Genre: Erotic Romance
Date of Publication: December 27, 2014
Word Count: Reader-vote story
Cover Artist: Indie Designz
After joining a sexual compatibility site, Sydney finds herself at a coffee shop awaiting her first date.
When bachelor number one makes a bizarre and slightly alarming entrance, will she stick to Plan A or choose the sympathetic stranger?
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Sydney Montrose slid into her favorite booth at the coffee house, her eyes darting from one corner to the other. Tensed up and nervous, she tapped her fingernails on the Formica tabletop a whole twenty minutes before her date with Charlie was supposed to begin.
If you could even call this a date.
Too many shots of tequila and a very convincing best friend had coerced her into joining an online sexual compatibility site, Sexcapades.com. Not a dating site. She was sick of dating. All that ‘getting-to-know-you’ crap, the fake smiles and feigned interest. Up till now she’d been taking the traditional route to a relationship right along with every other sucker. Yes, she wanted to find love. Eventually. What woman didn’t? But all the other sites out there focused on finding that love through communication and common interests and blah, blah, blah. Sexual compatibility, in her honest opinion, was a critical, too often ignored component.
There was a reason why they called it the ‘lusty thirties’. Okay, maybe that was just her. Once she reached that particular milestone, though, something inside her shifted. It was a sexual awakening, punctuated by a voracious desire to ‘get off’ that drove her batty most nights. She crossed her legs, feeling that familiar tingle between her thighs that she could never quite shake. An overwhelming urge to visit the ladies’ room took root, but she mentally glued her ass to her seat. She was fed up with servicing herself.
A smile flitted over her features as she recalled her last failed relationship. Trevor was a spanker. He also played the trombone in the same orchestra
played the piano for. Proximity could be a pain in the ass sometimes. He’d
whispered to her during rehearsal one evening that she gave him a tromboner.
That should have been a red flag, but one glance at his trousers and all
sensibility was lost. Until she found out he was doing the second chair piccolo
player. Cheeky bastard. Sydney
Since then she’d been through the entire woodwinds section and most of the brass, in part to seek revenge against Trevor, but mostly because they were the only guys she knew. Quite frankly, she was tired of dating men full of hot air. She was done with guys who were all talk. She needed action. Sexcapades.com, she hoped, was the answer.
Some of the questions the site asked when she created her profile would be qualified as shocking to most. By the time she’d paid the registration fee, she’d shared her favorite positions, how often she felt horny, and whether she was a cuddler or a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind. Depended on the guy. Sex toys: yea or nay? Yea-ish. Screamer or a silent type? Screamer. Definitely a screamer.Though every picture she posted on her profile was of her fully-clothed, she’d never felt more exposed. Or empowered.
Hailing from the Great White North, Evelyn Jules loves curling up on the couch with a hot toddy and a steamy book. Nothing warms a girl up faster than a little hanky-panky. When she’s not reading deliciously erotic tales, she’s weaving her own in hopes of warming her readers’ hearts and other parts!
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