Wet and Wild–2nd Edition is Avalable Now

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When two best buds seek revenge on an old high school rival, wet and wild hardly describes the wicked day Patricia, Davida and Lisa have at a water park.

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Born on the same day and in the same maternity ward, Patricia and Davida have been friends since the cradle. Theirs is a rock-solid friendship up until high school, when one pretty, hot and tempting Lisa “Diva” cheerleader gets between them with her relentless flirting and vicious lies. Their bond at the umbilical cord is severed, but not for long.

Ten years later, Patricia and Davida meet Lisa again. This time, revenge and salacious sex of the wet and wild kind might just put their past to rest.

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Excerpt:
. . . I was tempted to reach Davida and call off the prank, but I got so involved watching Lisa soap up, the moment passed. When she washed my back, I nearly drowned in desire. I prayed she couldn’t detect how her actions had turned me on. Sharing a narrow stream of water that had to be restarted every couple of seconds meant standing real close. The delicious sensations racing through my body . . . reduced me to a trembling wreck.
At first, I didn’t notice we had company. When I moved my face out from under the water and turned, Davida was there, buck-naked. She had Lisa in a hold, stealing her breath away in a fierce, almost mean-spirited kiss that left Lisa visibly shaken, but obviously aroused. Her nipples and goose flesh were a dead giveaway.

Start the weekend off with a new haircut…

…courtesy of a New ‘Nude’ Neighbor.
With a looming deadline to complete her doctoral thesis too close for comfort, the last thing Dane needs is one more distraction. When a sexy woman rings her bell and claims to be her new neighbor, all thoughts of cerebral pursuits fly right out of Dane’s head and settle directly in her crotch.
New 'Nude' Neighbors
Excerpt:

As luck would have it, rejuvenated creativity and the erotic theme of a classic text started my juices flowing, especially after reading a saucy scene about kissing, perfume, and breasts, and yes, I could really get into that. All at once, my head cleared. Everything made perfect sense. I had begun to expand upon ideas and tie up loose ends–my fingers flying over the keyboard–when the doorbell rang.
“Now what?”
I stood up abruptly and this time the chair shot across the floor. Luckily, the wheels caught in the shag pile throw rug before the seat reached the wall, or worse, knocked over my extensive DVD collection.
In rapid succession, the doorbell sounded twice more. Our fearless Maltese-Yorkies, Romeo and Juliette, barked their furry white heads off and got underfoot, adding to my frustration. In a huff, I inadvertently stepped on Juliette’s tail.
“Sorry, Jules,” I muttered and yanked the door open, still cursing, prepared to send the intruder away, but I caught my breath in midair instead. I choked and sputtered as if I’d inhaled a bumblebee.
“Howdy there, neighbor.” She offered a delicate, well-manicured hand.
“I’m Lexi.” Her painted fingernails matched the pink shade of her lipstick both complimenting her ivory complexion and the long blonde hair that cascaded past her waist and brushed her backside. I opened the door wider, gently shooed the dogs back, and stepped out onto the porch. The sun, well into its descent towards the horizon, provided the perfect backdrop for her exquisite beauty.
“Dane,” I managed. The scripted pink letters across the front of her sheer, white belly shirt drew my gaze to her cleavage. I hoped my lips hadn’t formed the word wow, gazing at a deep vee neckline showing enough of her voluptuous breasts to whet my appetite. It was difficult, but I made a conscious effort to put my tongue back inside my mouth.

BEST FRIENDS DON’T FUCK is back by popular demand

Two sexy girls posing on the beach
Click on cover to order your instant gratification today!

Cate has vacationed in the tropics with her best friend, Joy, for years. Much to her dismay, she finds her sex-crazed-self wanting more than a perfect travel companion or a quick romp, except Joy is off-limits. How will Cate avoid erupting like a volcano if Joy ignores her advances?

Cate and Joy are best friends, business partners, and travel buddies. Everything is perfect…a lush tropical island, white sandy beaches, a sparkling swimming pool and a cozy bedroom…until Cate finds herself suffering from acute sexual frustration. Joy fights the inevitable and avoids taking their friendship to the next level. After all, according to Joy, best friends don’t fuck and there’s too much to lose if it doesn’t work out. Would you take the plunge?

