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When fate brings two lost souls together, can they find the courage to explore their dreams?
Mr. Smith, a man of great pride and passion, is alone in a busy world. He has lost his direction in the pursuit of society's expectations. Power, control, manipulation, and guilt are the ingredients of his life and, ultimately, his fall from grace. Like many, he battles low self-esteem, low self-confidence, and deep loneliness in secret. Success has ...
When fate brings two lost souls together, can they find the courage to explore their dreams?
Mr. Smith, a man of great pride and passion, is alone in a busy world. He has lost his direction in the pursuit of society's expectations. Power, control, manipulation, and guilt are the ingredients of his life and, ultimately, his fall from grace. Like many, he battles low self-esteem, low self-confidence, and deep loneliness in secret. Success has enabled him to buy a house, but what he desires is a home-and someone to share it with.
When he meets Ms. Jones, a vibrant woman of outward self-confidence who appeared to sparkle from the inside out. Like Mr. Smith, Ms. Jones also suppresses the inner demons. Behind the polished exterior, Ms. Jones hides a secret; she is shy and afraid to share her deepest desires and fantasies.
Her vibrant and seemingly open nature lures him in, and together they begin an exploration of ripe erotic and romantic possibility. When these two souls and bodies meet, sparks fly. Their adventures walk a fine line between love and lust, pleasure and porn, bliss and sin. Their individual sensual inclinations are bound into togetherness, which brings meaning to the meaningless, along with heart and soul to the lonely.
Together, Mr. Smith and Ms. Jones explore a bold, new frontier, one of an intimacy they've only dreamed of, an erotic adventure they barely dare to imagine, and an unexpected hope for true love.
The Boy from the Northern Suburbs
I've always been the same. At my age, I'm not going to change much.
As Mr Smith stood behind Ms Jones, his erection in the centre of her back, he stroked her cool arms. On the balmy night, moving slowly towards her magnificent breasts, he engulfed her with erotic sensation. As he slowly seduced and gently kissed her neck, touching and teasing her erogenous zones with his soft lips, the hair raised all over her body with goose bumps and magic striking her insides. The sexual energy, which had been repressed in both of them, had suddenly been awakened. The touch, the breath, the visualisation stimulated and intensified the need to become a lot more familiar with their mystical nature and explore their sexual boundaries
Jerry Alexander Smith was born on April 18, 1967, in Northern England. At the age of two, he immigrated to South Australia with his parents, Robert and Grace, and his older brother, Thomas.
The family of four moved to the northern suburbs of Adelaide, "the city of churches." Like many people from all over the world in the 1960s, his parents moved to the land of opportunity, the lucky country, for a better, richer, and healthier life for their children.
The northern suburbs were like a little Britain, where immigrants built and bought modest homes, worked in boom industries like manufacturing and trades, formed clubs and communities, built schools for their children, and most importantly, developed a sense of home away from home.
The landscape was barren, but the roads and transport system carried a very similar resemblance to the towns in Britain. The difference was the dusty bush land with wide-open space unlike the terraced homes most of them came from.
From an early age, Jerry was a likeable lad who enjoyed doing boyish things like riding his bike and exploring the neighbourhood. Along with his brother, Thomas, he made many friends with local children. He loved stereotypes, name brands, and pop culture at its best, yet a little rebellious and naughty streak shone through his cheeky sense of humour.
At times, he was overshadowed by the natural talent of his brother, Thomas, whom he adored and admired, as Jerry beleived his brother was perfect in every way. Thomas was his role model and protector, but deep down, Jerry saw himself as the black sheep of his small and conventional nuclear family. He always felt the need to please people and to be liked as much as his brother was. Little did he realise, however, people did like him, but his low self-esteem and natural shyness caused him to feel like a bit of a loner.
Jerry felt incredibly close to his mother, who adored both of her sons, yet he envied the relationship his brother had with their dad.
