A review by shanlyz
Blindfolded Innocence by Alessandra Torre
adventurous
funny
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.5
Or should I rate this a 6.9 βοΈ π
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βYouβre exactly his type. You need to stay as far from Brad De Luca as you can get.β
βThen why would you limit yourself? Why require that love be attached to the act? There is no sense in living a dry, sexless existence while you wait the years it could take to find your next love,' in the meantime missing out on some of your peak sexual years." I opened my mouth to object, but he plowed on. "Most people don't truly ever fall in love. As you admitted yourself, your first two loves probably weren't loves' at all. If you follow the love before sex' thought pro-cess, you will probably just get sexually frustrated and convince yourself that you love someone simply so you'll allow yourself to sleep with him, which will only end in an unnecessarily long relationship that will end with someone getting hurt.β That was quite a speech. "Look, for you sex might be a sexual release, but I don't function the same way. Sex for me is more of an emotional thing, not anything that I need."
"Bullshit. Everyone needs sex."
"That is a man talking. You have a need to release your.. stuff. We don't operate that way, or at least I don't. Like I said, it's emotional, not physical."
"You make love, but don't fuck." The expletive sounded dangerous and incredibly sexy in his voice.
"No. I fuck. I just do it more for the control aspect rather than the physical." This was the most honest conversation I had ever had with anyone I was revealing all my secrets.
There was a certain freedom in knowing that this was the last time I would see him, and that nothing I said could be used against me.
His eyes narrowed, a flash of understanding in them.
I didn't know how I felt about Brad. Half the time he pissed me off with his arrogance and sexual misdoings, and the rest of the time I wanted to shove him down and rip his clothes off. I was used to being the aggressor, to being in control of the relationship. That wasn't going to be possible with Brad.
But then again, a relationship wasn't a possibility anyway.
Having only had sex with two guys, the prospect of Brad being the third scared me. What did it say about me if I had sex with someone that I sometimes didn't even like, much less love? What had been the point of my waiting until I was nineteen for sex if I was just going to jump into bed with strangers now?Β
"So that's the big thing. You're a swinger."
He winced, making a face, then nodded. "Yes, though I'm not crazy about the word. And my girlfriend, or soul mate, or wife, would need to be part of that lifestyle, as well. It is the only way I know that I will stay committed."
"So it's a nonnegotiable?"
"Yes."
The statement made my jaw drop, and he grinned at my face, his expression turning quickly hungry, and he grabbed me suddenly, his strong arms wrapping around my back, bringing me down to his hard chest, the smell of masculine clean hitting my nose. His words, delicious and deep in my ear, whispering of dark buried fantasies of twisted depraved actions, images flooding me that I had never allowed in, his words making them possible, probable, holyfuckIwant-itrightnow desirable.
My orgasm came quickly, barreling down like a runaway train, out of control and unstoppable. I could think of nothing, knew of no one, but the animalistic fucking that I was enjoying. It was raw, untamed and hot as ever-living hell.Β
God, I am a glutton for punishment.
π₯π₯΅β€οΈππ‘π΅πππ π
βYouβre exactly his type. You need to stay as far from Brad De Luca as you can get.β
βThen why would you limit yourself? Why require that love be attached to the act? There is no sense in living a dry, sexless existence while you wait the years it could take to find your next love,' in the meantime missing out on some of your peak sexual years." I opened my mouth to object, but he plowed on. "Most people don't truly ever fall in love. As you admitted yourself, your first two loves probably weren't loves' at all. If you follow the love before sex' thought pro-cess, you will probably just get sexually frustrated and convince yourself that you love someone simply so you'll allow yourself to sleep with him, which will only end in an unnecessarily long relationship that will end with someone getting hurt.β That was quite a speech. "Look, for you sex might be a sexual release, but I don't function the same way. Sex for me is more of an emotional thing, not anything that I need."
"Bullshit. Everyone needs sex."
"That is a man talking. You have a need to release your.. stuff. We don't operate that way, or at least I don't. Like I said, it's emotional, not physical."
"You make love, but don't fuck." The expletive sounded dangerous and incredibly sexy in his voice.
"No. I fuck. I just do it more for the control aspect rather than the physical." This was the most honest conversation I had ever had with anyone I was revealing all my secrets.
There was a certain freedom in knowing that this was the last time I would see him, and that nothing I said could be used against me.
His eyes narrowed, a flash of understanding in them.
I didn't know how I felt about Brad. Half the time he pissed me off with his arrogance and sexual misdoings, and the rest of the time I wanted to shove him down and rip his clothes off. I was used to being the aggressor, to being in control of the relationship. That wasn't going to be possible with Brad.
But then again, a relationship wasn't a possibility anyway.
Having only had sex with two guys, the prospect of Brad being the third scared me. What did it say about me if I had sex with someone that I sometimes didn't even like, much less love? What had been the point of my waiting until I was nineteen for sex if I was just going to jump into bed with strangers now?Β
"So that's the big thing. You're a swinger."
He winced, making a face, then nodded. "Yes, though I'm not crazy about the word. And my girlfriend, or soul mate, or wife, would need to be part of that lifestyle, as well. It is the only way I know that I will stay committed."
"So it's a nonnegotiable?"
"Yes."
The statement made my jaw drop, and he grinned at my face, his expression turning quickly hungry, and he grabbed me suddenly, his strong arms wrapping around my back, bringing me down to his hard chest, the smell of masculine clean hitting my nose. His words, delicious and deep in my ear, whispering of dark buried fantasies of twisted depraved actions, images flooding me that I had never allowed in, his words making them possible, probable, holyfuckIwant-itrightnow desirable.
My orgasm came quickly, barreling down like a runaway train, out of control and unstoppable. I could think of nothing, knew of no one, but the animalistic fucking that I was enjoying. It was raw, untamed and hot as ever-living hell.Β
God, I am a glutton for punishment.