Hump Day Throw Out!

Hey all,

Tis hump day, so I thought I would bring you a piece of my erotica novel I have been working on, sans the sex :). #SorryNotSorry.

Actually, the subject matter addressed in this snippet is something I have been dealing with. Body image dysmorphia is a real thing for some of us. This character is written with my insecurities. I am a slave to my art, as I paint myself on the page vicariously through my writing..it is what it is..I just hope it is relatable.

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DETOUR
              I could see it in his eyes. I was an easy mark. Rayce didn’t look very amused by his attention to me. Cotter is sex on a stick and he knows it. He has the face of a Greek god, and a body to match. Pretty, that is what I would call it. Peyton was pretty. I freaking hate pretty.

                Rayce has been boring a hole in the side of my face since we pulled away from the pharmacy. I wonder what he is looking for. Interest maybe? Well, he is not going to find it. I am done with men. At least until I get to L.A. and figure things out. I spy a market as we pull out of town. Sitting up from my slouchy position, I point in its direction.

                “Let’s stop here.” I blurt out before he passes. He slams on his breaks and takes the turn at the last minute, bumping violently over a small curb. We pull in to a spot in the nearly empty lot and he throws the rig in park. Turning toward him, as he flinches a little in surprise, I finally unleash the verbal vomit that I am known for back home.

                “Seriously, what was his deal?” I motion back toward the drug store. “Does he really think that shit worked on me? Is he your friend, because he is a total douchenozzle?” I half shout at Rayce, who sits doe eyed across the trucks bench seat.

                Rayce gives a smirk, then a full on toothy grin that reaches his eyes. He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head, until it turns into a full on belly laugh. It’s my turn to stare at him blankly, trying to figure out what is so funny. He finally stops laughing hysterically, his body sill convulsing with the occasional chuckle. Once he has himself together, he finally answers my questions.

                “Cotter is my best friend, and I believe you are the first girl to ever outright reject him. He is pretty sure he is god’s gift to women, but the ladies have never given him a reason to believe otherwise.” The laugh lines around his eyes are still present.  

                “I fucking hate pretty boys.” I growl, grabbing my purse and swinging myself out of the truck.
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