Black for Last

By Libby Fox

This novel revolves around Sophie a sexy troubled married woman whose cravings force her to embark on an emotional journey. She works as a cardiac nurse at her local hospital in Basingstoke. Her seductive charm falls on Mark Silberman, a resident plastic Surgeon where she works. This high flyer hooks the bait and invites her on a date to the theatre. An extended invitation to a coffee at his place

• Language: English
• Publisher: Libby Fox
• Release date: Jan 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310854118

Libby Fox

About the AuthorLibby Fox was born in Malta but spent most of her life living and travelling abroad mainly in Central Europe, Middle East, and USA. Since then she has settled in UK after she got married to her English husband . Being multilingual she decided to work as a Professional Interpreter after giving up her Pharmacy job. In 2015, she wrote her first book , a Romance /Erotica "BLACK FOR LAST" followed by another two, recently completed this year 2017. Her just published second book, a raunchy Sequel to the first called “Sophie's Paris” has attracted a lot of attention from the readers. Her third is titled "Conflicts of Destiny." The style and genre is aliens to the other two. It is an ecclesiastical, intriguing and humourous romance. Her greatest love is animals of all kind , also classical music/Opera/Lieder /Musicals. In her younger days she performed Lieder /Opera both home and abroad. Painting is another pastime of hers and her favourite style is Abstract .https://twitter.com/livF2https://www.facebook.com/liv.fox.7http://www.amazon.com/BLACK-LAST-Olivia-Fox-ebook/dp/B00T0VRDYQ/ ... ...

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About the author.

A rolling stone am I having trotted the globe.

From Europe to the Holy Land where I nearly left my skin.

The States I further travelled but the snow I abhorred.

A Jack-of-all trades am I, and my skills are many!

From Pharmacy to Interpreting I tackled both.

In the end putting ink to paper I did to try and gather some moss.

Dedication

To David, Sandra & Mandy

Thanks for your help and encouragement

BLACK FOR LAST

By

Libby Fox

CHAPTER 1

Northeast Basingstoke-England

Having been blissfully married for 20 years, I found myself becoming attracted to other men. My libidinous nature has obviously contributed to this. Though I have to be honest, a sense of guilt has always haunted me, discouraging me from attempting to quench my thirst by indulging in the forbidden. Maybe it stems from the fact that my hubby, due to his Christian moral ethics, is completely monogamous.

I have endured and accepted this concept of fidelity for a very long time, but my senses are utterly exhausted. I wonder if my upbringing has contributed to my state of mind creating the desire to copulate with other men as well, having continuous longing to be an object of sexual desire and ownership. Being bestowed with all the possible love one can give. It is a moral dilemma and a real conundrum.

They do say a man’s brain is between his legs, but surely there are also women who are sexually just as highly strung. I hoped I was not the odd one out. How does one tackle the situation of restraint, especially when the attraction is mutual? Life is too short. I have always cerebrally classified sex the number one pleasure. Surely I do not see anything wrong in self-permissiveness. It never did anyone any harm as long as the other party is not aware, avoiding any discomfort or distress without having to conform to the norm.

There is nothing more exhilarating than having an affair. It encourages stimulation of the dormant hormones, elevating them to the height of ecstasy again. Getting the heartbeat faster prior to encounter and feeling alive again. Sexual indulgence hyped by the extra-marital element is what I always hunger to attain. I might be conceited, animalistic, lacking in morals, egotistical, yet I have to carry out my secret cravings otherwise I will render myself miserable for the rest of my life. Could it maybe be midlife crises? I doubt it.

No spring chicken am I, but being endowed with a sexual appetite of a twenty-year-old makes me yearn even more for indulging. In this day and age people’s perception of extra-marital affairs varies. Some see it as fornication, others as a bit on the side. I see it as replenishment for excitable unexplored sex and a way of staying healthy.

Sexual attraction to other men is normal, and I intend to follow it through. It is a well-known fact that ancient Greeks believed in and practiced sexual activity, hetero, homosexual and lesbian in every sense of the word and considered it a normal mundane function to have concubines contributing by producing illegitimate children.

I do not consider celibacy normal for it goes against the grain. Sex is a natural happy pill. It encourages the brain to produce hormones Dopamine and Seratonin. If only more people indulged in it. I have had a happy married life with one partner but somehow feel it has reached its peak so I am eager to try more different experiences, exploring other ways of being provided with maximal pleasure. The secret is to be discreet. Hurting my husband is the last thing on my mind. As much as it sounds outrageous I am itching to taste the forbidden. He is oblivious of my desires and trusts me implicitly. It could be maybe because I had never been unfaithful. But the time has come for me to push aside my moral beliefs. The problem is initiating it. Having sex with other men is on my agenda twenty-four hours a day. How do I discover the right sexual partners? At work, my eyes are constantly hovering, searching for sexual prey to entrap.

CHAPTER 2

Work? As it just so happens there is someone who tickles my fancy in every way possible, which is inspiring me even more to unleash my yearnings. At work, my encounters are with Hospital Consultants and other Professional people who move around like headless chickens, up and down the long corridors climbing lifts to heaven or hell in their hard-pressed and stressful lifestyle. Being a ward nurse, I take it in my stride and try to mix business with pleasure. I work at this Victorian hospital in Basingstoke not far from the city centre.

I have in fact been lately fantasising of this tall and handsome Greek god. Dark eyes, with this enormous protrusion, sculptured on his neck moving up and down like an extension of his cock. I am referring to his beautiful Adam’s apple, making me go wild every time I see it. His Roman nose, high and elegant, pronounced like his Adam’s apple gets my juices going. His broad shoulders compliment his lovely muscular chest, and his little tight bum is to die for indeed. Even his legs are solid.

