Lust, revenge, dark sexual escapades and the mysterious disappearance of her younger half-sister, Luci, will take art curator Kate Noble on a whirlwind transcontinental journey. The diary Luci’s left behind paints vivid images of shameless erotic exploits with a rake named only as G.C..
Can Kate learn enough under the delightful hands of her bisexual best friend, Gina, to ensnare the sensual and elusive Professor Grayson Cosgrove into a marriage proposal of her making? Can she find Luci before it’s too late? If only she could read between the lines..
What would it be like to be romanced by not one but two potential partners, simultaneously?.
Luci Parker has finally achieved the career of her dreams as an erotic author – but the only romance in her life these days is in the books she writes. Long attracted to both men and women, Luci despairs of ever finding just one person to settle down with. Owners of a South Side Chicago bookstore, Chai and Frank Ferguson eagerly devour Luci's books as fast as she can write them, and now they wonder if she might be the woman they've been looking for..
Frank is deeply in love with Chai but knows she'll never be complete without a woman to love as well. Can he match the passion of not one but two exquisite and complicated women at the same time? Will Luci even want him? And if Chai truly falls in love with Luci, will there be room for him?.
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There never seems to be enough time. And I see him escorting other women to functions or his picture in the paper with a piece of eye candy. Why am I not good enough? I must not be doing enough to please him. I just want to be with him--all the time.
I tried one of the butt plugs he gave me. That was strange at first. I know he wants to fuck me in the ass. I'm trying to get ready for him. He's hardly a small man by any means. He's so considerate, giving me time to prepare with the plugs. He must know I would have gladly given him my ass without preparation. I would've been happy if he'd simply taken it without asking.
I do love his cock. It is so sensitive. It weaves about whenever my fingers or lips approach. I love to take him in my mouth. He must be halfway down my throat by the time I fit all of him in. The first time I went down on him, G.C. was quite angry because I dropped him from my mouth when he started to come. Since then, I've learned to swallow his come.
Actually, I've become quite greedy. I doubt I could ever get too much of that. Some days I think I like blowing G.C. better than anything else we do. Of course, he wouldn't be satisfied with only that. He claims that variety really is the spice of life, particularly when it comes to sex.