Forever on My Mind—Feeling
betrayed by her best friend and the love of her life, Tim, Brianna strives to
overcome her heartbreak with nothing but casual sexual relationships. But when
Tim comes back into her life years later, can she deny the heat, the passion,
the tenderness she experiences at the sinfully skillful hands of the only man
she’s ever loved?
Staying Focused—Darla’s
photography profession exposes her to some of the hunkiest male models in Manhattan. And when one hazel-eyed
sex magnet begins to haunt her dreams, she can’t resist living out her fantasy
when he boards the same deserted subway car she takes home late one evening…
Afternoon Delight—What
the postman sees Mabel do every afternoon on his delivery route makes him
decide to deliver more than letters to her…
Sleeping With the Boss—Fantasizing
about her boss leads Bethany to a mind-blowing interlude with the tall,
handsome man. Imagine her shock when her gorgeous, blue-eyed husband later
whispers, “I know what you did today,” and begins to make passionate love to
her…
The Dinner Party—Trapped
in an elevator for two hours with a sexy stranger, makes this Ann’s most
unforgettable ride….
“…Candy Caine once
again hits the right erotic sweet spots…” Cynthia White, author of Awakened Desire.
Excerpt from Afternoon Delight
As Mabel’s computer booted, she gloried in the beautiful spring day. A squirrel dropped from a tree and scurried away. Her attention swung back to her computer screen. She reread the beginning of the chapter where she’d stopped writing the day before and thought for several minutes about where she wanted to go with the story. Her threesome had been getting it on and she needed to finish the scene.
In her fertile mind, she choreographed her characters having one woman ride the man’s hard dick, as the other woman lowered her body so that her pussy was over his face. She pictured them doing this for several minutes before one or both of them climaxed and then they shifted position. She felt as if she was some kind of benevolent goddess who bestowed pleasurable favors on her characters. Like Matthew said: “So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them…” Then she grinned like a Cheshire Cat.
Mabel stories were so hot that she became horny. After all, how could she not get involved, especially when her characters were scorching their sheets? She always tried to write at least a thousand words a day, but usually stopped when she realized her concentration was wavering. That’s when she usually rewarded herself with her own little fuck fest.
She rose and took off her robe. Gathering her sex toys, which consisted of vibrators and rubber cocks, she made herself comfortable on her day bed. What she was about to do could also be listed under the term research, for she had the mirror set strategically across from the bed so she could watch herself.
Already creaming, Mabel knew she’d come quickly, but wanted to keep her orgasm at bay as long as she could. Picturing her characters in her mind, she walked her fingers through her ample black bush. With two fingers she spread her pussy lips apart, noting how wet and lubricated it was. Slowly, she began to stroke her already engorged clit. “Oh, yees,” she said, closing her eyes. She fanned and gently twisted each of her nipples as she began to rub her pleasure nub.
Pushing one of her rubber cocks inside of her steaming opening, she felt herself being consumed by the pleasure and knew she was close. Taking her vibrator, she pressed it up against the base of her clit as she continued to pump herself with the cock. Within seconds, pleasure radiated from her pussy to all parts of her body as she came and kept on coming.
While Mabel was enjoying herself, the postman came to deliver a registered letter, which required her signature. After knocking on the front door without getting an answer, he walked around to the back door and stopped dead in his tracks.
Through the glass-enclosed sunroom he saw Mabel pleasuring herself. She couldn’t see him from where he was standing, but he could surely see her in all her glory. With a twitching
prick pushing hard against the confines of his pants, he looked around realizing how secluded they were. His broad face broke into a huge smile.
He freed his tool and slid his fingers around its thickened shaft. Precum glistened on his fleshy head as he began to stroke, never taking his eyes off of Mabel. The excitement of masturbating in the open like that caused his breath to quicken as he beat his meat faster. He turned and shot his wad into the bushes. Then he left, having to come back for her signature the following day.
The following day started out just like the day before. Mabel rose, took her leisurely shower, had breakfast and went to write in her sunroom. Again, she reviewed what she had written the day before and made a few corrections before continuing on. And just like yesterday, when she became horny, she stopped writing and took out her toys.
It was about that time when the mail truck pulled to the curb in front of Mabel’s house. The postman took the registered letter from his mail sack and got out of his truck. He went up her front walk and knocked on her door. He smiled when she didn’t answer. Was it possible for a replay of yesterday? He pondered this thought with a great deal of anticipation as he strolled to the back of her house.,,
PRAISE FOR CANDY CAINE
For Your Love ★★★★★
“What would you do and how far would you go for love? With great wit, twists and turns, a cast of well-crafted characters you’ll want to cheer for, (and some you won’t), Candy Caine’s delightful story asksand answers this age-old question.” —Niambi Brown Davis, Author of Sanctuary
For Your Love ★★★★★
“A sexy, fabulous read. I couldn’t put it down. I was disappointed that the book ended when it did. I could have read on.” —Bertrice Small, Best-selling author of Skye O’Malley
Whether she’s writing a short story or novel, Candy Caine will make her interracial romances hot and spicy. Always striving to entertain her readers, Candy tries to breathe life into her characters, making life often interesting for her husband, Robert back in their home on Long Island, NY. And both are trying to teach their fifteen-year old yellow Lab, Sammy, new tricks.
Candy loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at candy@candycaine.com.
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