I had to say no and told her I was too old for her. She laughed and then showed me her French driving license which put her at 25, “does that make you feel a little younger”? She said with a heavy dose of sarcasm that I liked straight away.
We exchanged numbers, and she sent me a text 10-minutes after we left, telling me my name was permanently on the guest list and to come by anytime. And, I could call her whenever I wanted to hook up.
Other girls were one thing, but I still wasn’t sure I wanted another man yet. I think I am more than hooked on Hugo.
With Freddie now coming from New York for the last weekend of Cannes, that theory could be tested. It would be his third visit in as many months! The guy just couldn’t get enough of my South of France lifestyle. I saw a little sign of jealousy in Hugo’s eyes as I updated him on this not so little fact.
I will update you soon on our journey in preparation for this event.
Although Bo was helpful in keeping me busy and distracted in more than one way or another, my mind still came back to my man. Not to be my only man, but my favorite.
We’d spent eight weeks together exploring every avenue of pleasure we could think of. I had never experienced this kind of relationship with a man before. We not only connected on a physical level, but on so many other levels too, and the only thing we’d never talked about was the future. A future together which got me thinking.
I searched for it, looked it up, Googled it, and this is what I found. I am an old-fashioned romantic at heart and want a happy ending. So that was nothing new exactly, I like romance and I like erotica too, but reading romance novels are one pastime I enjoy greatly. In fact, the books I have read fill dozens of storage boxes in my basement. They are the backbone of my preferred reading genre.
I realized my writing was changing, not all of it, but enough for me to spot it. I wrote a story about a character called Grace. I’d thought of Grace so often that it was finally a great relief to bring her to life.
It has opened a door too, a new conduit to a deeper understanding of myself. My ex-girlfriend still frequently asks me to settle down with her. The fact she wants me to move to Sweden has always made me put the brakes on. But who am I kidding, if she wasn’t such a stubborn bitch and came to France then maybe, but am I doing the same or am I just making excuses?
What would I give up for Hugo? I didn’t know yet. All I knew for sure was that I was going through a big romance phase in my life. Every song, movie scene or book plot that I hear reminds me of him.
I knew this would bloody happen.
So, I hope my work on this new book and the promotion I have created around it says a little more about how I feel at this moment in time!
Please be my guest and make the most of this outstanding promotion I have created around the theme ‘Crazy About Romance’, which says it all given my present state of mind, don’t you think?
There is a splendid line-up of authors who have come together with a touch of magic to satisfy your hunger for one of life’s most treasured moments. Yes, you’ve guessed it, reading, but not only that, reading romance in all its forms.
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