The Three-Day Hump (colloq.): the intense first 72 hours of abstinence from an addictive substance or behaviour.
Possibly an urban myth.
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Luther Prescott has a solid career as a lawyer and is married to a famous lingerie model. But success has turned the couple into strangers and Luther feels anchored to a life that must surely be somebody else’s. He can’t remember how it felt to truly want something…anything.
Until he meets Opal, the sister of a work colleague. She’s young, arguably single, and has lived a life poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush and fiery darkness and it draws Luther to her like gravity. He suddenly remembers what want feels like.
Immediately the two of them spark off each other like shards of flint. When their flirting inevitably turns physical, each strives in their own way to escape the gravity of their lust. But lust turns to obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but they can think of nothing but the present.
Even when careers and lives are in the balance, they can’t fight their craving. The sex is so potent and consumptive that every time, as soon as it’s over, they feel hollow. They don’t know how to stop, they only know they need to.
An urban myth tells that three days of abstinence will break the back of an addiction. They hole up together in a hotel for a long weekend.
Naked.
The ultimate test.
Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day hump.
EXCERPT:
She leaned back on the bed, her breasts bouncing tightly under her black t-shirt. She pulled one leg up and for the first time he saw the boots she was wearing, the thick woollen socks. They were so big they lent her taut legs an almost juvenile quality.
She glanced around the room and started to shimmy her knee side-to-side, as if she was bored. Or waiting. She ground out her cigarette in the ashtray then sat back and said nothing. That was all he needed.
He was on her in a second. He could taste the smoke still on her lips and tongue. She growled at him like a trapped beast and he coughed out moans like bullets. His jaw began to ache as he stretched across her. Her teeth gouged tracks down his tongue and his stubble returned the favour.
His hands were up her long black skirt, hooking into her panties. She thumped his ribs with her skinny thighs as he ripped downwards, scratching at her skin as he stripped the flimsy garment from her.
He spat her mouth out and careered down her body, clawing for a handhold. He threw the heavy skirt up and over her waist, baring her juicy lips. He pressed her knees up and back, and she yawned open. He held still for a second, drawing in her scent, then bared his teeth and collapsed into her.
Possibly an urban myth.
*****
Luther Prescott has a solid career as a lawyer and is married to a famous lingerie model. But success has turned the couple into strangers and Luther feels anchored to a life that must surely be somebody else’s. He can’t remember how it felt to truly want something…anything.
Until he meets Opal, the sister of a work colleague. She’s young, arguably single, and has lived a life poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush and fiery darkness and it draws Luther to her like gravity. He suddenly remembers what want feels like.
Immediately the two of them spark off each other like shards of flint. When their flirting inevitably turns physical, each strives in their own way to escape the gravity of their lust. But lust turns to obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but they can think of nothing but the present.
Even when careers and lives are in the balance, they can’t fight their craving. The sex is so potent and consumptive that every time, as soon as it’s over, they feel hollow. They don’t know how to stop, they only know they need to.
An urban myth tells that three days of abstinence will break the back of an addiction. They hole up together in a hotel for a long weekend.
Naked.
The ultimate test.
Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day hump.
EXCERPT:
She leaned back on the bed, her breasts bouncing tightly under her black t-shirt. She pulled one leg up and for the first time he saw the boots she was wearing, the thick woollen socks. They were so big they lent her taut legs an almost juvenile quality.
She glanced around the room and started to shimmy her knee side-to-side, as if she was bored. Or waiting. She ground out her cigarette in the ashtray then sat back and said nothing. That was all he needed.
He was on her in a second. He could taste the smoke still on her lips and tongue. She growled at him like a trapped beast and he coughed out moans like bullets. His jaw began to ache as he stretched across her. Her teeth gouged tracks down his tongue and his stubble returned the favour.
His hands were up her long black skirt, hooking into her panties. She thumped his ribs with her skinny thighs as he ripped downwards, scratching at her skin as he stripped the flimsy garment from her.
He spat her mouth out and careered down her body, clawing for a handhold. He threw the heavy skirt up and over her waist, baring her juicy lips. He pressed her knees up and back, and she yawned open. He held still for a second, drawing in her scent, then bared his teeth and collapsed into her.
