Mrs. Helen Ryan the young beautiful wife of Dr. Herbert Ryan is shopping in her favorite grocery store, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. You see, as college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working the two weeks as high priced call girls. Her working name had been April Showers and now, someone behind her, someone she dared not look at, is calling her April.
In a panic, she rushes into and hides in the ladies room. When she thinks the coast is clear, she rushes through the checkout stand looking wide eyed at everyone, wondering if the person who called her April is still around. Is he watching her?
Breathing a sigh of relief, Helen heads to her posh Paradise Valley home in her BMW and alleged safety, only to find out nothing is safe for April Showers, any more. As the man who accosted her in the store aggressively confronts her, she realizes, for better or worse, her life will never be the same.
My ringing cell phone drew me away from my succulent reverie. I retrieved the phone from my Prada leather handbag and flipped open the cover. "Hello."
"Railroad Park on Scottsdale Road."
My breath escaped me. It was him. ""What makes you think I'll come?""
"Because you're a whore. Wear your red polka dot sundress and nothing else. I'm going to fuck you."
"Hello." He hung up. In the back of my mind, I realized he'd gone through my closet, but I was too turned on to think about. The second he said he was going to fuck me, my pussy constricted, and juices started seeping from its walls. He didn't give a time. He's waiting. I rushed into my bedroom and shed everything in a frenzy. Naked, I pulled the requested red dress off the rod with care and slipped it on as if it was something to be revered. I wore only the dress as instructed and a pair of white Manolo sandals.
It took me ten minutes to get there. After parking, I strode into the park. Since it happened to be a weekday morning there weren't many visitors. Scanning the area, I spotted three mothers in the playground with toddlers, an elderly couple strolling, a young man on a bench with a computer and a man and woman jogger. My body felt electrified at the anticipation Randy's huge prick inside me, but I didn't see him. Then my phone rang. I fumbled the phone getting it out but caught it. "Hello?"
"I'm on the other side of the locomotive."
He hung up before I could say a word. I raced to the other side of the engine and he stood there all in black his back to me. I rushed to him and as I rounded him, I kissed him. The languorous, but passionate kiss was to die for. His silky tongue slipped through the crease between his lips and plundered my mouth. His hands were over me, kneading my breasts, squeezing my *ss and feeling my sensitive areas through the dress. Then as his hand slipped under the dress, I was barely able to catch my breath. I tensed as Randy's clever fingers split my nether-lips apart, probing the edges of my needy vagina. The hot Arizona weather was miniscule compared to the heat this man engendered in me. Flashes of heat and erotic lust raced to my erogenous zones and I sensed a trickle of cream meandering down my leg.
As I noticed his burgeoning cock through the thin dress, digging into my belly, he pulled away. He took my hand from around his neck and guided it down to the neck of his c*ck. I looked down. His c*ck, sticking out of his pants was rigid and pulsating. He gently pushed down on my shoulders. "I want you to s*ck me off."
I protested, "We're in the open. There's a path right there." I nodded to my left. "Someone might see us."
"Two lovers getting carried away. No one will think much of it. Besides, I have a feeling you would enjoy being watched as much as I do."
He is right. Why does he seem to know me better than I do? I lowered to my knees. Thank God, it was grass instead of gravel. Maybe it was why he chose this location. I noticed, out of the side of my eye, a jogger come into view just as Randy's silky cock entered my mouth. As I stroked him with hand and mouth. The jogger--a woman--jogged in place approximately fifty feet away. ""That's it, baby,"" he purred and I shuddered from head to toe.
Just as I saw the elderly couple stroll up beside the jogger and gape, Randy pulled out of my mouth and raised me up. He lifted me up and turned me toward the locomotive. "Bend over," he ordered. I placed my fingers and thumbs around a bar on the antique train as he spread my legs and lifted my dress up. Since they were now behind me, I couldn't see the spectators anymore. A delightful pain engulfed me as Randy rammed his super sized instrument into me, making that sweet ache go away as every inch of his c*ck pummeled me.
ON APRIL SHOWERS
Can you describe April Showers in one sentence?
Girls Gone Wild
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
The public sex part in Railroad Park. Also the Dubious consent in the mc's home.
What was the hardest chapter (or part) to write and why?
The hardest part is always my sex scenes. I don't just skim through them. I delve deep into them. Sometimes I write as little as a hundred words an hour.
What makes it so different from all the books out there?
That I wrote it. If you don't believe me, read it.
For those who might consider reading your book, what would you tell them to expect?
It's very raw and mesmerizing. Don't expect nice people or a hea.
WRITING IN GENERAL
Have you ever written anything else?
Ah-huh. Last count I'd published about sixty titles in all pseudonyms. I'm working on book four of the Consequence series right now. It's called $ex in $in City
How long did it take you to complete your first book?
Nine months and it was a loser.
Do you work with an outline, or just write?
Yes...the later. I get an idea and let my muse take me on a journey. I also have about thirty books where my muse got lost.Those stories are in my must finish file. I imagine some of them have mold on them by now.
What does your writing area look like?
Good question. Through the years it's changed. Right now since I currently write on a laptop one of my writing areas looks curiously like a queen sized bed, a night stand and a nesting table. The other one looks like an occasional chair and ottoman with a TV tray stand for coffee and things.
One of your favorite quotes –
To a man with a hammer, everything is a nail. MARK TWAIN (A brilliant mind)
How did you bring life to your characters?
Instinct. Some things you just do without knowing why or how.
What is the hardest and easiest part about being an erotica writer?
When someone asks what kind of books you write and when you answer them they look at you like you're a pervert.
Do you ever experience writer’s block?
All the time and some of my worse books were when I forced myself to write through the block. Rule number one: Never write if the inspiration isn't there. Edit, promote, make a cover or make yourself a ham sandwich, but DON'T write.
Hmm. A ham sandwich sounds like a good idea.
Dee was born in Chicago, and grew-up in Las Vegas. Dee loves the Southwest and for the last twenty-five years has lived in sunny Arizona, and so far he hasn't melted. He's a young sixty-thirteen, stands about six foot, has sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a ruddy complexion. He presently resides in Carefree AZ with his beautiful wife of thirty-three years and a white Lab named Summer. (Children are grown.)
Dee Dawning started writing in 2004. To date he's published over fifty titles of various lengths and genres from erotica to sweet romance and from drama to action suspense. Some say his writing is a little quirky and that's just fine with Dee. If you're looking for something a little different check out his scribblings. I doubt you'd be disappointed.
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