Excerpt:
“What do you mean you gave away our room?” Joy demanded.
“I’m sorry, Miss. It was an oversight.” The clerk didn’t look all that sorry. Joy looked like she was about to rearrange his meek face. I saw the pulse in her neck beat in sync with my heart.
“Well, you’d better check again because we were confirmed.”
“I have one room left.” He glanced up from the screen. “But it has only one king- sized bed.”
“We’ll take it,” I said, pushing Joy out of the way with my hip. I took our keys while her stare bored through my head. “We’re adults. Surely, we can manage to share a bed without touching.”
Joy looked as skeptical as I felt, but she silently agreed, and we went to get settled.
“You’d better keep to your side, Cate.” Joy dumped her duffle bag on the bed, choosing the right. “And no parading around here in your underwear or naked. Deal?”
“Sure thing, boss.” I flashed a toothy grin. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. No eating in bed.”
“I guess sex is out then, too.”
She threw a ball of socks and hit me squarely on the jaw. I cracked up and beat her to the bathroom. We took turns changing into swimsuits and headed out for fun in the sun. Joy complained about lathering sunscreen on my back, but her massage affected me to the tips of my toes in a sweet torture that collected in my clit.
The hotel pool had waterslides, underwater bars, and even an aquarium. As I watched Joy swim laps, I fell deeper in love. We spent the day parasailing and alternating between snorkeling in the surf and swimming in the pool.
That night, we retired to our room and undressed for bed. Joy wore sweats and I thought she’d die of heat frustration. I didn’t sleep a wink with her near enough for me to tell she couldn’t sleep either. Counting her breaths didn’t help lull me. I fought the urge to tackle her as she lay at the very edge of the mattress. Less than an inch and she’d be on the floor.
“Well, goodnight then.” Her voice was thick and huskier than usual.
“Night, Joy. Sleep tight.”

“Better Than Vibrators” is out now in “Ageless Erotica” and anthology you won’t want to miss!

Ageless Erotica is a steamy anthology of erotic stories and memoir essays written for a mature audience by writers over the age of 50. Edited by senior sex expert and advocate Joan Price, this collection is full of erotica seniors can relate to—embracing the agelessness of sexuality while still encompassing the changes that accompany aging. Some selections are tender and loving, while others are edgy and kinky. But whether characters are going solo, having spicy sex with partners they love and have loved for decades, or engaging in casual encounters, every story included in these pages aims to arouse and to rejoice in the sensual side of aging.

A groundbreaking collection of erotica for seniors, Ageless Erotica is a stimulating celebration of the many pleasures of “well-seasoned” sex.Ageless Erotica edited by Joan Price

Ageless Erotica
Edited by Joan Price
Seal Press, 2013
The following is taken from Joan Price’s blog at Be sure to visit Joan’s blog often, you’ll be glad you did!
What would it look like if talented writers over age fifty wrote erotica featuring steamy, sexy characters who were also over fifty? Now we know. Ageless Erotica is a ground-breaking anthology of erotic short stories and memoir essays presenting women and men, couples and singles, straight and gay, who are over fifty, sixty, seventy, and beyond – all enjoying and sharing their erotic moments.

This is not your usual erotica with a few wrinkles slapped on — these are stories that show how hot sex can be at our age. This collection embraces the agelessness of sexuality while still realistically acknowledging the changes that accompany aging.

Ageless Erotica is a stimulating celebration of the many pleasures of “well-seasoned” sex. In this anthology, age is accepted, celebrated, and sensually enjoyed. Some selections are tender and loving, while others are edgy and kinky. Characters may be having spicy sex with partners they have loved for decades; or with new loves, old loves reunited, or forbidden partners; or solo with fantasies. Ageless Erotica has it all, portraying older-age sexuality as healthy, lusty, and glorious.

