Lap of Luxury
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LISAANN CAREY’S
LAP OF LUXURY
An illustrated medical romance trilogy
Part Two
From the desk of
CAREY’S CLASSICS
ROMANCE BOOKS OF AUSTRALIA
Special Edition
Illustrated by:
LisaAnn Carey and Jenny Wren
Story by LisaAnn Carey
CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
Lap of Luxury:
An Illustrated Medical Romance Trilogy Part Two
Copyright ©2010 by LisaAnn Carey
ISBN-13 978-1-926585-90-1
First Edition
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Carey, LisaAnn, 1965—
LisaAnn Carey’s Lap of luxury : an illustrated medical romance trilogy.
Part two : from the desk of Carey’s classics, romance books of Australia / illustrated by LisaAnn Carey and Jenny Wren ; story by LisaAnn Carey. –
Special ed.
ISBN 978-1-926585-90-1
Also available in print format.
I. Title. II. Title: Lap of luxury.
PR9619.4.C36L36 823
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Illustrations by: LisaAnn Carey and Jenny Wren
This book is entirely fictional. All the characters, all the incidents, and all the dialogue are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the express written permission of the publisher. Printed in the United States of America and the United Kingdom.
Publisher: CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
www.ccbpublishing.com
This book is dedicated to my precious mother Pamela
and my special friend Larry.
Awards and Reviews
LisaAnn Carey has won first prize of $1,500 in the Ponder Prose competition for part two of her medical romance trilogy Lap of Luxury.
LisaAnn Carey has won first prize of $1,000 in the Books Ablaze Romance Writer’s competition for Carey’s Classics Lap of Luxury.
LisaAnn Carey’s Lap of Luxury has won Book Of The Year in the Luscious Love Stories competition for most outstanding literature about love.
Carey’s Classics part two Lap of Luxury along with Retrospect are two books I keep in my sex toy box that goes under my bed. Lap of Luxury is one big sexy surprise story.
- Dr. Linda Nash, Medico
Carey’s Classics part two Lap of Luxury taught me more than just the boring missionary position. It made me feel horny from the first page to the last.
- Mary Knight, Housewife
Carey’s Classics part two Lap of Luxury gave my perfect partner strength of desire giving us fast, rough romps of romance.
- Wendy Mecca, Dressmaker
About the Author
LisaAnn Carey, author of part one of medical romance Retrospect and second book Lap of Luxury. She has accumulated countless fascinating experiences, settings, friends and acquaintances to formulate an extensive treasure trove of wonderful keepsakes to draw from in designing her romances.
LisaAnn Carey
LisaAnn Carey of Carey’s Classics Books of Australia began writing her first series in 1998 on the shelly shores of Lamb Island in peaceful Moreton Bay, Queensland, Australia and has begun numerous other romances available in the not too distant future.
Rams and Ewes spice up your dreamy love lives with a collection of my dirty-sweet romances set on luscious Lamb Island and proudly brought to you by the slipperiest sexpert in Australia, the explosive Carey’s Classics fictional storyteller LisaAnn Carey. Explore the trilogy – Retrospect, Lap of Luxury and Some Sleep to Remember Some Sleep to Forget between kissing and caressing the one you just cannot bear to be without, then gently ease back into a reflection of my raunchy read until you climax the night away. Carey’s Classics novels of great colour will colour your life!
Sexy Snippet
Probably only one of a series of short performances in this variety program, her mind ticked over, as the unfinished play developed before her eyes, leaving her paralysed.
The sunlight cheerily two-stepped over John’s trunk, his head, his limbs…and his finest as his cheeky swimming togs slipped down to his ankles, then thrown casually over the boat rail to sundry any wet patches that may be garnishing the frontlet.
As their bodies rhythmically moved, her lightly tanned skin captured the lustre of the sun’s rays as if it were decorating her flesh profusely with lights as a sign of festivity. Ann-Marie could only imagine what it felt like for her, then she watched them roll over, now she was on top of him, whispering sweet somethings in his ears, he giggled, then a subdued continuous swishing sound as of a stream trickled from her pouting lips.
The Moral of This Story Is:
The retrospective mind is like a mirror; it reflects what the dreamer dreams into it.
Translation: The mind that looks back at yesterday, hangs on with fondness today, to the perfect view of tomorrow.
Happy Reading!
Major Characters
Doctor John Wright
Doctor LisaAnn Wright
Pamela-Marie Porter
Marshall-Justus Prescott
Peter Wright
Eunice Wright
Jayne Lowan
Ewan Lowan
Josef Egan
Rachel Egan
Marcus Porter
Melanie Porter
Pastor Amos Trout
Vaardii
Mavis Fairweather
Doctor James Whittler
Girlfriend of James
Doctor Tim Carraway
Doctor David Blake
Mark and Myer
Auntie Ruth
Doctor David Johnson
Tina Patmos
Bill
June West
Sarah Sierra
Lisa-Marie Wright
Joey-John Wright
Hansom Hiawatha
Francia Fuch
Ann-Marie
Terrance Molakai II (Oswin Intimo)
Cassandra Cartwright
Sue Marr
Bostin Bardot
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter One
“One more lap of luxury in our Prowler Zoom-Zoom John Joey Daddy oooh, ah!” LisaAnn begged in a low intense voice.
