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One good thing about her staying away sometimes was the privacy. Why would a young eighteen year old girl need privacy? A shy one at that? Well, it was because I needed it so I can scream to my heart’s content. Moan as loud as I want.
I dropped down the towel wrapped around my body and slid onto the bed. Ever since, Sherry showed me the adult video she snuck out from her dear Benny’s room a week ago, I had been doing this every day at night. I would bit my pillow while digging my fingers into my vagina.
The woman in the video rode the man like a bucking horse. Her satisfied expression really made an impact on me and I wondered whether it really felt good. Curiosity led me to play with myself after Sherry left. It was euphoric and addictive.
Leaning against the wall, I played with my breasts. Squeezing the soft mounds in my hands. I wondered if Zylen loves big chests. Sherry had medium sized ones I believe and a wonderfully tight ass. Big hips and big breasts, I was like the complete opposite of Sherry and Jennifer. Nevertheless, I am allowed to have my fantasy and my fantasy Zylen worshiped my body.
Closing my eyes, I let my imagination go wild and I envisioned him naked before me.
His body dripping wet from his shower, he crawled onto my bed. I shivered as his hands touched my cheeks, brushing down to my chin then lower, hovering to touch my breasts a millimeter away but he dropped down. A low growl escaped my throat at his teasing. He smiled his devilish grin and touched my stomach with his strong digits. The cold water on his skin caused gooseflesh to rise up on my skin, causing a ripple of shivering up my spine.
My body ached for him to touch me roughly, gently, in anyway. I was ready for his touch. He pushed my knees apart so I was spread wide for him, completely open to his gaze. He settled himself in position, kneeling between my legs. His strong build casted a shadow over my little five feet figure which should be frightening but anticipation pumped in my veins. With his blue eyes and black hair, he looked the every bit of a ruffian. Hot. Very hot. Those wonderful biceps and flat stomach like it was photoshopped made me want to touch and lick my tongue all over it but I could not. Not when his hard penis protruding in a hard salute right towards me. A desperate need tore at me, beckoning me to quickly surrender myself for his dominance.
I moaned when he finally pushed in one of his thick fingers. Inserting it as far as possible, he curled the finger and rubbed my hot well. My juices slid down his finger to his hand, coating it until it gleamed. Watching his progress in a hooded gaze, I felt neglected. My body was screaming for more of his touch, so very greedy. His eyes. I wanted very much to stare into his eyes as he made me cum.
With my hands, I squeezed my breasts at him, pulling the pointy tips. My well contracted around his fingers and he looked up to see me pleasuring my breasts. He stiffened, his whole body was tense and in control. He didn’t grin because he was feeling too much. His hard penis strained and appeared harder than ever as he watched me continue to fondle my assets. The place his fingers were playing with quickened and accelerated when I brought a nipple to my mouth and suckled. My breasts were big enough to allow me to do that. The display obviously aroused him and I was glad.
Introduced to his four fingers none to gently, I screamed in pain and pleasure. His thumb flicked my engorged clit, escalating my spasms. The wicked smile on his face spoke of many promises in pleasure…
The sound of a door bell interrupted my wet dream. Unfortunately it was a dream. Sneezing, I grabbed for my pajamas and glasses before stumbling down the stairs. Pushing the bottle-cook glasses with my middle finger, I opened the door, totally unprepared for the guest on my doorstep.
Zylen Daniels in the flesh! My mouth rounded in an ‘o’ as he dropped his bag with a thump and gave me a strong hug, squeezing the air out of my lungs. He shouldn’t have done that. My body’s reaction was instantaneous as I had just woken up from an erotic dream about him and now he was present, tempting me to dispose my dreaded virginity. Just once I wanted to know the feeling of sex. Especially with Zylen Daniels. However, I resisted it adamantly because I was positively, completely certain that I would fall hard. Once would never be enough. It would be the best experience I would ever have and having to compare him to my future love would suck. There was also this teensy – weensy other reason. He was my cousin no matter how many times removed.
