Men were exhausting... #MFRWHooks #Polyamory #Summer

It’s high summer, and I wanted to share a seasonally appropriate excerpt with you today. I settled on a bit from Sharing Leah. In this snippet, Leah has gone off on her own, to find some peace after struggling to satisfy both the men in her life. She ends up at a vacation camp on the Maine coast.

Actually, this place is real; my husband and I happened on it years ago during one of our New England excursions.  

http://www.oaklandseashorecabins.com/ 

It has a fascinating history dating back to the nineteenth century, and a kind of magic that has stuck with me, even after many decades. I wonder if you can sense this in the excerpt?

Blurb

How can she choose between her husband and her master?

Some women might think Leah's existence heavenly – shared by two sexy men who both adore her. But Daniel’s and Greg’s jealousy and possessiveness make Leah's life a hell. Unable to bear the continuous conflict, she leaves them to ponder her future. She realizes she cannot live without either of her lovers. But if the two men can't settle their differences, how can she bear to live with them?

 

The Hook

Leah woke to the screech and twitter of birds in the trees surrounding the cabin. The pearly light filtering through the gingham curtains told her that it was barely dawn. I should go back to sleep, she thought. It must have been nearly two when I crashed.

She was alert despite the hour, however. Slumber did not appeal to her. She rose and showered, noting ruefully that her thighs were sticky and her pussy sensitive and sore. She shook her head. What had gotten into her last night? She hardly ever masturbated. Of course, living with two virile men, she rarely needed to be content with self-pleasuring.

She resolved that she wouldn’t think about Daniel and Greg. Not yet, at least. The shower was pleasantly warm, but she shivered when she stepped out onto the tiled floor. The temperature had dropped overnight, and being a summer place, the cabin was not heated. She was grateful that she had brought a jacket. Autumn was not far off.

She pulled on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved knit shirt. Nobody here would upbraid her for being sexually inaccessible. She grinned to herself. Men were exhausting. It took so much work to keep them happy.

Donning her jacket, she stepped out onto the porch. The birdsong increased in volume. The cool morning air was like wine, a bracing tonic that roused her further. Her spirits rose when she saw the ocean, no more than twenty feet from the cabin steps.

Last night she had been too tired to even look. Now she gazed out across tranquil waters of Glenn Cove, shimmering silver under the mother-of-pearl sky. Near the horizon she could just make out the charcoal smudge that she knew was Vinalhaven Island. She and Daniel had rented a sailboat, two summers ago, and visited the quaint villages that clung to its craggy shores. They had brought wine and a picnic lunch, which they ate on board, anchored within view of Seal Bay lighthouse. And then, stretched out on cushions on the floor of the boat, they’d made love.

Leah recalled it vividly. The summer sun deliciously hot on their bare skin. The raucous gulls wheeling overhead, spying on their public coupling. The intoxicating scent of Daniel’s sweat, dripping off his bronzed torso onto her breasts as he held himself above her.

No, no, no! She was not supposed to be thinking about them. Taking a deep breath, she resolutely pushed the memories away. She let her eyes sweep across the peaceful seascape, seeking some of that peace for herself.

Something flashed in the distance. Light flowed along the horizon in both directions, growing thicker and brighter, until an orange disk breached the ocean’s surface. Leah squinted out over the water as the rising sun painted paths of gold across the silver waves. A new day dawned, full of beauty and promise.

She could live without them. For a few days at least. Locking the cabin door behind her, Leah headed to the big house for breakfast.

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