Blue Valentine was originally published in 2002. This revised and expanded (with short stories at the end) edition is the first time this novel has appeared in an online format. One reviewer said: "Overall, the story telling is solid. The structure is engaging in the way it gives you a moment of her life and then swings back into the present at the gallery showing. There's a decent twist toward the end that you will see coming from a mile away if you pay attention. And the action is HOT. No distracting flowery prose here. The descriptions are raw and exciting and... more than a few adult writers could learn a thing or two from Alison's straightforward writing style. This is an obscure little gem that I like to pull off the shelf every now and then for some good heart pounding entertainment."
Justin picks me up and holds me to him, his arms bulging with muscles as he sets me astride his rock-hard body. I work him rhythmically, knowing exactly the type of sensation he favors. Before I start pumping, I click the automatic button on the camera. Every fifteen seconds, the camera will take another shot.
X-rated. Down and dirty. The kinds of pictures that make me happy to own a darkroom. I'd never be able to drop a roll this explicit off at the local drugstore.
You wouldn't think it would be possible, but soon I manage to forget about the intrusion of the lens. I am too focused on Justin. I stare into his dark eyes, such a deep coffee hue. His skin is burnished from hours on his surfboard. His body is sleek and lean. I suck in my breath as I push up on him, knowing how to give pleasure, but also how to take the pleasure myself.
"That's the way, baby," Justin croons. "Just like that - "
Justin picks me up and holds me to him, his arms bulging with muscles as he sets me astride his rock-hard body. I work him rhythmically, knowing exactly the type of sensation he favors. Before I start pumping, I click the automatic button on the camera. Every fifteen seconds, the camera will take another shot.
X-rated. Down and dirty. The kinds of pictures that make me happy to own a darkroom. I'd never be able to drop a roll this explicit off at the local drugstore.
You wouldn't think it would be possible, but soon I manage to forget about the intrusion of the lens. I am too focused on Justin. I stare into his dark eyes, such a deep coffee hue. His skin is burnished from hours on his surfboard. His body is sleek and lean. I suck in my breath as I push up on him, knowing how to give pleasure, but also how to take the pleasure myself.
"That's the way, baby," Justin croons. "Just like that - "