Open Market Desire

By Monica Austin

Remy is a mysterious street artist with a titillating accent and burning eyes. Margot is a woman who is unfulfilled by the lovemaking of her lover, Robert. Margot watches Remy and fantasizes. When he approaches her, she becomes so flustered she has to leave the outdoor market - just the sound of his voice makes her wet and aching.

Later, a meeting with Robert forces her to acknowledge her unhappiness and sense of emptiness. She goes back to the market and watches Remy. Just the sight of him makes her ache with wanting and she ducks into a ladies room to masturbate. The orgasm makes her drunk with passion and reckless. Once back on the street, she approaches Remy and begins a round of flirtation that eventually turns into an affair.

Remy’s ministrations show Margot her own wild beauty and introduce her to her most secret self.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005411251

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Open Market Desire

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Monica Austin

Copyright 2022 Monica Austin

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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.

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Remy was an artist who had a stall at the Salton Street market on the weekends. He painted canvases among the vegetable and book hawkers, and had a strange, European accent that made everything he said sound exotic. His voice was deep, a little breathy, hanging hard on g’s, rolling on r’s.

He was not what you would call handsome, not what Margot would call handsome, in any case. But as she shopped on Saturday mornings for melons and berries and vintage skirts, she found herself hanging at the fringes of Remy’s stall. She watched his large hands move a weathered brush over violently colored canvas, and listened to him speak to potential customers.

Generally, they were women who flirted with him shamelessly. Margot imagined him falling into bed with the women; the young girl who looked like a dancer, the graying Bohemian matriarch, the soccer mom who blushed when Remy smiled. He would not be