The Interview

Will this day ever end? People think writing a book is hard, but it’s really launching (and promoting) the book that’s the hardest. I’ve been taking phone interviews all day long with various literary blogs, podcast hosts, and I’ve even done a few Instagram live chats. Just one more interview and then I’ll finally be finished for the day. I hope it’s someone who’s actually read my work. I can always tell when they’ve just skimmed the first couple of chapters. This last interview is in person, which I’m actually kind of glad for. Oh, and there you are. Let’s get this over with.

“Hi there...oh my god, hey!”

“Surprise!”

“Wait…are you interviewing me today?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am. You’re looking at the newest writer for the Fiction Hub blog.”

“No way. Good for you! Come in, come in. We can, uh, just head over to my office over here. ”

You settle on the old antique couch pressed up against the wall of my office. Your red blazer and matching wedges are a pop of color against my drab office walls.

“God, I feel so relieved right now. Just before you got here I was worrying about having to speak with someone who hasn’t actually read my work.”

“Oh, I know what you mean. Those are the worst kind of interviews. But you know I’ve read everything you’ve written, so this should be pretty painless. ”

I lose myself for a moment, just looking at you. We’ve run in the same literary circles for years now. We’ve always gotten along really well. To be honest, I couldn’t ask for a better interviewer.

“When was the last time I saw you? Was it the, uh…uh…?”

“The poetry reading a few months ago? At Books-Galore? Or…oh, maybe the afterparty for the Voices In Fiction conference? The one at the convention center?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s it. The afterparty. No telling what’ll happen when you give a bunch of writers an open bar, huh? ”

“No telling. So, you ready to start this thing? ”

“Absolutely! Fire away.”

You lean forward slightly and rest your chin on your fist as you scribble down a couple of things on your notepad. I’ve always found your intelligence to be so engaging. You’re curious about the world and it shows in the way you hold yourself.

“Alright. So your latest work, Of Impudence, is finally out. The literary world has been clamoring for another book from you for ages, ever since your mega-hit, Lost Souls. How does it feel?”

Interviews usually make me fidgety and nervous, but I feel so calm with you right now. You make me actually want to share how I’m feeling. What is it about you that makes me so comfortable?

“It feels…um, it feels great. You know, it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders a little bit. ”

“Yeah, you must have felt a lot of pressure to write another best-seller. But hey, the television rights to Lost Souls were just sold, weren’t they? Are we likely to see an adaptation of it anytime soon?”

“Yeah, I mean, I can’t really say much about that. I mean, hopefully. I would love to see some of those characters brought to life. But yeah, there was definitely a lot of pressure.”

You write a few more lines in your notebook and a piece of your hair falls askew down your face. I have an urge to reach out and push it back behind your ear. Hm...that was an odd thought.

“So, your book deals a lot with eroticism and the politics of desire, especially for the protagonist, Yosef, and his partner, Talia. Do you think a lot of people will be surprised at how erotic this new book is? ”

I take a moment to consider my answer. You and I have always had such a good rapport together. Like we’re on the same wavelength. And we’ve never really shied away from topics like sex or pleasure. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees.

“Yeah, they probably will be surprised by how much sex is in the book. I definitely had to access my own sense of eroticism to bring that out in the characters. ”

You glance up briefly from your notepad and our eyes meet. I feel a spark of electricity, like a bolt of shared understanding is passing between us. You smile gently as you cross your legs and nod thoughtfully...

“Did that require any…research? This is totally off the record, by the way.”

“There was… certain research required, yes. I definitely learned a few new sex acts in the writing of this book. ”

A comfortable silence rises between us. You look at me with… curiosity. Intrigue, maybe. I think it would be safe to assume that you’re seeing me in a new light today. And I have to say…the feeling is mutual.

“Hey, um, do you want a drink or something?”

You bite down on your lower lip and tuck that loose strand of hair behind your ear. There’s lust in your eyes and it's taking every ounce of self-control in me not to lean over and kiss you now.

“Yeah. You know, that sounds really nice. ”

I always thought keeping a whiskey decanter and a bar cart in my office was a little pretentious, but now I’m grateful for it. I grab two glasses…and pour two whiskey-on-the-rocks. When I turn around again, glasses in hand, you’re suddenly no longer on the couch. You’re just a few steps away from me, closely examining my bookshelves. You’ve taken off your blazer to reveal a black tank top that exposes your arms and shoulders. Your skin looks incredibly soft in the light of the setting sun coming through the window. I really, really want you...

“Here you go.”

“Oh, great. Thanks.”

Your eyes meet mine as we both take our first sip. Now that we’re standing so close together, I get a whiff of lavender and orchids. Such an enticing scent. How have I never noticed how alluring you are? You lick your bottom lip and return to the couch. I follow and sit down next to you…and as I sink into the worn leather, my knee grazes yours. I almost pull away instinctually, but I catch myself at the last moment and let the touch linger. To my delight, you don’t pull away either...

