Passions in the North Country (Siren Publishing Classic) by Summer Newman Read Free Book Online

like a lighthouse spotted by a passing mariner in a storm. Somehow she felt safe, hidden, and yet, even though there was a degree of comfort here, she could not co - exist with that man, that arrogant, self-centered egotist. He was insufferable. She had seen men like that before, handsome and sexy, men who thought they could do whatever they wanted.
    She closed her curtain and climbed into bed, reading a sexy novel well into the night. It felt good to escape, to fly away to an exotic locale, some place where a woman met her soul mate and they found completion. She loved the sexy romances the most, and though she had no luck with men in real life, she enjoyed thoughts of being ravished in a seaside cottage or in a mountain chalet.
    Jenny’s thoughts were racy, though she never gave anyone the slightest clue that she had an extremely powerful sex drive. Before Ivan she would occasionally wear sexy clothes, seeing herself as a pretty flower trying to entice bees to seek her out. With Ivan she could no longer go braless, and could certainly not put on her favorite short shorts, the ones that showed her long, smooth, and soft legs. She had legs everyone noticed, men and women alike. The type of legs show business women insured. Normally Jenny dressed conservatively, acted conservatively, but in her mind she was anything but conservative. She had a full, rich, and wild sex life when the lights went out. In her fantasies, she was a seductress, a wild, untamed woman who could satisfy a man and leave him in a near comatose state.
    She would lie on her back, touch herself, and transport into a dream realm where delicious delights awaited. But that’s all she ever did. In her life she had had only two sexual encounters, both one night stands, and both on separate spring breaks several years earlier. It wasn’t that she didn’t want a man—how badly she wanted a real man to play with!—no, for Jenny she simply could not find a man who was right. Either he didn’t appeal to her, or he was too immature, clinging, reckless—there was always something. And if it didn’t feel right, she wasn’t going to do it. That resolve left her leading a celibate life for over half a decade, even though her hunger was voracious. She would masturbate regularly, sometimes two and three times a day. It was the only way to quell the fire burning in her pit. But because of Ivan, she felt so agitated that she had not touched herself in almost two months. He had become the water on her fire. The ultimate turnoff.
    But now, out of his orbit, Jenny’s passion again started to rise. She laid down her novel and turned off the light. In the story the heroine was a beautiful dark-skinned woman deserted on a South Sea island with a handsome man from an antagonistic tribe. They had vowed at first to fight each other, then realized such a course of action was of benefit to neither. For weeks they ignored each other, living at separate ends of the island. But they would come into contact when she gathered fruit and he fished or hunted for wild game. Then he happened upon her while she was bathing, naked in the moonlight, her large, heavy breasts hanging like succulent fruit, the big, round nipples dark and swollen. The power of attraction had taken over and he waded into the water with her. Then, for the next ten pages, the author described the hottest, sexiest lovemaking Jenny had ever read.
    She started to touch herself, whisked away on the magic carpet into an erotic dream where she was totally engaged in wild, unthinking sex. That’s what she liked best. When nothing else existed except the carnal pleasure, the sweet delights of lust and passion. Again she was starting to feel really good, ready to explode in a magnificent climax. But just as she approached the door of release, Devon North’s face popped into her mind. She saw him naked, in full horn, ready to mate with her.
    “No!” she suddenly said with a sour look, pulling her hand out of her