INTRODUCTION by Joan Price
TO BED by Erobintica
SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING BLUE by Nancy Weber
DOLORES PARK by Dale Chase
INVITATION TO LUNCH by Donna George Storey
OTHER PEOPLE’S STUFF by Susan St. Aubin
LADY BELLA by I.G. Frederick
HAND JOBS by Kate Dominic
SMOOTH AND SLIPPERY by Doug Harrison
TONY TEMPO by Tsaurah Litzky
BETTER THAN VIBRATORS by Cheri Crystal
AFTER TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS by Dorothy Freed
MY NEW VAGINA by Audrienne Roberts Womack
TRAIN RIDE by Harris Tweed
AT THE WANE OF THE MOON by Bill Noble
PEAS IN A POD by Maryn Blackburn
ENDLESS PRAISE, TIMELESS LOVE by Linda Poelzl
THE HOTEL LOUNGE by Skyler Karadan
COMING FULL CIRCLE by Cela Winter
GEORGE by Lorna Lee
IN THE MEANTIME by Miriam Kura
MR. SMITH, MS. JONES WILL SEE YOU NOW by D.L. King
JAGUAR DREAMS by Evvy Lynn
TOAST FOR BREAKFAST by Cheyenne Blue
BY THE BOOK by Rae Padilla Francoeur
BLIND, NOT DEAD by Johnny Dragona
AFTER DINNER EUPHORIA by Peter Baltensperger
THE WACKY IRAQI, THE SHAMAN LOVER, AND ME by Erica Manfred
BEYOND THE DOUBLE DOORS by Sue Katz
MORNING by Belle Burroughs Shepherd

Top Bird has been re-released in loving memory of my dear friend, John Ellis. Gone much too soon!

TOP BIRD

When Eve Archer, the Senior Head Keeper of Birds, and a hunky, arrogant coworker attend a symposium in San Diego, she flies the coop and lands in Jack Thomas’ lap, but not without some help from him. Eve has been able to keep her distance up until now, but her palpable attraction for Jack gets way out of hand and she’s ready to smack him for feeding into her heightened arousal. Against Eve’s better judgment, their professional relationship turns personal and she finds herself battling Jack for the top bird position in the bedroom. Two spanky birders ruffle more than their feathers in this erotic turned romantic romp.

Excerpt:

“What are you doing?” I hissed.
He laughed and it pissed me off worse than before.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, particularly when you’re jealous.”
“I am not jealous. You’re delusional.”
“Come on, let’s go talk about work.” I felt his warm breath and was keenly aware of his every movement as he followed me to my room. When I turned around, his face was dangerously close to mine. He didn’t have to lure me inside with a mouse like our famed crane Lucy. We stepped into the room and I turned towards him ready to reprimand his bad behavior, when he closed in on me. Heat radiated off his body mixing with cologne and smoke and…sex. He was so freaking hard. The bulge in his pants strained the durable fabric in an enticing denim-cloaked erection that fueled my fury. I’d have had to be dead to resist that!
“We’re here for the conference…” My throat closed. All the moisture in my mouth headed south. My breath quickened and I wondered if I’d hyperventilate.
“Whatever you say, boss.” He smirked, and I licked my parched lips that thirsted for his kiss.
There was no way I was kissing him. No way! Desire soaked my thong making it unbearable to just stand there and do nothing. Jack’s eyes darkened. He dared me, teased me, and implored me to do what was so obvious we both needed.
“You know you want this, Eve. Why make it harder than it already is?”
I slapped his face – hard. He didn’t flinch and even though my palm smarted, I went for a repeat performance. Sexual harassment be damned. Jack made it too obvious he was enjoying this. If I wasn’t so horny, I’d have had more energy to seethe.
He caught my hand again when I raised my fist.
“Stop, teasing me, you bastard.”
“You asked for it.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“And you’re sexier than hell when you’re pissed.” He ran a finger through my hair.
I slapped his hand.
“You’re a feisty little bird, aren’t you, Eve?”
“Don’t tempt me, Jack. You don’t want to see how feisty a bird I can be.”
He clucked his tongue. “The pretty ones are often the nastiest.”
“Stop flattering me or I’ll slap you again,” I warned, yet not very convincing.
“Make me.”
I raised my hand, but against my better judgment, I threw my arms around his neck. I kicked off my flip-flops and they went flying. My lips landed on his like a bird on a perch.
Our tongues battled it out. I intended to teach him a lesson for making my body betray me. Surely I was stronger than his magnetism, his rugged sex appeal that had me and everyone else at work drooling. I was an accomplished control freak on the job, so what the heck happened to my resolve?

The Next Big Thing – A Blog Hop Post

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Next Big Thing – A Blog Hop Post

As part of ‘The Next Big Thing Blog Hop,’ I was tagged by the talented author and magnanimous spokesperson for gay rights, J. E. Knowles http://jeknowles.blogspot.com/, whose admirable work not only entertains but sends a message. Ms. Knowles is a tough act to follow, but I’ll do my best. The purpose of this hop is to expose you to writers who perhaps you haven’t heard of, and their work whether a new release or a Work in Progress (WIP).  This is week 21.

