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Excerpt from 'The Write Lover'

Jasmine had been so happy during the past six months of her life. She was finally getting paid to do what she loved...writing. The money was not great in the beginning. She was only getting a few hundred dollars here and there, but the more her books where being exposed in the right venue, the more her book sales grew, she was starting to see four and five figure checks. Jasmine was still a little apprehensive, but hoping one day to quit her day job as a bank teller and just write full time.
Her husband's job wouldn't allow him to take much time off to travel with her; so she would go out of town alone, to promote her book; but it was starting to put a damper on her marriage. Her husband Eric was starting to complain more and more about them not spending enough time together. She and Eric were growing apart and it was beginning to show in their sex life. The main factor really was Darius. She tried her hardest to push her feelings away that she had for him; but each time they saw one another, it seemed as if they were growing closer and closer. On each book tour at the end of the day, they would find themselves tangled up in the sheets for hours screaming out each other names'. At first Jasmine thought it was only about the sex, but it was a serious connection they shared. They would sit in the hotel room before making love and get on their laptops, writing and sharing ideas. Everthing seemed perfect betwen her and Darius; he was the perfect man in her life. Jasmine thought they would be great together; but she was married and so was he.
Jasmine sat on her bed packing her bags for the literary conference in New York, when she began to day dream about Darius' slow deep thrust inside her. She was becoming moist as she closed her eyes; her heart began to race, when the door to the bedroom opened. She jumped delivering her from her mental pleasure; it was her husband. "Are you alright?" What are you jumping for?" He asked, looking concerned.
"I'm always jumpy before a book tour. I worry about the turn out and the speeches I have to give."
"We'll let me help you relax," Eric said as he got on his knees and lifted Jasmine's night gown and began licking her kitty. She knew it was more to satisfy him than her; but she also knew, she had to fulfill her wifely duties.
"How about the kids?" Jasmine asked, pushing Eric's head away from her pussy.
"Relax baby, they're in their rooms sleeping." Eric assured her as he pulled down his pajama pants, exposing his hard on. He laid Jasmine back on the bed as he mounted her. "Slow down Eric!" Jasmine said, trying to get some pleasure out the deal; but Eric ignored her and began gyrating faster and faster, as he let out a grunt and released inside her.
"I know you didn't come!" Jasmine said getting upset. Continuing, she said, "You didn't try to satisfy me. You mount me, fuck me, shoot your cum in me and then just roll the fuck off. What's up with that Eric?" Jasmine said with an elevated voice, as she stormed into the bathroom to take a shower. He didn't respond to her resentment. Eric just pulled the sheets over his shoulders and went to sleep. Mean while in the shower, with hot water running down her 34D's and hour glass figure, Jasmine was thinking; if she was in bed with Darius, she would be moaning, screaming and probably on her second orgasm. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough, for Jasmine to fly out to New York.
She thought to herself, if it wasn't for her children, she would be long gone from this marriage.
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