You
()
About this ebook
She is a gardener, living alone in the gardeners shed, surrounded by her books, her walking boots and her maps.
He is a photographer, 3524 miles away, American and completely opposite to her in every way.
And then it happens. An attraction, the flirting, the lust, the desire, written in letters to the other.
Her fantasies, with him, without him, in libraries and cafes and beaches and bedrooms and showers and alleyways. In the dark, in the daylight, on Sundays and Mondays and Saturdays, when she wakes from slumber, when she works in the garden, when she tries to put herself to sleep.
These are her secret desires, shared with a lover she has met on social media and has never met in person, but hopes to live out one day before she goes grey and arthritic and can't remember what she daydreamed about.
We all have these fantasies. Thoughts in our minds we are too ashamed or embarrassed to talk about. This book is for all those who feel guilty for being aroused and bewitched by erotica. You are not alone. This book is for all those who love erotica. You are not alone. This book is for all those who are curious about sex and who don't know how to talk about it. I've done it for you.
It is to be left for others on train seats and in telephone boxes, park benches and bus stops and in the waiting rooms buried in secret underneath the Car, Vogue and Gardeners World magazines.
Pippa Caruana
She's 39 and is a garden nymph, born to Maltese parents, brought up in the Canadian countryside and at the age of 21, emigrated to that charming island called England that nourished in her a desire for dirty knees and walking books and English grammar.Married for 24 years and having raised four delightful children, she now lives at the bottom of a 17th century walled garden in a ditty little garden shed filled with all her loves; books and maps, wellies and walking boots, tea and M&M’s, a teeny bed, a reading lamp and her favourite music - classical, jazz and good ole country tunes.She spends her days weeding and pruning, sowing and mowing, strimming and picking produce for the restaurant at the top of the garden. She spends her free time, reading and writing, fantasising and dreaming, playing scrabble on her own, pottering, pondering and taking herself for long walks in the English countryside.She is both an introvert and an extrovert. She likes people but secretly loves wildlife more. She loves dancing in the kitchen and yoga at 5 am and 3 am writing with a cigarillo and the windows open and Night, kissing her fingers and lapping at her skin.Her greatest love is writing for you. Her greatest dream is that you love what she writes.
Related to You
Related ebooks
YOU Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReignite Me Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Day My Kisses Tasted Like Disorder Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMind, Heart & Body: The Process of Love Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTales From The Sewer: Someone had to look with love our most miserable side Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBarefoot Over Broken Glass Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLOVE STUFF: Things I Love About You.... Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Perfect Disharmony Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsIndelicate Things: A Collection of Narratives About the Female Body Giving and Receiving Pleasure. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Wanting Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPlease Don't Go Before I Get Better Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Thursday Night: When Love and Lust are Entertwined Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBecause I Can Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFrom A Girl to A Lady- A Book of Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFollowing Fear: How I Faced 30 Fears and Learned to Trust the Unknown Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe E Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSecret Seductions: Letters of Lustful Intentions & Impulsive Desires Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLovers - Erotic Short Story Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5The Napkin Novels: Volume One Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMore Than Air Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRemedy: An Intimate Collection of Poetry, Philisophies and the Prose and Cons of Healing Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTrue Confessions Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Dear Joseph, Love, Mom Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Rightful Wrongdoer Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMetaphorically Speaking Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThree Letter Lovers Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings1,000 Miles of Hope Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsYour Little Faery Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAll Things Visible and Invisible Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHats & Other Musings: Stories from a New York Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Erotica For You
Just Porn - Sex stories for Adults: Erotic stories uncensored English Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Sex Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/57 Short Erotic Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Big, Fun, Sexy Sex Book Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Explicit Content: Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/520 Hot Steamy Sex Tales (Lots Of Cock, Pussy, And Fucking) Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/510 Erotic Short Stories Vol. 1 Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Three To Please: 4 Explicit MFM Threesome Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBreed Me! #2 (Hardcore XXX Milf Impregnation Erotica) Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Tales of Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Intense: Erotic Short Story Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Quickies: Eight Short Erotic Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Best of Best American Erotica 2008: 15th Anniversary Edition Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Quick and Wild: Ten Short Erotic Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5365 Days Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5No...I Shouldn't (An Erotic Short Story) Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Good Girl Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Two Boyfriends Are Better Than One Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Quick and Dirty: Seven Short Erotic Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Ruin Me Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Scandalized Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Wallbanger Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Sex-Starved Marriage: Boosting Your Marriage Libido: A Couple's Guide Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Simply Wicked Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dirty Thirty Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Playing Knotty Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for You
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
You - Pippa Caruana
YOU
Pippa Caruana
Art Cover by Erica Diaz
Published by The Little French eBooks
Copyright 2021 Anne Marie Shutt
License Notes
This eBook is licensed for your enjoyment only. This eBook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to smashwords.com and purchase your copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this.
Before YOU...
