About the Book
Passionate Beginnings "first love I cry each night tears of passion tears of love all in vain tears of lust and fantasy as I relive my passionate beginnings and hope that maybe someday you will be back in my arms once again my first love, my puppy love." Excerpt: "She was driving a Mazda Miata convertible. It was British racing green in colour. As usual, she was driving too fast - 140 kilometres per hour in a maximum 90 zone. She enjoyed driving fast, pushing the little car to the limit as it sped along the winding road. Her brownish-blonde hair flapped wildly, straight back from her head. She had a relaxed, almost hypnotized look on her face. The rock and roll music cranking out of the car's stereo system was likely starting wildlife for miles around. As she passed a small dirt road, she noticed a Buick LaCrosse sitting there. It was a shiny new car, black in colour, and gleaming in the afternoon sun. It looked completely out of place, and she instantly recognized it for what it was, a ghost car. Fuck! If he's clocking me I'm screwed, she thought. As if in answer to her thought, she saw the car pull out onto the highway, tires spinning dust, and then smoke, as they hit the hot pavement. She instinctively slowed down, not wanting to make things any worse than they were. She kept glancing in her rear-view mirror, expecting the inevitable. The LaCrosse pulled up behind her, mere feet from her rear bumper, and began flashing its lights. She could get a good look at the driver now. He was wearing a black hat with the distinctive yellow band of the highway patrol around it and the RCMP emblem in the centre. She was right, it was the Canadian cops. He looked deadly serious - she wasn't going to charm her way out of this one. Shit!" Excerpt: "Instructions: How to Stroke a Butterfly Ok ... here's what I picture you doing as you slide into bed tonight (or whenever). It's weird, but I just got nervous all of a sudden ... My heart fluttering, my fingers trembling just the slightest bit, my mouth a tad dry ... Wow! I want you to go into your bedroom and pull down the shades. Put a nice romantic CD on and turn it down low. Pick out a nice soft cotton T-shirt to wear. Unclip your bra and let your beautiful breasts free - doesn't that feel good, to be unencumbered ... Let the bra tumble to the carpet. Gently tickle your breasts with your fingernails, staying away from the nipples for now. Lightly caress both of your breasts at the same time, stroking from just beyond the nipple to your underarms. Cup them gently in your hands and fondle them with your fingers. Unzip your skirt and step out of it letting it drop next to the floor. Unclip and remove your stockings, slowly peeling each one down with both of your hands. Starting at the sensitive inner thigh, allowing your hands to caress your leg as the silky material slides over your skin. Pull the comfortable T-shirt over your head. As you do, graze you nipples with your hands. Just lightly. Look at yourself in the mirror. You see a beautiful woman gazing back at you. Your eyes are dark and penetrating. Look at your beautiful body in the mirror, admire it's curves and valleys. Gaze at your erect nipples poking through your shirt. The next time you wear the shirt, think of me, think of your bare nipples rubbing against the cotton and how they brazenly poked through the shirt."
About the Author :
Kent Burt is a writer of novels, poems, stories, and photography books. Current projects: 1) Defective 2) Highway of Tears 3) Scoffs, Scuffs, Scofflaws, and Salters: A Collection of Photographs, Poems, and Recipes He is also a publisher, thinker, food critic, and chef wannabe. He has traveled far and wide, for business and for pleasure, and has lived in many diverse places. He is semi-retired due to ongoing health issues, and is currently living a quiet life in a small rural community with Cathy and Cashmere, their cat. Praise for Kent's Writing: "Once again, one of your pieces has blown my mind. You have done an incredible job of the descriptors. If I quoted all the lines that made me smile, I'd quote the whole piece, or maybe simply because I smiled knowing YOU" "Wow. Once I started reading it, I could not put it down until finished. Very Interesting! Kudos to my old friend, Kent Oliver Burt." "The story drew me in immediately. Each character's depiction was so spot on that I found myself in each moment of time feeling their feelings. I was right there in the story watching it all unfold as a spectator and at times being in their shoes." "I was enthralled with different emotions as each chapter unfolded. It left me wanting more, to know more about each character, past and present. I'm looking forward to many more great stories from the author." "What a great read. I finished the whole thing in one sitting (the best compliment I could ever give a book). Kent Oliver Burt has a unique ability to put the reader 'there'. Excellent job, I'm thoroughly impressed." "Some of the prose in this Novel is comparable to the author's poem Duty, included in the collection: Mutterings of a Mind. The dark side of sugar production is portrayed very elegantly, the descriptions are absolutely incredible. But, the fun side, the erotic and romantic side of a sugar house are also made evident by the delightful fantasy. I loved the whole novel, but each chapter could almost stand alone." " I bow my head to this incredible glimpse at the unexplored talent you have hidden inside you. Bravo!!!!!"
