From the Author…
Hi Everyone! I’m very excited to share my new book with you. Optical Illusions is special to me for so many reasons. I gave free rein to my characters and they took me in a different direction. I’ve been writing mostly MM romance lately, and the main character in this book is a woman. Maggie really got into my head, and I knew I had to write her story in first person POV. I usually write in third.
The story is fiction, but I included a few things that are near and dear to my heart. The setting is my hometown, Philly, and one of my cats plays a supporting role. I did change his name to protect the innocent.
Here’s a sneak peek at Optical Illusions. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Maggie’s troubled past makes her seal off her heart. She shuts everyone out, and puts all her energy into work, but suddenly, she’s having erotic fantasies about her two bosses. They’re perfect. Good-looking, intelligent, caring… Everything a woman could want. But they only have eyes for each other.
Michael and Aaron have been a couple since college, but one thing is missing from their relationship. They’re bisexual and they miss having a woman in their lives. Maggie would be the perfect addition to their family. She’s beautiful, smart, compassionate… But they’re sure she’ll never accept their unconventional lifestyle.
Be warned: menage (MMF) sex, m/m sex, anal sex, public exhibition
My hands shake as I unbutton my blouse and let it slide to the floor.
Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and toss it aside. The cool air turns my nipples hard and I can’t resist reaching up to pinch them. I shut my eyes and imagine Michael behind me, his fingers on my nipples. Where he is right this minute? Is he in the shower? Dressing for the reception?
Oh hell. This is stupid. I feel like a silly schoolgirl again, lusting for a man I can’t have. At least this time there’s no chance I’ll get hurt, because there’s zero chance of a hookup. I quickly unzip my gray slacks and shove them over my hips. My panties follow.
Warm, comforting steam envelopes me when I enter the tiny bathroom. Pinning up my long hair, I slide under the hot water until it reaches my chin. The sensation of floating is so relaxing. I close my eyes and let my mind drift with my body…
It’s Aaron I picture now. Aaron with his sandy hair and shy smile. I picture him kneeling by the tub, his nerdy, but super cool, horn rimmed glasses foggy from the steam. I can almost feel his soapy hands on my breasts.
A low moan escapes my throat, but again it’s my own hands cupping my swollen breasts. I rub and tug, twist and pinch, until my nipples stand erect. Pleasure travels from the rigid peaks to my clit. My knees rise and spread wide, and my hand moves between my thighs, teasing my closely trimmed bush. My swollen clit is begging to be touched, but my finger slides around the little bundle of nerves in slow circles. The anticipation is delicious.
Finally, I make contact, all the time pretending it’s Michael’s head between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my swollen nub. I rub harder, but my orgasm is beyond reach. It’s so frustrating. I want to be filled, stretched, impaled.
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.