“This is a little embarrassing, but…I just have to say…I really, really enjoyed the sex scenes in your book.”

“Yeah? Um, which one was your favorite...you don’t mind me asking? ”

You take a moment to carefully consider your answer. You run your hand very slowly down your thigh, as if reliving the scene in your mind.

“Um, I think…I think the one where Yosef and Talia have sex for the first time. It’s so passionate and raw. To be honest, I really got off on that one...”

Oh, god. Thinking about you…masturbating to a sex scene I wrote. I suppress a shiver of desire that travels down from my neck to my toes.

“You did? That’s…that’s really...well, that’s really hot.”

Your leg presses harder into mine. Your whole body leans in towards me.

“You think so?”

I’m not entirely sure what’s gotten us both so horny, but I’m glad you seem to be just as interested as I am. I reach over and very, very slowly lay my hand on your knee.

“Yeah, I do.”

“I have to confess…I’ve always been turned on by you. Not just by your writing. You. ”

I want to kiss you. I need to taste you. Like two magnets drawn together, we both close the gap between us, and our lips meet in a warm embrace.

My cock twitches and starts to stiffen in my pants. You taste like whiskey and vanilla, and I could spend hours kissing you. I draw my hand further up your thigh.

“Tell me more…about what you liked…”

I lay my hand over my cock and rub it gently.

“I loved the part…when he teased her breasts while she touched herself.”

Oh, god. My cock is getting so hard for you. I pull my cock out and tease the head a few times with the palm of my hand. You reach over and wrap your palm around my shaft. Oh, yes. Oh, your touch feels so… so good. My mind is dizzy with desire as I reach for the bottom hem of your tank top. I pull it over your head and expose your breasts and hard little nipples. You aren’t wearing a bra, and your breasts bounce slightly as you put your back to me and sink back against my chest. I reach beneath your arms and take each of your breasts in my hands.

“Oh, oh. Yeah. Oh, just like that...”

I press my nose into the waves of your hair and inhale deeply as I pinch and tweak your nipples between my fingers. You writhe up against me, your hips pressing up and down as your body starts to fill with pleasure.

“Touch yourself.”

You push your hand down into your dark blue panties and part your soft inner lips. Oh my god, your moans are turning me on so much. I bet you can feel my stiff cock pressing desperately into your back, can’t you? Your turn your head to kiss me. Our lips find each other and your tongue massages the inside of my mouth.

“Can I touch you?”

“Oh, yes. Please. Please, touch me.”

You pull your hand away from your panties and lay it on my upper thigh. I slide two fingers slowly down until I reach your warm, wet pussy. And god, are you wet. Your lips part in pleasure as I press on your clit and circle it with quicker and quicker motions of my fingers. My cock is aching for release as I stroke your clit again and again. Fuck, I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m getting so desperate for you…to feel myself inside of you.

“Oh god, fuck me. Please...I need you to fuck me.”

You turn over so that we’re facing one another, and straddle my hips with urgent need. I quickly free myself of my shirt while you suddenly reach down for something in your bag. You slide the rubber down my shaft. And I guide the tip between your soaking… wet lips…you lower yourself down onto me…so slowly, until…my length inches into your warm, tight pussy. I steady myself before going in further…further until…oh, god. Your inner walls squeeze my cock mercilessly as I slide in and out of you. Above me, you rock back and forth against me, lowering yourself down all the way to the base of my cock, taking all of me in.

Oh, baby, yes. Fuck, yes! Our breathing intensifies as we build a rhythm together. You take me deeper…and deeper. Your eyes are squeezed shut tight as you bite hard into your bottom lip. Oh my god, that feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? You like how my cock feels buried so deep inside of you? You drop your head down and kiss me, hard. Your pussy is soaking wet…I slide in and out of you with such ease. Oh, you look so sexy riding me. Come on, baby. Just like that. Your moans are growing more desperate with every second. I feel both of us getting closer and closer…I push two fingers up against your clit and rub you gently as you ride me…

Oh, yeah, baby, you like that? You like having your clit played with? Oh, fuck, fuck. Oh, god, I’m close…I’m so close. Watching you writhe above me…enjoying my cock…feeling my fingers stroke you in that perfect spot. Are you ready to cum with me? I want you to cum with me…right now. Oh, that’s it! Right there…more. Oh, fuck. Oh my god! Your pussy is clenching so tightly around my cock. Oh, oh, god, I’m going to cum...

Mmm… the weight of your body against mine is comforting. That...god, that was good. I’m still inside of you as you sit up slightly, and lay your soft hands on my chest.

“Mmmm, that…that was…really lovely. ”

“Yeah, yeah it was.”

You reluctantly climb off of me, and slide your panties back on, though you don't put on any more of your clothing. I admire the sight of you lounging, breathless, on my sofa.

“Did you, um, did you have any more questions for me? You know, for the interview? ”

“I...think you’ve given me everything I need.”

“Well, if you did happen to think of anything else you want to ask me…”

“I know where to find you.”