According to the rules of the hop, I will be answering the same questions as every other blog hopper (and I’ll try hard not to bounce around too much 😉 about either my newest releases or my WIP. At the bottom of the post I’ve listed authors who will do the same thing in their blogs next Wednesday.

Okay – let’s get this party started!

What is the working title of your book? Since Attractions of the Heart won the Golden Crown Literary Award for lesbian erotica, I’ve been assembling published stories for the second anthology in the series, tentatively titled, Attractions of Another Kind. Some of my latest work, for instance, Steam, can be uploaded at http://www.amazon.com/Cheri-Crystal/e/B002VG3738. I hope you’ll check it out, indulge yourself and come back for more. I find there are two kinds of readers of short erotic stories, those who want to read them on e-readers in single gulps, and those who want a print book they can keep on the bedside table. I offer both options to keep every taste satisfied.

Where did the idea come from for the book? It’s a long story, but I’ll try to be brief. Little did I know way back when I began reading, reviewing, and ultimately, writing LGBT fiction, that my voracious appetite to live vicariously through my characters would someday result in real life changes. Mainly the idea for both books and the inspiration for many of my short stories came from conversations I had with fellow authors and readers, particularly my very best friend who is now my wife. We tied the knot this past August 31, 2012 and I could not have come this far without her love and support. It helps that she often reels me in when I go off on too many tangents. Don’t tell her I told you 😉

I’ve written dozens of short stories and even a couple of (unpublished WIP) novels. Each time an idea pops into my head, I simply have to run with it. For example, I wrote Going Fishing after all the women who attended Women’s Week in Ptown bragged on the literary lists about being there while I was at home reading about their great adventures. Talk about feeling left out! Going Fishing helped dispel the jealousy, especially after it was published in several editions. The idea for Steam came from a friend after a workout at the gym. We often meet for cappuccinos and a chat afterwards. He shared a story about a tryst he had with a really hot woman who had her way with him aboard the legendary Southwest Devon Railway. I asked if I could use the idea for my next story and he gave me his blessing. I lesbianized his tale and took quite a few other liberties. My wife shot the cover photo and we plan to take a trip as soon as we can.

What genre does your book fall under? Erotic Lesbian Romance.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? Would it be too cliché to say Jodie Foster and Sandra Bullock? Or Angie Harmon and Sasha Alexander? How about Lucy Lawless and Renée O’Connor? Okay, I’m getting carried away now. Still, who wouldn’t want to watch Portia de Rossi and say Kristanna Loken? The actress who played Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games, Jennifer Lawrence, is hot. Angelina Jolie and Kate Mulgrew, have done their share, and I love Anne Hathaway, Jennifer Garner, Jessica Biel and Helen Hunt. For my story, Help Wanted, Clitoris Missing in Action, I would probably cast Meryl Streep or Bette Midler, yes, Bette since it’s a comic story about a woman who thinks she’s lost her libido but inadvertently finds it, thank GOD! There’s no shortage of talented actresses who could play the parts in my stories. Endless I tell you J


What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? Steam is the first in a series of daring sexual adventures between Gwen and her lover as they travel through Europe.

What is the longer synopsis of your book?
The main characters have decided to spend their anniversary in the Southwest part of the United Kingdom. The narrator, who remains nameless in this story, suggests that she and her partner Gwen have already had sex in every room of their house and other assorted places, so why not try it aboard a “Steam” engine. Here’s the excerpt:

After we manage to walk away from the enthusiastic volunteer without appearing rude, I whisper, “I’m so freaking horny I could hump a lamppost right now.”
“I hear you,” Gwen sighs. “We have to figure out a way to do it on board despite the crowd. You claimed you wouldn’t chicken out. Am I right?”
“Not on your life.”
A group of rugged women glance in our direction. I nudge Gwen’s shoulder and point my chin in their general direction. “You think they’re—”
“Lesbians?”
“Shhh, not so loud,” I warn.
“What do you think?”
“Definitely, but I’m afraid they’ll know what we’re up to if we head to the toilet together.”
“So what?”
“So, it’ll be embarrassing.”
“We could invite them to join in,” Gwen says, although I know damn well she’d never share. I swat her just the same and she pulls me in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. A sandy-haired woman quirks her eyebrow seconds before leaning in to share some secret with her dark-haired partner.
I begin to sweat.