The cruel enticing man finally let me go and brushed past. He walked inside confidently and sat down on the couch, totally relaxing by opening his arms and legs wide. What was this sex god doing here in the middle of the night smelling like a heavenly fruit? Breathing out slowly, I closed the door and turned to my Himeros, the god of sexual desire.
“Hey, Ellie.” His masculine voice echoed in my mind and the small town house.
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Double Love (Excerpt)
Description: Loraine Daughter has lived on top of a secluded mountain with her step-grandmother since 10 years old. Having charted from one foster home to another for as long as she remembered, she was pretty set on a future of living alone. Besides, she was not completely alone. There were horses and the beautiful mountain to keep her company. Until one day her grandmother decided to step out of the mountain.
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Chapter 1
Loraine Daughter stared at the beautiful mountain range. The beautiful landscape of green and clear blue sky overhead had never ceased to calm her soul since 10 years ago. At that time she was the only person left of her family among this whole world of billions of people.
She lost her parents at birth and was channeled from one foster home to another until she met the young Daughters. The life traveling wasn’t worth any mentioning but it was with the Daughters that she began to feel something. Their patience and overflowing kindness brought her out of her depressing shell and gave her hope that she too, could obtain happiness. However, with happiness, there would always come great sadness and not soon after the adoption papers were signed, her new parents died. Loraine resolved herself to a life of loneliness as she was charted to Daughter’s Mountain Lodge to live with her new mother’s mother.
Mrs. Daughter or otherwise known as Granny D is a strict woman and rarely showered her with any affection. It was what she needed. Granny D may be stern but she taught Loraine what she needed to survive, a strong heart and excellent health. For this, she was grateful and willing to do anything for Granny D. One exception though was to go into town, or anywhere near civilization. This wasn’t difficult to accomplish considering Daughter’s Lodge was miles from the town and since long ago, Granny D’s best friend, Lizzie, delivers groceries to them. It was funny how life changes with time. Lori never thought that she’d grow to respect and love the old lady.
“Lorrrrri!” Granny D’s voice was an octave lower than usual. Loraine smiled, Granny D must be using a bullhorn again. “Ten! Nine! – ” She leaped onto Snowy’s back and sent the young mare into a gallop back to the Lodge. If she doesn’t arrive before Granny D by one, she’d be in trouble. Last time, the punishment was not riding Snowy for a week. Snowy was depressed and mad at her. It took a lot of coaxing to get the mare to listen again. She should be able to make it in three…two…
“Granny!” Lori slipped down as Snowy began to trot. She gave a few pats on Snowy’s head and it nuzzled her adoringly. Snowy is the first horse that she raised when Granny was certain Snowy would die. The little mare proved to be resilient like her.
“Granny, what – ”
“I’m going on a vacation.” Interrupted Granny D who stood firmly with her hands on her hips like Lori had forbidden her on going. Hell, it was the first time she heard of it!
“But…but…why –” Lori stammered. Granny D leaving Daughter’s Lodge? It was unheard of and not to mention extremely frightening. Her Granny never set a foot outside the Daughter’s land. She was grilled with stories since 10 on how Daughter’s women never leave the land for too long. Look what happened to her adoptive parents?
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nbsp; “Lizzie won a three week cruise to Italy. I can’t possibly pass this up! Don’t worry though, Lizzie promised to send for help and judging by his picture, you have nothing to worry about.” Italy? Three weeks? Picture? Lori did not know where to start deciphering her current situation.
“That is not the problem, Granny, what if something – ”
“If God needs this old woman’s life, then so be it.” Granny D raised her chin defiantly. “It’s been long overdue that I see your grandfather anyway - Oh dear, don’t give me that look! I raised you stronger than that! We Daughter women do not cry! Unless during childbirth or stubbed our toe in the door, but heavens we do not cry when parting!” Lori snorted. Leave it to Granny to cheer her up with a farewell speech.