Like most working-class families in the northern suburbs, they owned a locally made Holden car. Robert Smith worked at the manufacturing plant, as did many nearby residents. The company supported local jobs and peripheral manufacturing and production industries, and it was also involved in many community projects and social gatherings for its employees and families.
They were incredibly proud people yet modest and friendly, remembering their roots and the reasons they had made the journey to the lucky country half a world away from their own families. Being loyal to their homeland, they displayed the Union Jack flag proudly on shop windows, flagpoles, and bedroom walls, yet they could not display it bigger than they could in their own hearts.
This sense of community and loyalty saw many of these people become members of the local football club, Central Districts, whose nickname was the Dogs. This club became the heart and soul of the community, and many local lads became great players, role models, and legends to the growing community. The club wore the colours of red, blue, and white, the colours of the Union Jack.
Almost all of the population of the northern suburbs knew someone who worked at Holden's, drove a Holden car, and supported the Dogs. These people created a class of their own in modern Australia.
Not only did they bring their own values and community spirit, but they brought their own culture, including favourite family recipes of meat pies and sweet puddings. They also brought the traditional baked beans and eggs, which was almost exclusive to the Celtic Anglo-Saxons. This staple diet was almost as common or popular as the surname Smith.
So Jerry had the culture, the values, the name, and the love of the music of his heritage and his time. The Jam was his favourite band—and almost his obsession—yet the Beatles, the Church, and the Sex Pistols all influenced the young Jerry Smith. His social conditioning was picture-perfect to his community. He was a classic stereotype of his era, almost a replica of every likeable larrikin around him.
Yet deep down inside, he had a yearning to perform and let loose his cheeky, fun-loving nature. His desire to please people and make them laugh with his fresh and fun sense of humour without being undignified was challenging for him. His shyness made him feel uncomfortable and awkward being the centre of attention. He often wondered how he could blend in without offence yet explore his natural talent of performance.
Although his brother, Thomas, and most of the local boys in their early teens were exploring their sporting talents, Jerry's mum recognised his natural talent for performance and took him to acting classes, where he entered the world of dramatic arts.
He was following his heart and love of performance, and being in character brought him confidence. From dressing up like a fairy to being an extra in a local TV miniseries, landing this role was his dream of performance coming to fruition. At such a young, influential age, he enjoyed the experience for what it was with no plans or direction for the choice of a career in the performance industry. Jerry was just a young lad with a friendly, soft, gentle, and fun nature, a person with an incredible imagination. His positive, easy-going attitude made him very popular. With his striking good looks, solid family values, and cheeky sense of humour, he was the perfect catch for a young woman to settle down with.
Society Says So
Freedom lies within us all. Neither fear nor fight will see us fall. With vibe and essence around our hearts, with freedom, we will never part.
As Jerry gently caressed Jena in ways that blew her away, smothering her with sensuality, he freed himself from the charade society had forced on him. His deep desire to find her sweet, hidden pleasure and her passion to rid herself of her shy nature saw him lead her to a place of new euphoria.
* * *
Being such a good lad, Jerry had his head screwed on. His path and his future had been mapped out for him. Sure, performance was fun; however, he knew it wouldn't be his career.
His social conditioning saw him finish high school in his cool, brown, Californian jeans, suede desert boots, and brand-name jumper, just the same as every other popular kid wore. If you didn't have the latest, coolest fashion and trends, you didn't fit in with the rest. This style was extremely important for his self-esteem. If you didn't have the natural good looks, you didn't fit in. If you didn't have the perfect nuclear family, you didn't fit in. If you didn't drive a Holden, like meat pies, support the Dogs, like popular British music, and wear the latest fashion, you just didn't fit in. You couldn't be one of the "Joneses" unless your last name was Smith. Society said so. You had fit into the way of life, or you'd get left out altogether. Keeping up with friends and trends was the key to being popular.