“Please let’s not be in their car, please.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport. If they are it’ll just pump up the “Steam” in our little tryst.”

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
Since the rights of all my work have reverted back to me, I’ve been working hard at revising and self-publishing old and new stories on Amazon Kindle Direct. I have plans to re-release Attractions of the Heart and then Attractions of Another Kind as eBooks and print on demand.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? I often whiz through the first draft of a story (a short story can take anywhere from a day to a few days not counting the time spent revising). It took about two months to write each of my novels (both WIP), but the revisions often add weeks or months to a project.

Who or What inspired you to write this book? My early stories came from deep within—a place I didn’t know existed where I could envision falling in love with a woman and making love to her. I wrote all the stories of Attractions of the Heart before I even kissed a woman. I was married to a man for 21 years and it hadn’t occurred to me that same-sex attraction was in my cards. In fact, I maintained a happy hetero existence while supporting gay rights and getting our lesbian stories out in the mainstream. The first time I fell in love with a woman, I had no idea what to do with this new phenomenon. It didn’t fit in with the scheme of my family life. I had a husband and children and a life I built here in New York. I wrote, “The Biggest Flirt This Side of the Internet” later changed to “Debut” because I was madly, deeply and completely in love with an author I was about to meet for the first time at the Lambda Literary Awards. Nothing ever became of my infatuation, but I continued to write obsessively. It was a dare on a literary list that introduced my wife and me. I wrote, “Reading In A Public Place” later titled, “Mile High Dare” after she dared me to do an author’s challenge. The rest is history. There has always been some spark or another that prompted me to write a particular story. I am not unlike most other authors. I put a part of myself in each and every sentence even if it is all FICTION. Yes, folks, fiction, but alas, hidden truths often lurk between the sheets. I had a very dear friend, may he rest in peace, who commented that reading Attractions of the Heart sounded like there was an element of my true feelings in every story. I guess he was right.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? I write from the heart. I try to tell an engaging story and I hope the reader likes my characters as much as I do. While I am best known for my erotica, I promise that I put plenty of romance in too. I try to avoid Plot, What Plot (PWP) and my greatest desire is to continue to make people smile, blush, think, act, laugh, and just be happy, horny and healthy. Thank you for taking the time to read this. One more suggestion I like to dole out if I may, to cure what ails you, just have two orgasms and call me in the morning, LOL.

Next Wednesday check out the Next Big Thing from the prolific, award-winning author, SX Meagher http://briskpress.blogspot.com/. Once you start reading her work, you’ll never want to stop. Luckily for us she keeps on writing.

If you’re a fellow writer and would like to participate in this Blog Hop, please reach out to SX Meagher and let her know! The more the merrier ♥ Carsen Taite has agreed to play too! Her novels should not be missed either. Go to http://lesbianauthors.wordpress.com and http://www.youtube.com/carsentaite to find out the scoop on Carsen.

Huge thanks to J. E. Knowles for tagging me and to everyone for reading. I hope you enjoy my tales of lesbian lust and love and come back for more.

Cheri Crystal
www.chericrystal.com

THE TIES THAT BIND is available in time for THANKSGIVING

Speaking of fun with food and other hedonistic pleasures…THE TIES THAT BIND was launched today just in time for the holidays. Indulge yourself–DOES THE BUTCH COME WITH THE RECIPE? and the sequel THE TIES THAT BIND will satisfy your appetite without gaining a pound.

The Ties That Bind

What could be more fun than being surrounded by a bunch of fun-loving lesbians in Provincetown, Massachusetts? Tristan convinces Cyndy to attend her first Women’s Week during the 25th Annual celebration and shows her another side of desire. With something for everyone, “The Ties That Bind” is for fans of love, lust, trust and some fun with bondage.

In a sequel to Does the Butch Come with the Recipe, softball captain, Cyndy Kaplan and her girlfriend, Tristan Rizzo, are back for a whole new adventure with much higher stakes. After Tristan’s prediction comes true and the Butch Cookbook earns enough money to subsidize a trip to Ft. Lauderdale for the whole team to attend the playoffs, she suggests another getaway, only without the softball league. Cyndy agrees to pop her Provincetown cherry in order to commemorate the 25th Annual Women’s Week. They end up renting a fantastic house in the fun-filled, estrogen-fest, with Tristan’s twin sister and her girlfriend to partake in the festivities. Cyndy has no idea what to expect, but Tristan is certain she’ll have Cyndy begging to come back for more.

