Buon pomeriggio a tutte!!
Oggi vi parlo dell’ultimo romanzo di una scrittrice che amo
tantissimo. Lei è S.L. Jennings, l’autrice di Taint (vi ricordate il mitico
Justin Drake?), e il suo ultimo libro s’intitola “Afraid To Fly” (qui la recensione di TAINT).
Il
protagonista è Dominic Trevino un personaggio che è già apparso in Fear of
Falling. “Afraid To Fly”, infatti, è il secondo volume della serie ‘Fearless’,
ma può essere letto come standalone. Vi
ricordo che esce in inglese oggi. In esclusiva per il blog due brevi estratti
tratti dal romanzo e la trama da me tradotta. Buona lettura!! greta
Afraid to Fly (Fearless, #2)
Vorrei dirvi che sto bene. Che il sesso senza senso con
innumerevoli donne ha in qualche modo intorpidito il dolore che provo. Che ha
decifrato la confusione costante nella mia testa. Che ha facilitato l'odio per
me stesso che sento nel profondo ogni volta che mi guardo allo specchio. Mi
piacerebbe dirvi che il tempo guarisce tutte le ferite. Che ci trasformiamo
e cresciamo diventando dei adulti
equilibrati e stabili, avviati verso un percorso che ci porta a correggere ciò
che è sbagliato nel mondo. Che non siamo il nostro passato…noi non siamo il
nostro dolore. Vorrei dirvi tutte queste cose. Diavolo, vorrei crederci. Ma
mentirei. Sono bravo a farlo. Vivere una menzogna è l'unico modo in cui
veramente so come sopravvivere. Ma il giorno in cui l'ho vista, ho smesso di
sopravvivere. Ho smesso di esistere. E per la prima volta in 24 anni, ho
iniziato a vivere. Lei mi ha riportato in vita. Mi ha liberato e ora la mia
anima ha preso il volo. Ha fatto sì che questo inutile involucro di uomo
sentisse…qualcosa. Qualcosa di completo, reale e di buono. Lei mi ha salvato. Anche
se crede che non lo meritassi.
Estratto #1
I approached her slowly, letting my eyes take in her soft, feminine curves. That’s what I loved the most about women—their softness, their delicateness. It made them appear breakable, just like me. And it made me appreciate that vulnerability, in hopes that someone could—and would—one day, appreciate mine.
That’s why even though I never offered more than a few hours of toe-curling pleasure, I assured each second was spent tending to their sexual desires and making them feel treasured. Just because I was a whore, it didn’t make me callous or uncaring. If anything, it made me more aware of my humanity.
I pushed it all away, trading my own hang-ups and idiosyncrasies for the mental numbness that sex could provide and did what I do best: Fuck. I was good at this part—touching, kissing, licking. And when we were both ready—too ravenous with desire to consider my aversions—I drove into her slowly, all the way to the hilt. Until her body completely covered mine and soothed the ache of loneliness with wet warmth. This was the feeling I had been chasing since I was just a child, barely a man. That sweet oblivion that only mindless sex could provide. I was made whole by emptying myself into another, and for the barest of moments, I became separate from my pain and anger. I became the type of man that could look himself in the mirror and not see the horror of his past standing behind him, its razor sharp claws cutting into the skin of his shoulders while it smiled in that sinister way that still made my skin crawl.
I had seen that malevolence in my dreams every day since as long as I could remember. Sometimes it was in the form of a smile, a laugh. Sometimes it wore the face of ecstasy and passion. But it was always terrifying.
I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling long after Alyssa had passed out in blissful exhaustion. She came twice, once by my tongue, the other with her ankles on my shoulders. She was a screamer, and I kept wondering if Angel would bust in here, wondering if I was fucking or killing the girl. Then, if Alyssa was up for it, she’d join, like she had just this past weekend with Cherri. It wasn’t that we wanted each other in that way—oh hell no. We were just better…together. It made it even easier to get out of our heads and lost in the movement of our bodies.
It was co-dependent like a motherfucker. And unhealthy. And unconventional. But it was all we knew.
Estratto #2
Velvet sucked me until I was on the brink of release and for a quick moment, I thought about just getting it over with. But I needed more. I needed that physical connection. I yearned for her touch, her kiss, her smell. It reminded me that I was not like him. I was not what he had hoped I would be. It stated that just because I had been violated, that didn’t make me…it didn’t make different. It didn’t make me gay. I didn’t want that. I wanted this.
Spreading those shapely, toned thighs and filling her up until I pulsed in her womb validated me. Every stroke was a confirmation, and the deeper I went, the more whole I felt. But the moment it was over, the moment I pulled out of her, my latex-sheathed cock wet with her gratification, the doubt began to claw its way back in. Telling me that I was dirty—stained. Used. Useless.
She smiled lazily at me, the dark kohl outlining her eyes smudged along the apple of her cheek. I brushed it tenderly with the pad of my thumb and told her she was beautiful.
“Oh, Dom. You’re such a sweet gent. Too bloody sweet for this shit,” she giggled, looking soft and girlish. I liked her better that way, untarnished by the hardness of life.
“You think so?”
“I know so. Good guys like you shouldn’t be fucking strippers in the middle of the day. I mean, I’m not complaining—I can still feel you inside me, for crying out loud—but, I don’t know. You deserve better.”
I winced at her words, and how much I longed for them to be true. She was just feeding me more lies, and I was ingesting them like candy.
Except this one. This one I knew would never be true. Even if it was the one I wished for the most.
“Nah, I don’t. They don’t call me Dirty for nothing.”
L'autrice:
S.L. Jennings
SL Jennings è un'autrice di romanzi contemporanei e paranormal di successo del New York Times & USA Today, è dipendente dai reality, una bevitrice ossessiva di caffè e collezionista di cose bizzarre.
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