Jane Galloway subsists with her husband in their two-story home at the center of a forest of wheat at the base of Mount Tel. They live in isolation from the outside world choosing, instead, the simple rural existence.Janes quality of life diminishesMoreJane Galloway subsists with her husband in their two-story home at the center of a forest of wheat at the base of Mount Tel. They live in isolation from the outside world choosing, instead, the simple rural existence.Janes quality of life diminishes as her husband loses his mind, frequently fleeing from their homestead into the fields of wheat sporting nothing but a pair of shoes.
He disappears for days at a time, leaving Jane to the curiously wonderful machinations of her imagination as she grows to understand that her marriage and her husband can no longer satisfy her.Instead, she turns to Al, a wan, mysterious figure born of her lustful mind.Warning: this story is sexually explicit and unsuitable for those younger than 18. It contains scenes of dubious consent with a vampire, masturbation, and spine-melting paranormal sex.EXCERPT:He was slender but had an athletic finish to him.
She licked up and down his chest, loving every square inch of it. “Can you feel my tongue?” she asked.He moaned his response, his head tilted backward over the counter.She undid his belt and pants, throwing them to the side with a ruthless vigor. She liked being fearless.They stood apart from each other, naked. She told him to open his eyes, to take her in, and he did. His skin flushed as he drank her curves in with his eyes, a much needed draught of life. His shaft hardened, standing at a slightly upward-curved perpendicular angle to his torso. Jane couldn’t remember what sex for the first time felt like.
Her heart was racing through every appendage, every nerve, pushing her forward to have her way with him.