Excerpt:

“Oh, my God! Can you believe this place?”
Bondage gear, restraints, fetish wear, and kinky sex toys, hung from the steel wall along with wrist and ankle shackles, and a red-cloaked rectangular piece of furniture by the wall rack. There was a four-poster bed, a Captain’s chair with the arms removed, a folding massage table, chains, whips and every imaginable sexual gadget available, including a swing. Cyndy couldn’t wrap her mind around this treasure trove of adult entertainment any more than Tristan apparently could. Nor could she fathom the dichotomous décor between this dark dungeon and the rest of the light, airy house. “More like shocked beyond belief,” she murmured, more to herself than to her cohort in crime.
“Why, shocked? I know you’re quite at home in this environment,” Tristan stated with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
“How would you know that?”
Tristan began rummaging at the foot of a bed in a chest that resembled a buried treasure of playwear until she’d settled on just the right outfit. “Because I’ve spotted you in some pretty raunchy places.”
Cyndy couldn’t imagine where her girlfriend had gone and who this imposter before her was in her stead. Her mouth may as well have been sealed shut, for she couldn’t utter a peep. Moisture poured out of her pussy, and had she been cognizant, she’d have worried about dehydration. She had turned her back on this scene long ago, but somehow, Tristan had lit the torch as easily as throwing a match into a gallon of gasoline. Only this time, she thought she trusted her captor. But why should she? There were two choices. Stay put and let Tristan have her own way, or run as fast as her legs could go.
Tristan’s sugared tone interrupted her reverie. “Get undressed and put this on,” she instructed and handed Cyndy a most unusual hospital gown. It was comically open in the front and back, which helped relieve some of the tension.
“Don’t smile, if you know what’s good for you.”
Cyndy formed a lopsided frown at best and donned the gown. She marveled at how easy it was to get back into bondage, although from a totally new angle. Wondering about when and where Tristan had seen her in action was put on the back burner. Maybe afterwards she’d ponder. She had a wanton pussy and a gloriously hot femme to satisfy.

PUT SOME STEAM IN YOUR LOVE LIFE–ORDER STEAM TODAY!

STEAM

What would you do to keep the spice in your sex life? After eighteen years of being with Gwen, I came up with a great idea that involved me, her and a historic steam engine ride on the South Devon Railway in the United Kingdom.

STEAM is the story of an enduring relationship between an outgoing Global History teacher and her reticent Government worker lover taken to a whole new level. Come aboard and help celebrate their love and lust and get a potent dose of each.

EXCERPT:
After we manage to walk away from the enthusiastic volunteer without appearing rude, I whisper, “I’m so freaking horny I could hump a lamppost right now.”
“I hear you,” Gwen sighs. “We have to figure out a way to do it on board despite the crowd. You claimed you wouldn’t chicken out. Am I right?”
“Not on your life.”
A group of rugged women glance in our direction. I nudge Gwen’s shoulder and point my chin in their general direction. “You think they’re—”
“Lesbians?”
“Shhh, not so loud,” I warn.
“What do you think?”
“Definitely, but I’m afraid they’ll know what we’re up to if we head to the toilet together.”
“So what?”
“So, it’ll be embarrassing.”
“We could invite them to join in,” Gwen says, although I know damn well she’d never share. I swat her just the same and she pulls me in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. A sandy-haired woman quirks her eyebrow seconds before leaning in to share some secret with her dark-haired partner.
I begin to sweat. “Please let’s not be in their car, please.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport. If they are it’ll just pump up the steam in our little tryst.”

CAMPUS CRAZE HAS A NEW LOOK

Campus Craze

ABOUT THE BOOK “Campus Craze” is a short tale of lesbian lust for anyone in need of a potent dose of sensual pleasure. It contains a sexual theme, explicit sex and is for adults only. Must be 18 to purchase.

Stacey Tanner hadn’t planned on losing her job during the recession while supporting herself and her dependent son. Deciding to go back to college, the last thing on her mind was reigniting her dormant sex drive. When lust presents itself in the form of a hot young coed half her age, she gives in to temptation and ultimately embarks on earning more than an advanced degree.