I am in the process of writing a 20,000 word novella. It is away from my normal style of stories, but contains a strong leaning towards the love of a man for a woman. The story opens with a self-obsessed, worldly-wise young man meeting an older woman and both have only one thing on their mind; sex.
This is part of the opening chapter. It contains a graphic sexual scene, so if that may offend then do not read on; (A lot has happened to get to this excerpt)
“Let’s see what you have to offer, shall we?” I smiled, but was empty of words. She lent across me and started to roll up my white T-shirt and the slight chill of the early morning caught my naked chest as her breasts rose up in front of my face and I feasted on her bristling nipples, rolling my tongue across both. She pulled away and fleetingly I worried if that was end of my education in the hands of an older women. Had I done something wrong? It was not, and I had not.
Her hands found the buckle to my belt and I lifted forward as my Levis and briefs were removed together, her eyes never leaving my own.
There was a satisfying “hmm” from her lips, as her fingers stroked my erect penis and her mouth slowly lowered towards it.
That was the precise moment that Laura decided to enter my life from the conservatory door.