“You’ll be back in three weeks?” Aunt Lizzie beeped her car horn impatiently, waving at them like she’d waited for hours, and then tapping her watch like a sergeant. Granny D made an “Ok” signal with her fingers to her friend whereas Lori tried to send a signal of her own through her eyes to Granny D, begging her to reconsider this impulsive vacation.
“You bet. And dear, try to be nice.” Granny D lifted her suitcase like it weighed nothing. It was still hard for her to believe this woman and her friend was near 70 years old. The amount of energy and sheer power these two women exuded was like a war general in the 1920s. Not that Lori knew anything about it but television certainly taught her a lot.
“What do you mean?” Lori followed the woman closely behind, dread dragging her feet down every step.
“The helper! The helper!” Granny said impatiently. “He’ll be here any day.” With a wave, the woman got in beside her friend and they waved goodbye, whooping all the way down the drive, leaving a very confused and troubled Lori planted firmly at the end of the road.
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Stringing a Doctor (Excerpt)
Description: Recent divorcee, Rosalind Jones left for Charlestown to lick her wounds after a humiliating betrayal by her near decade of marriage. With no job experience or prospects, she was in a total lost until her friend gave her the best idea ever to start a Knitting Club. Her friend, Gina was adamant that playing with yarn would never rope in available men but fate planned otherwise. With four dear ladies and a wacky best friend, Rose might finally get another chance at her happily ever after.
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“Is that why you moved to Charlestown to lick your wounds?!” Her friend waved exasperatedly. “I swear, you should stay and take revenge over that man! Strut your stuff in front of his face. You have a 34 C that every porn star would love to have and those nice curvy hips! How can you always hide them in those disgustingly large sweaters?!”
Comically, a man beside their table spewed out his coffee and coughed. His newspaper wet. Rose was certain he wasn’t the only one. Her friend Georgiana Fiore or Gina for short, because she hated her English name, was flamboyant and dramatic. Gina caught two types of attention wherever she went. Either she made you believe that the Earth is flat or that she was like a bee, buzzing in your ear – not to mention the poison needle that would paralyze you, she would never kill you immediately because she preferred it nice and slow.
Rose slid her napkins to the spewing coffee man and resumed her knitting. The man murmured his thanks as he wiped the scene of the crime. Gina didn’t even notice and was rambling on about his ex’s stupidity.
Rose was already used to Gina’s profanity since middle school. Perhaps that was when she developed such a calm reaction to everything shocking. When people would be squealing or excited, her heart would pound a fraction higher than normal at best. Her family and friends had all said that she was the calmest person to be around – making her the best babysitter during family gatherings.
“Oh for heaven’s sake! You’re knitting! Seriously, even my grandmother does more exciting things than you! She goes skydiving at 75 and you’re knitting at 29. God. Help me.” Gina shook her head dramatically and sipped her latte. Grimacing, she looked around. “You’re giving me a headache. I need sugar.”
“Here Gina, have some of mine.” Rose poured her French vanilla into her friend’s cup, as if nothing happened.
“Mmm….French vanilla latte.” Gina grinned and sighed. “We’re completely polar opposites. Why did we ever become best friends?” And they were. They have been inseparable since Gina fell from a tree and broke Rose’s ankle at the age of four. Gina felt guilty and spent her entire summer with Rose. Needless to say, they became good friends. Rose was the voice of reason whereas Gina was free to be as wild as she wanted knowing they both got each other’s back.
“Seriously, you’re single and free! You need to live your life! What are you going to do?”
Rose’s mind drifted. What could she do with an English degree? Not to mention she didn’t have any work experience. She was content with staying home and managing their home. She wanted children but her ex – husband wanted his firm to be solidified in the field before starting a family. Perhaps she was fortunate. She read that a child brought up in a separated home could have negative mental effects.
“Hello? Earth to Rose?!” Gina’s eyebrows shot up to look at her quizzically. “Are you going to go back to school? You sold the house and everything so you have a lump sum to work with. Get a specialist degree?”
