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Well, I am new here and don't really know anyone, but I wanted to share some good news! 8D

 I now have a piece of mine under consideration with an E-Book Publisher! This is a peculiar piece of mine, one that is a far cry from the children's stuff I normally write - in fact it isn't even fantasy which is my other writing weakness. Though I will admit that I had a wickedly good time writing the romance/erotica piece. I guess the old saying, 'the devil made me do it' takes precedence here. LOL! As a divorcee, I found quite abit of comfort at writing out a fantasy of mine in part, the other part was added on request from others that have read the work. Wish me the best of luck, and if you are curious, I've added a bit of a sampling of the work below.... read and hopefully enjoy....

Matt caught his eyes lowering to Amy’s well-toned ass as she shimmied in front of him. His cheeks reddened guiltily as he saw her looking at him over her shoulders. When they reached the bins, she lifted a belt out and handed it to Matt. A smile played on her full and pouty lips. Matt turned away from her to fasten his weight belt. He fought the urge to grab her around the waist and bury his face in her neck.

            Amy led him toward the Assisted Pull-up Machine. “I think we’re going to focus on your upper body today, and I think we should probably work in a circuit to help burn some more of the fat away.”

            Matt shrugged. “Sounds good to me. You’re the trainer.” Matt smiled as he watched Amy bend over to adjust the weight pin in the weight stack. Her tight ass seemed to be barely contained in her workout capris. The only panty line he could make out was a little bit toward the waistband, suggesting that she wore a thong. His mind drifted off as he tried to imagine what kind of thong she would wear.

            She straightened as the doors to the aerobic room burst open and the streams of women left the Buttbusters class. The last woman out headed toward them.

            “Hey, Amy! Sorry to bother you but I wanted to hand over the key to the cabinet in there.”

            “No problem, Rebecca. I’ll see you on?”

            “Thursday. I’m off for the next six days.”

            “That’s right! You told me about that. Have a safe vacation up the coast.”

            “Thanks.” The aerobics instructor turned to where Matt waited at the weight bench. “You’re looking good there. Amy’s working it all off you, no?”

            Matt laughed at her. “Yeah, she needs to call the place you sweat and you lose it.”

            Rebecca and Amy both laughed at that. Then, Amy went on to add, “Hey I like that, it’s got a nice ring to it.”

            “Hey, sorry I interrupted you again.” Rebecca called as she turned to head to the group fitness office.

            “No problem,” Matt replied as he watched the office door swing shut behind her.

            Amy adjusted the knee pads on the machine and turned to Matt, seeing him distracted by the group fitness instructor, called out, “Hey, you still with me there Romeo.”

            “What? Oh yeah, sorry.” Matt mumbled as he moved to position himself on the machine.

            Amy watched him. “You alright, Matt? You seem really distracted.”

            Matt felt his stomach plummet to his feet. He didn’t know if he was ready to talk about it or not. His wife’s affair seemed to be affected every single thing he did.

            “I swear I’ll uphold the client-trainer confidentiality agreement we signed.” Amy tried again.

            Then without realizing it, Matt started talking. “My wife and I are having some problems. I just found out she was having an affair.”

            Here Amy interrupted him. “Would you rather discuss this outside the gym? I know it can be hard to talk with a fear of being overheard.”

            Matt studied her. Her full lips pouted with her concern, and Matt couldn’t help but wonder, or maybe wish, there was more than just trainer/client concern there. Her red hair tumbled from a long ponytail over her shoulder, and the whole picture seemed to mock him, yet caused a stirring below his waistline.

            “Yeah, but we aren’t finished here, are we?”

            Amy smiled. “We can be. Let me grab my coat and get Eric to lock up when he leaves.”

            Matt was overcome with strange emotions as he nodded and watched her head over to the manager’s office. Her exercise top exposed her lower back and it seemed to beckon for his touch. His loins lit up with pent up desire, and to mask it he hurriedly went to grab his bag from the locker.

            By the time, he had his keys and jacket on; Amy reappeared from the manager’s office wearing her own jacket. She had taken the time to pull her hair loose from her elastic and it fell in auburn waves down her back. Matt swallowed hard. His nerves felt like they were electrified. Had he been crazy to do this?

            Amy walked up to him and smiled. “Hey having second thoughts? With that frown, I hope I’m not too terrible to look at.”

            Matt jumped and rushed to explain. “I was just thinking that I hope none of her cronies catch us. No telling what they’d start telling her about me.”

            Amy’s eyes narrowed. “Point taken.”

            “No, you don’t understand. I didn’t mean anything by that.”

            “Its okay, Matt. You worry too much. If you would feel more comfortable my apartment is just around the corner. We could walk and leave your vehicle here, so she didn’t see it in my parking lot or anything.”

            Matt chewed on the idea. Amy certainly had a point. Then he remembered something. “Hey don’t you have a roommate or something? I don’t want to seem like an intruder.”

            Amy held her smile. “You’re worrying again. Susan’s gone to the airport. She won’t be back until around seven next Monday. Won’t be anyone but us there, and your secret is safe with me-whatever it is.”

            Matt thought about being alone with Amy and wondered if all they would do would be talk. He felt his face heat slightly, as he realized he didn’t just want to talk with her.

            “I mean, if you’d rather…”

            “No,” Matt cut in. “Let’s go to your apartment.” This last part he said in barely more than a whisper.

            Amy smiled and led the way to the door.

 

 

I will admit though the piece gets quite a bit more exciting and really this is only a portion of one of the 3 main characters introduction. 8D

 

Thanks for reading!