I’d like to welcome Tanith Davenport to my blog today, to talk about her recent release The Hand He Dealt. Over to you, Tanith!
I always wanted to write a story involving a threesome.
When I started planning The Hand He Dealt, the threesome was the first point I wrote down. The dynamic at that stage was completely different – my focus was on the relationship between the two women, while the man was mostly inconsequential. Thank goodness that changed. I can’t imagine my deliciously arrogant male character being happy at being reduced to a dildo on legs.
Then came the sorority idea. Sorority houses are the basis of many male fantasies, I know. The image of dozens of nubile young women floating around the house, showering together and tucking themselves into bed in baby-doll nighties, is one that seems to crop up in a lot of adult movies. A threesome going on behind closed doors in a sorority house? Yeah, that sounded like fun.
But to differentiate it enough to make it interesting, I needed a strong female character, and I found that in Astra Scott, a casino intern who finds that taking the male role in a relationship can be fun.
And there it was!
Two hours later, and Astra stood in front of her bedroom mirror, holding in one hand the toy she had bought from Amy’s Delights.
Rubber underwear was laced through her fingers, a small plastic remote control dangling below on the end of a long cord. And attached to the front—
It was a strap-on.
It was a strap-on dildo.
And it was purple.
A purple length of shiny plastic. A perfect simulacrum of a veined, circumcised penis, five inches long and of a thickness Astra considered average, just the right width to wrap a hand around.
She stared at her reflection for a long time, contemplating the dildo, before slowly drawing it back towards her body, holding it against her stomach.
One foot through the straps, two feet…rubber caught against denim-clad legs, but after a moment’s struggle the strap-on dildo was in place, and Astra’s image stood in front of her, the purple dick jutting out in front like the hilt of a sword.
Slowly she rotated her hips, watching the dildo glide from side to side, before stopping abruptly with a giggle.
Shit. It looks like a fucking light sabre.
Watching herself in the mirror, she closed one hand around its length, giving it a tentative stroke.
She tried it again, this time holding the remote control and flicking the switch. A sudden buzzing, accompanied by a muted vibration through her jeans, made her jolt sharply.
Flipping the switch again, she rocked her hips slowly, her eyes glazing. In her mind formed a picture of Harry’s smooth back and bare buttocks, thighs parting to receive her, Harry’s voice gasping, begging for more, more, please, more…
The switch snapped off.
Astra eyed herself coolly, squaring her shoulders, her legs automatically widening into a masculine stance.
The Hand He Dealt is my debut novel and was released on 13 June by Total-e-Bound.