Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Seducing the Boss by C. J. Starr
Book 3 in the City Girl Series
f/f, 30 pages
When Taylor O. Blake catches her boyfriend cheating on her, she looks elsewhere to satisfy her insatiable sexual appetite, and her fantasies run wild. She is attracted to her female boss and sets out a plan for seducing the boss!
Euphoric, I moved to the bed and sprawled out with my legs spread open and my knees elevated and I thought more on how Richard had these special ways -- with his mouth -- that no man (or woman) before or after him could ever come close to matching. His skill, his timing, and the amount of pressure that he applied were always measured and always just beyond that cutting edge of giving pleasure as an act of perfection. His sexual game was to please and, I'm here to attest, he always won! I always let him...
I softly gripped my pussy and made my Mound de Venus flesh move in a circular direction. With my other hand stroking lightly across my breasts and down the length of my tanned torso and then back up, over and over again and again in rapid movements that fired my skin to new highs of self-indulgent pleasure. And then - with an uncontrolled and sudden spasm, my body arched upward and my thighs tightened about my hand and an unearthly euphoria permeated through every cell of my incarnate being. An uncontrollable scream rose unbridled from the depths of my satisfaction center, up and out it came -- a cry of pure fulfilled lust and uninhibited jubilation.
And then this strange feeling, a passion, overwhelmed me, and a three-dimensional vision of my co-worker, Sally (Sunshine) Peterson enveloped my every throbbing sense. She was naked before me and she - seemed -- so very, very real. I reached the light on the nightstand and turned it on. The vision ended. My God! My boss appearing to me nude and in an erotic pose of touch me, feel me, see me...and with that flash of light, the vision was dispelled. All of that beautiful vividness out of my, what should have been -- sexually satiated mind.
I laughed to myself and then questioned my own sexual orientation. Why was I seeing, imagining, my best friend Sally? Naked! I just didn't have an answer. But as I thought a little deeper on it, I came up with a few plausible and completely pleasurable ideas.
Sal is a naturally sexy woman. She dresses like a 200-dollar hooker and always smells like a 500-dollar whore...
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