To get such a body makes me wonder if he might be visiting the gym on a regular basis. Contemplating on him a bit longer, made me realise the astonishingly physical similarities to my father in his younger days. Certain features, his face and stature are so identical to his. It is so very strange how I should fall in love with someone like that. Quite uncanny. Oh by the way, this Greek god I have been talking about happens to be a plastic surgeon who for about six months has been working at the same hospital as myself.

The problem is manifesting a subtle sweet seduction. Unfortunately for me, due to his private clinic, he works only on specific days. For the moment, I have to wait hope and pray I might catch his attention. Probably lunch break will be my best opportunity.

I have been trying to plan it mentally step by step. Patience is not one of my strong points, so I was hoping for a miracle. It just so happened one fine day a few days later, this tall, dark hunk decided, at lunch break to park his gorgeous body next to mine. God I could not believe my luck. Was this fatal attraction on his part? I felt a shiver going down my spine but plucked up the courage to look him straight in the eye.

Giving him a long intense glance I managed a breathless:

Good morning.

He replied saying: Actually it’s well after twelve o’clock, I tittered while staring into his deep dark eyes. He seemed bemused so I attempted to keep him hooked by struggling to adopt a soft sexy tone:

Well time is very relevant to professionals like you and you’ve to utilise it in the proper manner.

Yes, unfortunately. But we still manage to find time for a little fun and entertainment, he said looking interested.

What sort of entertainment do you partake in if I may enquire? I asked boldly getting rather encouraged at this point.

Well, all sorts I suppose, theatre, travelling and partying.

I see we have something in common you and I, he said casting an eye on his watch.

Funny but my indulgences are similar to yours, in fact, theatre going is my passion so is travelling, I replied in a husky voice.

Better be off, we’ll finish this conversation another day,

Certainly, I managed to utter enthusiastically.

How about tomorrow? I insisted.

Maybe. He stood up and without looking back disappeared down the corridor.

I could hardly stand up. I was shaking all over. My heart was pounding and felt as of it might eject out of my mouth. I tried to compose myself. Managed to get up nearly tripped catching my foot in the chair, then trying to steady myself I headed back to the ward like a drunken sailor. I felt I had started the ball rolling as my knight in a white coat has paid me ceremonious politeness. At least he had noticed me. I was sure in my heart of hearts there would be another encounter with this godlike creature.

CHAPTER 3

Days and even weeks went by, but no sign of this hunk. I must have missed his lunches or am I deluding myself? Tolerant perseverance I will adopt no point in panicking. Eventually, he showed his face again. He dived elegantly to my table and spoke to me. It was music to my ears.

Hello again. Remember me? We never finished our little chat last time, he said full of enthusiasm.

I acknowledged by looking straight into his eyes.

Well, shall we pick up where we left off? he continued.

Oh yes please, I squeaked while clearing my throat.

Last time we spoke you mentioned a love for the theatre am I right? he questioned.

Absolutely, I replied trying to suppress the obvious wobble in my voice. I felt my head spinning and my heart was going fast as a train. Even my hands were shaking.

As it happens, he carries on, I’ve got a couple of tickets for Chekov’s The Cherry Orchard" at the Haymarket would you like to accompany me?

Of course I would. I love Chekov especially his Three Sisters which I saw last year.

What day is it on?

Friday. Would that be convenient for you? he asked.

I don’t think I’ve anything on so it should be fine with me. By now I was starting to relax and enjoying every minute. I controlled my joy and tried to look casual, but then something hit me, what shall I tell my husband?

Oh, I can pick you up if you want, he offered.

Hmm, oh yes, that would be lovely, trying to think quickly of a diverted pick up spot away from home. He could pick me up at the nearby post office. That sorted out we went our separate ways. The wait till Friday inflicted headaches of uncertainty exacerbated by the lack of self-conviction as to whether he will make an appearance or not. It all sounded too good to be true. But time flew and Friday arrived. True to his words he picked me up on time, I could not believe my eyes.

I had told my husband I was going out with friends on a Hen night. His firm belief in my loyalty makes me shudder. Next thing I know I was riding in a Maserati next to a hunk in a brown suit looking dashingly good looking and statuesque. His aftershave must have been Calvin Klein, I easily recognised it being my favourite too. I was feeling turned on completely by his presence next to me.

By the way, you can call me Mark, we’re not at work at the moment. My last name is Silberman.

Feeling totally pampered I replied. I definitely will and it’s a pleasure to know you. Mine is Sophie Last.

Lovely name, and carried on, lovely like your scent, I love it, he remarked, resting his hand on my thigh. I felt a flush racing to my cheeks and a quiver in my nether regions. I slowly directed my hand on his. Thank God we did not exchange any more words until we arrived at the theatre. He obviously preferred urban living being close to Basingstoke town centre.

After having found a parking spot, Mark was very courteous. He opened the car door for me and on getting out he offered me his hand. It can be tricky wearing high heels like mine. We then walked up to the theatre. It looked completely refreshed after a full refurbishment. Going through the busy foyer we headed to the stalls. Our seats were right in the front beneath the stage, best seats you can get. It must have cost Mark a penny or two, but then money was no object to him I suppose as long as he gets what he wants. Once we got seated, he took hold of my hand. All through the play he kept pressing and massaging my fingertips in silence, which I must admit, felt like foreplay. We went down to the bar during the interval. He offered me a drink, so I settled for red wine, this should calm me down I thought. Mark drank small mouthfuls of coffee, standing there,