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by Demi Alex
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
Description: What a time for a revelation! The moment Prince Charming proposes, Addison London realizes that she is about to say "yes" to a lifetime of love, stability--and constancy--having never really lived her life to the fullest, and runs. As a straight-laced good girl grown into a responsible, respectable woman, Addison is always prim and proper, and?well, boring. She always does the right thing, plays it safe, makes the right decisions, and suppresses her own longings to meet the expectations of others. But she will have no regrets. Before committing to a life wrapped in a white picket fence, she will have a little excitement and adventure, she will throw caution to the wind, and she will live out her most secret sexual fantasies--if only for a weekend. Desperate to break free, she travels to Key West and surrounds herself with willing, gorgeous men. All she has to do is pick one. But with only one weekend in the tropical paradise, and one chance for a hedonistic experience meant to last a lifetime, she discovers that "one" is not enough. After all, what happens in Key West stays in Key West, right?
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC/Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
19 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [71 KB]
Reading time: 40-57 min.
"Blowjob or Shaken Orgasm?"
That was a no brainer. I wasn't doing no blowjob without a freaking orgasm.
"Shaken Orgasm and six blazing-hot wings," I replied, handing the sun-kissed waitress my menu.
"You want them both at the same time?"
"Sounds good," I said, taking full advantage of Happy Hour and the forty-five minutes I had till sunset. "Could you please bring the second drink in a plastic cup and ask the cook to put a rush on the wings?"
"I'll try." She smiled, tucking the laminated cardboard under her arm, but not making an effort to leave anytime soon. "Just keep in mind that this is the Conch Republic, and we don't know the word rush too well."
She wasn't lying. The wings arrived almost half an hour later, followed by the Shaken Orgasms once I'd finished.
"Story of my life," I breathed, taking a sip of the creamy concoction.
"Sorry, the bar was slammed." Miss I-Don't-Believe-in-Sunscreen leaned on the chair on the opposite side of the table and rested her elbows. "One of the bartenders had to run home and let the cat out. His neighbor called complaining that the poor baby was mewing too loud and disturbing her. How ridiculous is that?"
"And the funny thing is," she continued leisurely, no care in the world, oblivious to the new patrons at the tables waiting to order, "the old hag is deaf as a post."
I managed to swallow before I burst out laughing. "It's okay," I said, raising my glass and finishing the first Shaken Orgasm in one long swig. "Do you think the cops will hassle me if I take the second one on the street to watch your famous Key West sunset?"
"Nope. That's why I had him put it in a souvenir cup. They would never make you toss that."
"Thanks." I'd finally gotten an orgasm, and one for the road, without having to work at it. Absolutely worth the thirty dollars I dropped on the table as I swung my bag on my shoulder.
"Mallory Square is the place to be," she said, tucking the ten into her pocket and looking for the bill to match up the twenty. "If you see a tall guy with a parrot named Ernie, be sure to tell him that Cindy is waiting for him with new hoops tonight." She brushed her hand over her boobs and winked.
I nodded, wishing I could have shed my inhibitions when I'd left New York and pierced my nipples or got some funky tattoo on my ass, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything permanent, but I was sure going to make the most of this weekend. I hadn't thrown away the man I loved and three years of my life for nothing. I was going to get what I'd come for.
* * * *
Nursing my Shaken Orgasm, I gazed at the hypnotic globe falling from the sky to the sea and smiled in triumph. The tourists and the wacky show the locals were putting on were everything I thought they'd be. They hid me from the daily drudgery of the city, they hid me from the curious gazes of colleagues, and most importantly, they hid me from the person I'd thought I'd wanted to be.
Forever, I'd deluded myself into believing that I wanted nothing more than to be a successful career woman, in the big city, who would eventually find fulfillment in a white-picket fence existence in the arms of my prince charming. Then, with my career peaking and my three-year relationship coming to a head, I ran. The moment Prince Charming got down on one knee and whipped that Tiffany box from his jacket pocket, I bolted out of the five-star restaurant and pounded two miles of pavement on five hundred dollar heels to my building.
My timing was always off. You see, when life handed me exactly what I'd asked for, I'd tossed my wine glass across the room and ran.
I ran to escape from the Addison London who worked real hard and played in designated fields. I wanted to play offside.
I ran home to hide.
Actually, I never made it up to our apartment. I hit the basement button in the elevator, scrounged my BMW's key out from the pocket of my Gucci, and drove for two days to a place where nobody, not one fucking person, knew my name.
I had the decency to return Mark's call when I stopped for the night in Virginia. After all, it wasn't his fault that I'd trapped myself into an existence I didn't really want. It wasn't his fault that I'd placed endless limitations on what I'd done for the past three years.
"I'm sorry, Mark," I told my first and only lover. "I'm not ready. I can't commit. There are so many things I need to do and experience in my life."
I rambled about my shortcomings as a woman. I told him that it wasn't his fault, but all me. He listened, rather patiently for him, and when he asked what exactly I wanted to do next, I answered as direct as possible. "I'm going to watch the sun set at Mallory Square."
And then my phone cut off. The battery was dead, I didn't have my charger, and since I'd said my piece and apologized, I wasn't planning on buying a new one.
This was going to be about me, for me, and only me.