The answer was clear and definite. “No, I feel drained already and it’s been too long to go back to the hectic life of a student.”
Gina nodded like she once thought about the same thing. “Start a business? You can join a venture or something. Some of my clients do that.” Gina work as an interior designer. She was the one who got Rose her townhouse. Gina was dating the real estate agent at the time so Rose got a pretty good deal. Rose made a noncommittal nod.
“Anything except working with yarn because that just makes you look old and you definitely can’t meet guys.”
Rose’s heart bloomed like she had just received the greatest gift. And it showed pleasantly on her face. Gina began shaking her head with a look of horror like one of those horror films’ characters.
“Oh no, no, no…I did not mean – wait for me!” Gina followed her friend who had already dumped everything into her large bag and was jogging out the door.
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If It’s You (Excerpt)
A Renaissance Romance
Description: Lady Crystal Clarington did something she shouldn't have. To atone for her sin she decided to do the one thing that no lady would ever in their right mind do. Can her choice be a blessing in disguise?
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Chapter 1
Lady Crystal Clarington carried the basket of heavy laundry up the stairs in slow deliberate steps. Even after three years of service under the Duke of Kensington’s house, she learned to tread carefully. She only met his grace twice. The first time was the accident that she could not bear to remember. The mere memory would bring her to her knees. If her family did not reside in the continent for the past three years, she would be in trouble.
Presently, her household consisted of only a butler and housekeeper so the arrangement was easily taken care of. As soon as her brother and parents left, she convinced her two charges to work under Duke Kensington with her. Thankfully, the two elderly couple doted on her and knowing her stubbornness, they decided to follow suit to prevent potential scandals her mere presence would have wrought.
Her butler Mr. Timmons became a servant and his wife, her housekeeper, Mrs. Timmons became a cook. Crystal was the maid assisting in everything from cleaning and cooking. She usually steered clear away from Duke Kensington in fear he recognized her. Fortunately, they had not been in each other’s company often for him to recognize her. Besides, in her servant’s garb she was unrecognizable and invisible.
Her family would throw an immeasurable fit when they discovered her deception. However, this was the only method in which she could atone for her sins. After all,
she accidentally killed the duchess, the young, beautiful and enchanting wife of Duke Kensington. The ton, mourned the loss of such a beautiful woman whereas she was shunned. Not that the ton knew her appearance, but the name of Crystal Clarington who murdered the ton’s favourite was practically inserted into every idle gossip.
The only reason she was not charged for murder was because her carriage had a broken wheel and the duchess riding in her curricle at top speed collided with hers. Crystal was only sixteen at the time and this traumatic experience taught her just how cruel society could be when they lamented the duchess’s death while scorning her. Somehow, one way or another, gossips twisted the incident so unpleasantly that her family felt discouraged to continue living among their own peers.
Her family despaired over this unfortunate event and decided to speed up their move to the continent but as for her, she chose to stay in the country under the pretense of mourning for the late duchess. She would brave it and apologize to his grace. The duke refused visits from everyone, especially her so she devised a plan to enter his household to talk with him. However, the second time she met him, she found him foxed on the carpet surrounded by liquor. She realized then, he did not want pity or an apology. An apology could never bring back his lost love. Thus, began her second goal in life – to assist the duke to find joy in life again. How she would carry out such a plan was not her forte but god willing she would try. She deposited the basket down at the top of the steps to take a breather. My, how one could accumulate so much clothes!
“Hurry up!” Irene scolded as she swayed her hips dramatically as she passed her with a duster. Irene was only older than her by a few years but had already taken on the superior role of bossing her around. Heck, everyone bossed her around because she was so demure. Demure, because she did not want to be signaled out by anyone in the house. Or perhaps it was not a ruse at all and part of her genuine personality. Such unpleasant thoughts these days!
In any case, her plan seemed to have backfired a bit. Perhaps she should have removed the black freckles on her cheeks? No. That would not do now. How would she explain to everyone her freckles vanished? Crystal sighed lethargically. Why was she considering her appearance now?