Charity Sunday: Toward a Cure – #SMA #Research #CharitySunday

Greetings! Welcome to the first Charity Sunday of 2024. Today I’m supporting the charity that originally got me started with Charity Sunday: CureSMA (https://www.curesma.org/). 

 

SMA, or Spinal Muscular Atrophy, is a progressive hereditary neurodegenerative disease that affects the motor nerve cells in the spinal cord and impacts the muscles used for activities such as breathing, eating, crawling, and walking. Until recently, most babies born with SMA died before their first birthday. However, partly due to the work of CureSMA, there are now effective treatments that slow the progression of the disease and allow sufferers to enjoy a more normal life.

One of my cousins was born with SMA. Danny was lucky enough to have knowledgeable, supportive parents, and to receive an experimental treatment when he was an infant. He is now almost nine years old, and in stable health. He goes to school; he’s even been to Disneyland. Although he would still be considered quite severely disabled, there’s a good chance that he’ll live to become a productive, happy adult.

With more financial support, CureSMA can fund research and raise the profile of this relatively rare but terrible disease. I believe that new therapies on the horizon may be able to reverse at least some of the effects of SMA. Hence, today I will donate two dollars to CureSMA for every comment I receive.

Meanwhile, to thank you for joining me today, I have an exclusive steamy excerpt from my most recent release, Wild about That Thing. It has nothing whatever to do with my charity, but hopefully will amuse you.

You can find all the buy links for this novella on my website: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/wildaboutbook.html

Excerpt (Rated X)

Ruby sank down onto the bed, suddenly unsure. Without a word, Zeke began to undress. She swallowed hard, her pantyhose growing more sodden by the instant as he revealed his blond-furred torso and muscled thighs. He stepped out of his briefs, setting his erect cock free. It reared up from the red-gold tangle at his groin, swaying a bit, like a tree branch in the wind. Sporting a wicked grin, he stroked it once or twice to coax a bead of moisture from the fat bulb. Ruby clutched the bedspread, her heart slamming against her ribs. Was this really happening?

No sooner was Zeke naked than Remy began to disrobe. He kicked off his boots, then dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it into a corner, to be followed by his jeans. Gone was the composure that had first drawn her attention. Was it really less than a week ago? Urgency and impatience vibrated in his every gesture. His swollen penis arced towards the ceiling in a graceful curve, bobbing with his pulse. He struggled for control, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. His skin gleamed like polished oak, smoothed over the sculpted curves of his hairless chest and lean flanks. Revealed to Ruby for the first time, his naked body was every bit as compelling as his face. She fought the urge to literally throw herself at his feet.

Her suit jacket felt hot and constraining. She shrugged it off her shoulders. The silk of her blouse revealed her taut nipples, straining through the lace of her brassiere. Her musk escaped the confines of her panties and hose. She was dying for them to touch her, but neither man moved. She was the one in charge.

“Please,” she managed to choke out, holding out her arms. “Don’t make me wait any longer!”

In an instant, they were both by the bed. Remy crouched down to remove her shoes. He kneaded her insteps and arches. She tingled all over. He worked his way up her legs—massaging her calves, working his thumbs into the pressure points above her knees, stroking the insides of her thighs with light touch that shot straight to her pussy. As he worked, he pushed her skirt up into a crumpled mess in her lap. She didn’t care. She leant back to give him access to the elastic circling her waist. In one swoop, he relieved her of her underwear and stockings.

Meanwhile, Zeke knelt behind her on the bed, his thighs flanking her hips, his chest against her back, and his erection flattened against her spine. He reached around to unfasten her buttons, his blunt fingers brushing against the heated skin below her bra. The transient contact made her yearn for more. He removed her blouse, taking care not to damage the delicate garment, then addressed himself to the hooks of her bra. By the time she released the breath she was holding, he had bared her breasts. Her plentiful flesh spilled out of his palms. Zeke thumbed the swollen tips and lightning streaked down to her clit.

“God, you’ve got gorgeous tits, darlin’! Juicy and firm as Georgia peaches!” Zeke gave the aching nubs a pinch, making her squirm. At the same time, Remy’s slender fingers parted her labia and warm breath stirred her moist folds.

“Oh…” She hardly had time to moan before Remy’s mouth fastened on her pussy. “Oh—oh!” He burrowed into her, sucking her flesh into his mouth while swiping the flat of his tongue across her clit. Sensitized by days of self-imposed celibacy, her hungry cunt spasmed with pleasure under his expert attention. She tilted her pelvis and parted her thighs, trying for more contact. Remy probed her crevice, making her crave deeper penetration, before returning his attention to her clit.

Her whole being concentrated on the tongue dancing in her pussy. A climax curled in her belly. Remy’s mouth coaxed it closer to the surface.

All at once there was heat and wetness from a new source. Zeke’s ripe lips surrounded one nipple. He swirled his tongue around the engorged bead of flesh, then applied delicious suction. His moustache brushed her bare skin, soft and sensual. Just when she thought she’d burst from the pleasure, he transferred his mouth to the other breast, leaving the first soaked with saliva, chilled and tingling. He used his teeth but Ruby felt no pain, only a brilliant stab of delight.

Remy reacted as her body tensed. He drove his face into her sex, plunging his tongue into her hole, mashing her clit against his nose. The dueling sensations, above and below, drove her into a frenzy. Her lovers worked together to brink her to the peak. That realization—that the two men were collaborating in her pleasure—was what finally pushed her over the edge.

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Please don’t forget to leave a comment, to help Danny and the other kids battling SMA. Thank you!

 

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