So society saw the young Jerry move away from his acting and drama, as he left school and moved into the workforce. With his sense of style along with his natural charisma and people-pleaser character, Jerry chose retail fashion as his industry.
Working in the local shoe shop of a national chain, he became a sales assistant, and he was soon recognised for his flair. He was quickly promoted to store manager. As a responsible young member of society, he impressed everyone with his politeness, customer service, and intelligence.
With natural progression, society said it was time to meet a girl. In his early twenties, society saw Jerry meet and marry Meredith, a nice girl who liked very much to keep up with friends and trends. Once again, society dictated that the young newlyweds, Mr and Mrs Smith, buy a house in the northern suburbs not far from where he had grown up and start a family of their own. The Smiths had become the Joneses, as expected. Happily ever after was happening in front of Jerry's eyes.
Before Jerry turned twenty-five, his first child, Ewan James, was born on September 11, 1991. Ewan James was a little boy of his own to love, cherish, adore, and protect forever. He was the apple of his eye and the beginning of a new generation of Smiths in the northern suburbs.
His life was happening as predicted by society, and his love of performance and drama soon became distant memories. No longer could he enjoy a sense of himself as an actor, as he was now a husband, a father, a homeowner, and a manager. The responsibilities of reality became firmly implanted in his everyday living.
With the added responsibility of a family, Jerry felt that he needed a job more secure than the fickle retail industry. He took up a basic role in the post office. The nine-to-five weekday schedule suited family life more than the fun and flexible pace of the retail environment. A responsible father and husband had to have mature, stable employment. After all, in the early '90s, postage was always going to be a necessary part of living.
As Jerry watched his little Ewan James grow, he felt it was time to give him a sibling and create the nuclear family of Mum, Dad, and the two kids, as society had mapped out for him. With the almost perfect timing of being born nearly three years after Ewan James, Jerry's little cherub Kaitlyn Tyler entered the world on July 8, 1994. His family was complete. A pigeon pair, Jerry was extremely grateful for his children, and he loved them like he had never loved anyone before. He began to work extra hard to support them as they grew.
On the outside, Jerry, Meredith, Ewan James, and Kaitlyn Tyler Smith looked like the perfect little family. Once upon a time just as the society fairy tale had said where he got a job, met a girl, got engaged, got married, bought a house, had two children, and lived happily ever after. It was no longer a fairy tale; it was reality. He could no longer pretend his life was not what it seemed to others.
As the family grew and the expectation of being one of the Joneses (or Smiths) set in, cracks started to appear as pressure to keep up with friends and trends became heavier and more stressful. Jerry felt he was falling short on meeting Meredith's extravagant needs and constant demands for more. His self-esteem, his energy, and his sense of fun dwindled as her disappointments increased. His efforts became exhausting as Meredith constantly wanted more than they could afford.
Society had said that this was his path, or so he had believed; however, his wife had had other ideas.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone!
Standing in Jerry's room, they stood, touching each other as they both took apprehensive yet yearning breaths. Longing to touch, to feel, to embrace, and to stroke with voyeuristic intentions, they kissed and mentally undressed each other. Anticipation growing with explosive intensity, Jerry felt the warmth of Jena's tongue tingling through his bloodstream to the tip of his raging erection. He now had Jena in a place of comfort, ease, and soothing ambience.
* * *
While Mr Smith lived in his pressure-cooker life, his mother, Grace, became terminally ill. He was not only dealing with the harsh reality of the demands society was putting on him but also silently grieving his mother's illness.
Because he was so close to her when he was growing up, he felt helpless the sicker she became. The financial stress, the arguments, the expectations, intensified the tension within his marriage. The different upbringings of him and his wife caused Jerry to sink further and further into indecision, depression, and grief.
During this tumultuous time, his mother lost her courageous battle. As the black sheep of the family, Jerry had never felt so alone. His confidence and self-esteem took a dramatic turn for the worse and hit an all-time low.