“I do believe every time you orgasm you call out John Joey Daddy oooh, ah! That must have been some sexy spin sweetheart,” John said quietly, leaning over to unravel her kimono dress. He tickled the diamond-like points of her heavy breasts as he gently held them upright to his mouth nipping them slightly, the warm rich milk shooting out in a jet as if from a syringe, in a steady stream it trickled down his throat.
“Save some for our babies darling,” she reminded him as she gently tugged the nipple from the suction and popped it back inside her dress.
Her eyes watered as her clitoris stiffened and tingled the moment he shared that her nipples were like diamonds he had given her
and that they are as precious as she is.
“Lamb Island, located in the sheltered waters of Moreton Bay features a luxurious residence offering privacy, security and spectacular views just for you,” he told her.
When John fell in love with her, he became her shelter from harm, like the shielded waters, always there.
They climbed out of the vehicle and both enjoyed an evening stroll along the sand when the shy new moon let a vapoury driving cloud hide its chubby face. The darkness seemed unnatural, almost artificial, like their lovemaking most times, produced by art and not by nature, perfect in every sense. Soft highlights on the crest of the small wind driven waves completed the enrapturing picture.
LisaAnn looked up at a camphor laurel tree watching a sea eagle nesting, its weight rustling the leaves which sounded like pattering rain.
“Rustley stop disturbing the peace!” John called out before it flapped its huge wings and flew off under the patchy skies.
A patch of fluorescent green caught LisaAnn’s eye as it glowed in the night. A female voice was heard praising a gent at the water’s edge near a collection of huge smooth rocks.
“You are the most fabulous guy around, Josef,” went the crafty compliment. It kept LisaAnn and John smiling for minutes especially the witty little message of love that followed. “I’ll give you thirty cents if you’ll allow me to suck on your sweet chuppa chup foamy. Like the advertisement for the lolly goes, the ultimate in lollypop pleasure. The flavour tastes deliciously like watermelon,” she described. The head of Josef’s penis, laced with fizzy sherbet, spurted into her mouth just prior to the foamy salt water spray that washed away his excess load.
Josef eased off her bright green swimmers, her body warm and soft, they were not aware that they were being watched. Panic gripped them both as they realized prying eyes were peeping after John sneezed loudly.
“John, LisaAnn, fancy meeting you here, going for a walk?” Josef’s jitters turned to craven consternation as he reached for his gear and hers, both dressing in hurried fashion.
“Rolling in with the waves and rolling out with the waves what a beautiful evening to have Josef’s strong arms wrapped around um, er, I didn’t get your name dear?” asked John, mouth watering as he watched her moonlit body roll over onto her stomach, she jumped to her feet then shook his hand and grinned, “Ann-Marie, Sir.”
“Mine is Doctor John Wright, local psychiatrist, and as you’ve probably heard, Josef’s employer around the farm.”
An excited giggle rose from her throat, a little sensitive at being caught out with her flesh exposed plus the fact that her skin was damp and chilly from the cool summer breeze.
“Pardon my squaw in the raw you pair of lovey doves, we were just getting to know each other better. We met at a disco in town, Pastor Amos is minding young Rachel up at the hut,” Josef mentioned.
“We’ll leave you to it then,” said LisaAnn taking her very powerful man in her delicate embrace and kissing him eagerly. His solid as the Rock Gibralter’s chest burying into hers, his legs, measuring much from end to end, intertwined confusedly with hers.
Slinking away, the gleaming moon showed its face one more time silhouetting with much luminosity the faces of his and hers whilst full-length shadows emerged from behind, following them back to the car, like ghosts.
On the way their feet sank into the rippled sand that overlapped a strand of Queensland blue turf. They hit the road their hearts skipped a beat as the speedy vehicle banked into the herby curve. With one last blast of acceleration the car whined to a stop on the rough drive outside their love-shack.
The twins were weeping and gurgling as Peter and Eunice carried them to the Prowler ZZ, it was time for a change, a feed and a cuddle from mommy and daddy.
“Oh you are both telling us in as much detail as possible, that the twinnies have empty tummies,” John whispered with heaps of affection in the babies ears as he took them from the arms of his parents into his, juggling them up the steps to the porch.
“And we’ll try to sort it all out for you both,” LisaAnn told them kissing their ruby cheeks and stepping inside.
John lay the babies in her lap of luxury as she sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the kitchen, then bent down and peeled back the silken fabric of her kimono dress to reveal two plump and overflowing mammaries. The family watched as John guided her erect nipples into their gaping mouths wiping away their dripping tears with his lengthy tie. Their wet nappies were changed by their father and soon were soaking in the nappy bucket in the laundry.
