Kinky Cocktail Party P-Ness


As part of the build-up to the release of Kristina Lloyd’s new book Undone, Friday saw a plethora of blogs taking part in a virtual cocktail party. I was supposed to be there too but (partly due to tech issues… and partly due to a weekend that’s left me very bruised and stiff) instead am arriving fashionably late… three days fashionably late… because I’m that fashionable!

My cocktail of choice is an old student concoction, the P-ness. A half pint of Guinness combined with a shot fo Pernod. it’s sort of a cocktail the way that pepper-spray is sort of a foodstuff.

I’ll be writing at greater length about Kristina’s book in the near future. I’m just past the halfway point of my review copy and… oh you’ll just have to wait until the eleventh…

SPEAKING OF WHICH:

On the 11th of September, the release day of the book no less, Kristina will be popping over here as part of her promotional blog tour (Yaay!)

In the meantime I’ll leave you with a P-Ness inspired extract from The Woes of Nelly:

Late that night we’re curled up in bed, nose to nose, Cristina wrapped around the bump, her knees on my thighs, forehead resting on my chin.

“What’s it like?” I say.

“What?”

“Fucking, with a man?”

She laughs.

“You know just as well as I do.”

“I know it’s just… It’s been a while and… I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to get the strap on out?” She says.

I thump her in the shoulder.

“No, not like this. I just want to know… what it feels like for you?”

“It feels… sometimes it feels like, like I’m taking the whole world into me, you know?” she says, “like I’m not just fucking a guy, it’s like I’m making love to the whole universe. Like I’m touching something so big that it’s, it’s impossible and I can’t…” she trails off while making a grasping gesture with her hand.

“What about today?” I say.

“Today I felt like a gardener, like I was a farmer growing vines. I nurture and I shelter it and it grows, all because of me. It’s different, more gentle.”

“Do you like it gentler?”

“I like you because you’re gentle,” she says and lifts her head a little to kiss my chin.

I laugh and stroke her hair, closing my eyes. I push away that tiny part of my brain that whispers horrible things, that whispers Like? Only like?