Thursday, September 12, 2013

America's Darlings by @GailWbridges #excerpt #erotica #menage

Hello loves,

I have an awesome treat for you today. The lovely and talented Gail Bridges is here today to share a bit from America's Darlings. This steamy story takes place in a world where sex is... well, let's just say the Olympics would be much more fun if Ms. Bridges were running things!

America's Darlings, by Gail Bridges

Leah Collins is a sexual gymnast, a brilliant athlete poised to compete in the Mexico City Olympic Games of 2112. She takes pride in her advanced skills in the sexual arts, but performing Courtesan’s Treat and Raging Volcano in front of thousands of cheering fans is no easy task, especially when sexual malfunctions threaten.

At her side, a pillar of strength and compassion, is her best friend, Benson White. He is the one who scrapes her from the ground when her self-destructive tendencies surface. Benson is a talented sexual gymnast in his own right, the other half of America’s Darlings.

They hope for a gold medal. What neither of them expects is to fall in love.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains a mixed-gender ménage, girl-on-girl, references to male/male sex, group sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism and everything else you’d expect from a society where sex is a game.

Excerpt from America’s Darlings (first two pages)

“Whore! Whore of Babylon!”

I turned.

A red-faced woman stood behind the barrier rope, screaming.

I recognized her. She had been lurking at the airport late last night when I arrived in Mexico City with the Sexual Gymnastics Team. Despite furious coaches and horrified airport personnel, she had flung her sign (“Save our Olympics!”) back and forth, pointing and jeering and calling us dreadful names as we passed by her on our way to catch the subway to the Olympic Village. Her worst insults were directed at me. I am, you see, the female half of America’s Darlings.

Surely you’ve heard of America’s Darlings?

Benson and I earned the moniker last year when we won the Internationals in Moscow.  The media went crazy for us, couldn’t get enough of us, wouldn’t leave us alone. The sportscaster covering the event, a guy named Ryan Markham, coined the name America’s Darlings—and it stuck. No-one asked Benson and me if we liked it or even wanted it. Luckily, we do like it. At least I do. The extra attention earned us the adoration of a nation enchanted with our brand-new sport, millions of fans intent on following our every move.

I’m still not used to it.

It throws me when people recognize me. Complete strangers call me by name, act as if they know me, comment on my performances, give advice or offer to help me practice, and it gets me every time.

But I like it. I do.

As America’s Darlings, the nation’s highest-ranking Sexual Gymnast duo, Benson and I were the Team’s best hope, probably the only hope, for a gold medal in the Olympics—and the public never let us forget it. My face—and Benson’s—have been plastered everywhere for months.
Of course the woman knew who I was. How could she not?

Now here she was again.

“Jezebel! Porn-Monger! SEX FIEND!”

Sex Fiend? Really?

The Team and I were making our way through the Olympic Village to the Olympic On-Site Training Facility (the “Oostif”—that’s what everyone called it) for an early workout. We were nervous and excited, all of us. The Olympics! Finally! Everything we’d worked so hard for was coming to fruition! We were the vanguard of a new sport, the first wave of sexual athletes to be included in the Games. The Olympic Guidance Committee had at long last seen the beauty and athleticism of sex.

This was history in the making.

I couldn’t afford to let the woman distract me, not after all I’d been through to get here.
She was right about one thing, though.  I did have sex. A lot of it.

How much?

Let me give an example. During our upcoming practice session I would have sexual relations—I would “couple”, as we called it—with Benson, my duo partner. Time permitting, I would also perform simple exercise routines with various men on the Team. And perhaps with one or two of the women. Maybe I’d even practice difficult moves with a Coach.

Real sex. Even during practice.

Because I know you are curious, yes, I have orgasms. And, yes, I do enjoy them. Very much.
Sex in the Olympics.

It’s not a big deal. Really.

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Thank you so much Gail for coming by and sharing your steamy story with us!

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