He was now a family man, both husband to LisaAnn and father to little Joey-John and Lisa-Marie, tiny sweet heart-throbs that changed him even more than before. Surely these wonderful little packages would dust off the difficult experiences of their parent’s past. Since the birth of the twins, they have been more radiant and cheerier than they have ever been. Despite any future disruptions that may occur, they had both made up their minds to be a very remarkable parental duo.
Josef marched into the kitchen arm in arm with his new girlfriend, turning on the television on the way through. “Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women is a movie showing on channel Briz 33 at 9.30p.m., if anyone is interested. That’s the only reason why we came home plus the fact that we’ve now found fame!”
“Action, camera, click…” John bit back, “This is worse than that program Man Hunt In The African Jungle my darling and I saw last night.”
“Oh, you should have seen the frightening tale that followed,” warned Peter.
“What was that?” Josef and John asked together.
Peter frowned and answered, “Weekend Gardner.”
“Oh, a fantasy,” Eunice added.
They sniggered humorously.
Pastor Amos carried a very snoozy little girl in from outside placing her gently on her father’s lap. She did not stir. LisaAnn brought the twins into the entertainment room to settle for the movie, John nestling up beside the three.
The background music was enough to have them screaming their heads off.
From time to time, during the picture show, LisaAnn and Josef’s lady secretly eyed off, from both sides, the tough fibrous tissue that popped from between the mighty muscles of John’s bare legs.
Neither knew the other was watching, as he subconsciously played with the edge of his red and white striped, oh so tight and oh so brief, beach shorts.
But, he knew, eyeing from the corners of his eyes, saying disapprovingly, “Your travelogue, illustrated the way it was, should have warned you, in narrative form, that this expedition to Paradise has a mysterious side.”
They both looked up in surprise and answered, “The meaning only now is clear to see.”
Two teaspoons of Natasha’s creamy nail polish remained in the small elegant, gold-capped bottle that rested on the edge of the beechnut shaded Spanish mantilla lace centrepiece partially covering the beechwood coffee table.
LisaAnn watched the colourful petals fall delicately from a rich bouquet of bilberry blue blooms that spilled over the sky blue gingham and cream teapot occupying a space in the centre of the table.
Each fruity-scented petal reminded her of her mother’s eyes – pretty blue, sincere and so, so bright.
Clasping the bottle between her shaky fingers she untwisted the lid off and applied the polish to her clear and healthy nails, the babes not moving a muscle.
To every brushstroke a frosty tear dropped onto the crépe matinée jackets of her baby dolls. Sniffling rather noisily, she tightened the lid and placed it back where it came from.
Her husband overheard her sounds of sadness and quickly put his left arm around her shivering shoulders patting them gently with his pale tender hands.
“That’s a pretty colour, and what do you call that one Hidy?” he questioned, stroking the tears from her fresh, plump cheeks and sucking the drops off his wet, wet thumbs.
“The label fell off the bottom, so I call it Bilberry Bloom, it shares the same shade as the
bouquet before you.”
He stared into her cool blue pools for eyes that had a hint of tea-tree tint and asked a further more personal question, “Is there something else the colour reminds you of, someone near and dear, my dear?”
One more tear splashed from her eyes.
“Yes Joey, they were the colour of mommy’s eyes – Bilberry Blue, so sad, so true, towards the end.”
“I must teach my sensitive little lady just how to face the pain of bereavement, grief and suffering,” John told her. “My sweet one, let me help you brighten your darkened soul. Remember the lectures on how to cope with hardship like this? At times, overbearing distress can be sadly entombed and not elucidated, only to spook the shadowy memory afterwards. When you ascertain what triggers the trouble you’ll have carte blanche which will unbar your character in a novel way, and help you value the phosphorescence that will assist you to catch life’s meaning darling LisaAnn, and how the lives that are presently being nourished by you, their dear sweet mother, are inconceivably treasurable.”
“It is such a complicated issue and seems to require so much energy to deal with it. With the twins and all, plus the fact that I’d like to get back into full-time work at the clinic, it’s all so draining.”
John then asked confidentally, “What is your biggest fear right now, can you tell me honey?”
“My biggest fear is that you’ll get tired of me and that you will leave me, sometimes it is easier for me to be LisaAnn Wright, Doctor, than LisaAnn Wright, person.”
He skimmed his calm fingers over his rock-like jaw then lightly rubbed his stinging eyes and searched deep within her soul for her own special place in this tough and sometimes heartless world.
“My grandfather had a saying when he was practicing, ‘If you’re not driving yourself to the maximum peak of performance as a Doctor then you’re not being a Doctor,’ you are the perfect Doctor because your heart and soul are in it, it comes naturally to you. You are the perfect person, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect lover because you are zealously loyal and loving.”