Open All the Way marks Sadie Smythe’s foray into long-range storytelling. Most well known for her outspoken commentary about relationship paradigms and the navigation through her own alternative arrangement with her husband Scott, Sadie is very excited to offer her loyal readers a larger-lensed view into her openly married life.
The good, the bad and the notsopretty.
Each chapter of Open All the Way is an individual story in itself. But the combined ensemble compellingly chronicles her journey. Sadie, in her straightforward style, discusses openly and honestly the numerous pitfalls she and her husband encountered along the way, while intellectually and entertainingly supporting her choices. It’s sexy, smart, and provocative prose; a full, fascinating glimpse into an non-traditional relationship.
Here is an excerpt:
Connor watched me come with forceful abandon. I writhed and wriggled as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My body shook and shivered and a muffled scream escaped my lips. He was entranced. I think. I can only imagine what it must have felt like for him, watching a woman he barely knew come while riding his cock; the first-hand, first-time experience of it must have been spectacular. However, I wasn’t exactly sure.
Because Connor made not a sound.
Nevertheless, I continued forth with my mission. I asked him if he was doing okay.
Yes. Yes. I am doing great!
Okay, good. I can’t tell. You aren’t giving me any auditory cues. It’s fine though, I get it.
And I did. Connor had been jacking off under the cover of night and the sheets themselves—in his childhood bed and then in his college dorm room bed, perhaps while pretending to sleep; and perhaps, too, in the presence of a brother or a roommate. This was all that he knew. Silence had always accompanied his sexual experience so why, how, would this encounter be any different? I didn’t expect him to start vocalizing straight away, but I did have one request.
When you are about to come, tell me. Okay?
Okay.
And it was about then that I observed his face change once again. The fear was gone. The happiness had returned. And it seemed that there was another, brighter glimmer of something else approaching. Something looming. Something imminent.
His orgasm.
Okay!
And with that one word, Okay, Connor stopped moving. His whole body tensed. Reading his request, I stopped moving too and instead sat down hard against his cock, which I could feel throbbing with unspoken pleasure, coursing swiftly and hungrily as he unloaded into the unbroken sheath.
Without making a sound.
Connor was a virgin no more.
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