He needed to make a decision, a decision that would change his life path forever. After all the years of celebrations, good times and bad, the decision lay purely on his shoulders. Guilt consumed him, and he worried about facing judgement and criticism from everyone who knew him.
He knew the dream was over. Society had taken its personal toll and the fairy tale of happily ever after had ended.
His eyes were wide open, his heart was crushed, his darling sweet mum had left his side, and he needed to change it all. He had to walk away from the pressure cooker that life had become and step away from what had been making him so unhappy. All the animosity, expectation, and disappointment, all the wrongs he seemed to have committed, according to his wife, had to end, so he needed to find a way.
So Jerry began to walk the path so bravely to a different disappointment. He walked down a path where no one in his family had walked before him, down the path of separation and divorce and back into the family home to live with his dad, the man he felt he barely knew.
The emotional and mental torture of his married life was relieved, yet he questioned his decision over and over again. He was exhausted and empty, and he had simply fallen out of love, though how dare he seek peace and happiness for himself without shame? Could he have stayed in an unhappy marriage forever? Although he knew the answer to these questions was no, he found it incredibly hard to live in his family home, where judgement sat and shame was all around him.
Jerry missed his children terribly but knew he could not stay with their mother in a very unhealthy marriage. It was best that he didn't put them through years of his and Meredith's differences. He felt like the home environment had become toxic to all of them.
Deep down, he knew he was living a lie. Jerry lived a life to please others. He just wanted breathing space from the societal pedestal. His perfect life was not what it seemed. His life of being second to his brother saw him finally put himself and his needs first, but not for the good reason he wanted. Although he adored his brother, Thomas, and he wanted to be just like him most of his life, he realised he was not his brother and set out to be his own man. His fondness of Thomas was clear as his energy glowed when he spoke of him and the bond they shared. Yet he could not bare his soul to him for fear that society would mock his emotions and feelings. Society said real men didn't cry and real men didn't hurt and certainly didn't discuss or deal with their feelings.
Jerry believed people would see "a real man" as weak and that the man would lose his masculinity and strength if he revealed his true emotions. However, Jerry had been conditioned by society. He did not understand that real masculinity was actually in his own power to love, care, and deal with emotions. This myth had plagued his mind, his heart, and his soul for as long as he could remember, and was an inner strength he had neither discovered nor exposed.
However, when he left his marriage to move in with his widowed dad, Robert, with little more than the clothes on his back, Jerry felt a little more at peace, especially because he was back in the home where he had grown up. He had nothing else but peace of mind, though he knew had to rebuild his life now. He also knew he had a second chance to rebuild and re-establish a relationship with his dad.
He was home away from home, and divorce having come and gone made it a little easier being in the comfort of home. Jerry found resolve at work. Having something to do and somewhere to go made his life worthy and productive. He was able to see his children, although Ewan James was being heavily influenced by the nature of his own generation, made him rebel against his family, and steered his life in a very different direction from what Jerry had hoped for his son.
Excerpted from SEX AND THE SUBURBS by EJ MASON. Copyright © 2013 EJ Mason. Excerpted by permission of Balboa Press.
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Chapter 1: The Boy from the Northern Suburbs.................... 1
Chapter 2: Society Says So.................... 7
Chapter 3: Going Home.................... 13
Chapter 4: Learning to Surf.................... 25
Chapter 5: A Surprising Find.................... 29
Chapter 6: Sex in the Suburbs.................... 35
Chapter 7: At Arm's Length.................... 43
Chapter 8: Knowing Mr Smith.................... 55
Chapter 9: Under the Bed.................... 69
Chapter 10: Visibly Mystifying.................... 87
Chapter 11: Taking Chances.................... 99
Chapter 12: Keeping Others Happy.................... 111
Chapter 13: That One Thing.................... 121
Chapter 14: Accurate Observation.................... 129
Chapter 15: Gold in a Coalmine.................... 139