In my book “House Mother” the main character, Amber Lloyd, discovers that the five men she has agreed to have sex with are all afflicted with one form of sexual dysfunction or another. In today’s world of personal and sexual relationships we all suffer from some form of sexual dysfunction.
Women stuck in less than sexually satisfying marriages, and men unable to perform because of physical, social or stress related causes, have become the norm rather than the exception in our society. Those of us with an acceptable sex life often take what we have for granted and never realize what we had until through complacency or arrogance we lose it.
Amber finds herself in a very different situation than she thought she was signing up for, when she agreed to become House Mother for her five middle age men. She tries her best to help them overcome their difficulties, but it’s not easy, and the things that plague these guys would be better treated by healthcare professionals, but she is determined to do all that she can for them.
Sexual dysfunction often goes unspoken and under-treated because of the stigma associated with it. For men it suggests a lack of strength and manliness to be less than capable at sex. For women sexual dysfunction in themselves or in their partners creates a feeling of worthlessness. They feel unloved or unwanted and even though the man in her life may confess the problem is his, and not hers, she still feels false guilt at not being able to spark his libido.
Women are not immune to sexual dysfunction and often suffer either in silence or in abstinence with their own form of intimacy issues. We as humans tend to list sexual issues in a category in-and-of itself instead of realizing that a healthy sex life is as important to our wellness as are other medical and health related issues. Sex is too often the unspoken black sheep of the health care business and some are so embarrassed about sexual difficulties that they often won’t discuss the issue even with their doctor.
Amber finds herself in the middle of sexual dysfunction issues more by default than by choice and does her best to help find solutions for the men in her life. Men who are afraid or unwilling to discuss their problems with the people from whom they should be asking for such help.
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Blurb:
All Amber Lloyd wanted was a new start. With her abusive ex-husband a thing of the past and a modest divorce settlement in the bank, the future looked hopeful.
But as Amber quickly finds out, a young woman making it alone in a new city is much more expensive than she initially thought, and with no work experience, her options are limited. When an unusual job offer presents itself, Amber is hesitant, but her financial situation leaves her with few other choices.
Amber soon finds herself living the life of luxury as House Mother to five middle-aged men, but what initially seemed to be a straightforward contract turns out to be more complicated than she bargained for as each of the men comes with his own set of sexual problems. Is Amber in over her head or has she found her true calling?
House Mother is a crazy ride into the world of sexual dysfunction told first-person by a woman with compassion and empathy for her clients. Some are more damaged than others, but they all have one thing in common – they all need the unique services provided by the House Mother.
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Excerpt from House Mother: The Contract
“Why don’t you come with me,” I said as I took his hand and walked him to the first bedroom. “Here, let me help you,” I suggested as I unbuttoned his shirt and had him sit on the bed. I got down and removed his shoes and socks then went to his pants and unbuckled his trousers.
As I lowered his pants down his legs he said, “Okay, but leave the shorts on.”
“Sure, Ray, whatever you say.” I had him lay on the bed and removed my clothes.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“I’m getting naked like you.”
“Why?”
“I thought you’d want to see.”
“I can’t…”
“You can look, and you can touch and feel me, can’t you?”
“Yeah, I suppose. I know what you’re trying to do and believe me it won’t work.”
“It doesn’t have to work. Not with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s more to sex than penetrating a vagina with a penis. Sex is mostly up here,” I said, tapping his forehead.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t trickle down like economics.”
“Economics doesn’t trickle down. There’s too much greed at the top,” I said.
“You’ve got that right,” he agreed. I was down to bra and panties and I unhooked my bra and let my breasts free. I reached down and pulled my panties to the floor and stepped out of them.
“What do you think?”
“Beautiful,” he said. “Almost as beautiful as my Anna when we first got married.”
“Why thank you, Ray. That’s a nice complement. Would you like to touch?” I said.
He sat up on the edge of the bed and I stepped in between his legs. He tentatively massaged my breasts, and I gave him a moment to play with my nipples between his fingers.
“You want to kiss me?” I asked.
“Okay,” he said. I went to him and gave him a hot wet kiss. I let my tongue swirl around his mouth and sucked his breath into my lungs as he continued to massage my breasts.
“You can kiss them if you like.”
He took my left breast in his mouth and suckled it and then the right. He was good at what he was doing, and my nipples and my vagina responded appropriately. While I had him in this position, I ran my fingers through his hair, expecting it to come off in my hands. I discovered that full head of wavy dark brown hair of his was all real. I could have sworn it was a rug.
“You’re making me very wet,” I said.
“Can I?” He said moving his hand down to my crotch.
“I wish you would.”
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Author bio:
Amber Lloyd is my pen name but for me it’s much more than that. It’s often hard to separate the author Amber Lloyd from the character I write about in my books. My life is so different from Amber’s that when I was asked to produce a Bio for my books I was torn between the one I created for my alter ego and my real life. When I compared the two I realized that no one would be the least bit interested in the one over the other so I wrote what you see below. I will let you decide which one you think I chose.
I was born and raised in a small town in upstate New York called Monticello. It’s mostly a farm community and if you didn’t know the true latitude, you would think you were somewhere in the deep south. The city is a bastion of country western music complete with men in cowboy hats and women wearing jeans and shit kicking boots.
I was a gawky kid who loved climbing trees and riding horses. My parents were not country people. They lived in the city and worked as marketing specialists. My dad groomed me to join them in their business and convinced me to pursue a college course that would introduce me to the world of marketing. They wanted me to stay close by and apply to SUNY at New Paltz but I had a different idea. I chose the only college a good distance away from Hee Haw New York that would accept my less than stellar high school grades and SAT scores.
The College I chose was in Kansas where I met my husband. Ron was a year ahead of me and when he graduated, he convinced me to move to Oklahoma and become his wife. The marriage didn’t work out for either of us. Unlike the character in my book, Ron is a good guy, but I don’t think I ever loved him. We had very different ideas about life and love and it was more my faults and issues than his that destroyed our relationship.
My move to Florida was not as much an escape as a running home to my parents who had moved from New York to Clearwater. My tom-boy youth took over and I got a job as a deputy Sheriff. I lived with my parents for several years until I could get my own place. I manage to sprinkle some of my law enforcement experience into my books and base some of my characters on people I met or had to deal with on the job. My descriptions of Amber’s escape and the rest of the story is my fictional account of what I imagined would have happened if I was her, but alas I am me, and all I get to do is write about her exciting life as the House Mother.
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