You came into my life because I spoke about death. I wasn’t looking for you or wanting you or dreaming of you. I was preoccupied, focused and content with my full-time gardening job, loving my freedom and independence and thinking of nothing but my weekend walks in the hills with my flask, my backpack, and a map. Studying for my part time college course and devouring one book after another whenever I wanted a break from thinking.
You weren’t in my mind. You didn’t exist in my life. You were just some hot shot photographer on Instagram that lived 3,524 miles away in a country that sat geographically on top of my birth country. I followed you because I fell in love with your uncanny ability to capture the mundane behind the lens.
And then it all changed. Do people call that fate? When you meet a person, and you have no idea why until you’ve lost them? You privately messaged me after I had posted a video of myself in the herb garden during the winter months as I spoke about my love for winter’s death touch and the beauty of decay and the anticipation of new life. We discussed my views and yours and that was it.
It wasn’t your flattery that plucked at my heartstrings or your profile picture or your great photography. It was your choice of words...the fact that you used good grammar and in that one paragraph I sensed a mind that I could connect to.
It seemed so quick after that. The messages that passed between us, the photos shared and the way you made me laugh. You woke my body up in ways that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I found I could pick up a pen again and that was the best gift you have given me. I liked you too quickly, but it happened that way, regardless of whether I wanted to or not. You brushed away thoughts of college homework and gardening tasks and going to sleep easily. You replaced these thoughts with YOU . Beckoning me to your bed, laying your hands on my wretchedly needy body and unlocking my secret fantasies, visions and desires that I have kept secret forever, until now.
You sent me a photo of you, and your morning grey stubble made me feel all feminine inside. I traced the line of your lips on my phone screen with my finger and zoomed in to see the true colour of your eyes. They were blue. Steely blue and I held my breath for a second and unconsciously touched my finger to my lips, your gaze direct and piercing my own. There was something there that I found hard to explain, as though at that moment of eye-to-eye contact, you reached out through the screen and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, trailed your fingers along the back of my earlobe and down my neck, hesitant on my collar bone and then quietly withdrawing.
I remember my mouth going dry and needing to lick my lips as my knickers went damp for wanting you. You became a complete distraction after that, one that flustered and frustrated me because you made me feel weak and exposed and I have always felt strong and independent. I didn’t like the way you made me feel needy for you. My body deceives me, physically feeling deficit and bereft without you and when I tried to fill these needs myself, although the initial pleasure was there, I would still feel lacking and dissatisfied. You did this - unknowingly to me, and I can never admit this to you, cannot ever admit to feeling so anaemic without you.
You aren’t even my type. Aquarians and Taureans aren’t supposed to get along. You are so…. American. It turns out I loved your 6’1 frame and feeling like a mouse beside you and your blue eyes and the sexy streaks of grey in your hair, and I didn’t even mind the baseball cap that you wore religiously on every outing or the fact that you're more of a cat person then a dog person or that you didn’t drink coffee. I let my eyes travel along your cheekbones, along your jawbone and up the contours of your face to the spot just behind your ears. I wanted to touch the softness of them and the delicate way your hair curled around your neck. I caught the cocky and mischievous glint in your gaze, and I should have taken that as a warning. I’ve always been attracted to men capable of breaking my heart, but you had me within seconds…milliseconds...with butterflies in my stomach and new-found heat between my legs and happiness under my skin. I so wanted to touch you and see what you felt like and how you made me feel, imagining what it would be like with you for real.
You made me write about us without making me, and then I couldn’t stop writing about us and wanting you. You took me by surprise, tilted the ground beneath my feet, unbalanced my balanced life as though finding myself in a fun house, totally unprepared and blinkered.
February
I can’t believe how quickly you’ve turned my head. I find myself looking at my phone and waiting for that specific ping to go off, announcing your presence and whatever it is that you have to say or show me. You have no idea how that single sound affects my body. I can’t help the chemical reactions that flare up and I find it unnerving and at the same time exhilarating, as though discovering a new footpath and not knowing where it leads too, enticing me around each bend, over each hill and through each gate. I just felt...drawn to you somehow.
I hear that ‘ping’ and I feel happiness; a sun-beaming corny happiness that starts in my chest and travels through my body so that I am unconsciously smiling before I even pick up the phone. I feel electric under my skin and frustrated at the same time because I want so much to be sitting beside you, watching you watch me, making the corners of your mouth twitch with humour when I say something funny or just wanting you to touch me.
When you ‘ping’, I get butterflies in my stomach, big ones that go thumping around my insides and awakening my adrenaline. I am suddenly aware of my sex; the blood rush between my legs and that crazy instantaneous need for you to be touching me there…fingers or lips or tongue… and waiting for you to reply or start a conversation or just to say hi
.
You are so