Waynell Deveraux wants to live a normal life with a man who can love her. But she is forced to marry an man who wants nothing from her but to be his sex slave. Her life will change as she is approached by a secret society. One that engages in the deepest and darkest sexual sins known to man. She finds herself caught in the middle as her sexual desires take control of her life as she is engulfed with intrigue! Tonight she will experience sexual pleasures that she didn’t know existed, as she embarks on a journey that will catapult her to the dark side of her desires. When she finds herself transported through a door between worlds believed to be closed for all time and lands in the magical circle of the Guild, she knows that her life will never be the same. One that will show her pleasures she never imagined and brings her confidence to life!
Excerpt
Waynell was looking up at the ceiling as she laid there in the bed. Although Brian was trying his utmost to bring her to a climax, it was not going to happen. Now, you see Waynell had her mind on something else, something more, then what Brian could offer. Although he was thrusting her with vigorous and fervent force, Waynell was just not getting into his masculinity. Her mind was not on his diminutive penis or the fact that he was talking dirty to her, but her mind was on the thought of being in the middle of that orgy session that she had the pleasure of experiencing the night before. Yes, Waynell loves to fuck and she does it well. She loves it so much that she tolerates her husband’s efforts, but he is just not enough. Oh yes, she does what any loving and devoted wife would do to keep the peace in her home. She fakes it!
“Oh…Oh…Ohhhhh my!” “I'm Cumming, I’m Cumming,” she exclaims as she slightly pushes Brian off her.
“Oh baby that the best love making we ever had,” laments Brian
“Yes dear that was good,” as she walks into the bathroom and closes the door. She stopped and lend back on the door. As she opens her eyes, she looked into the mirror at her face and for the first time she notices that, she is not satisfied.
“Honey,” Brian shouts through the door, “Let me know when you are done so I can take a shower.”
“Yes baby,” exclaims Waynell as she wipes the tears from her eyes. She starts the shower and steps into it. As she begins to shower, all she could think about was the night before. All she could think about was these very large hands caressing her breasts. There were so many people in the room all over the place. These hands were rubbing and massaging her breasts as she suddenly felt a strong but gentle tongue begin to suck on her areoles. As she was reminiscing about this in the shower, her hands begin to wander all over her now quivering body. She was excited with the thoughts of this unknown man sucking her nipples. As she continued to reminisce, she remembered that the man soon begin to kiss and lick her body going down until he reached her pussy. He began to kiss her and lick her until he found her clit. Once he found her clit, he began to caress and lick her until she could not take it anymore. The next thing she knew she was beginning to climax, standing in the showers she began to moan,
“Oh Yes, Yes!”
Suddenly, there was knocking at the door, It was Brian,
“Honey, are you alright?”
“Yes, dear” in a crackling voice, she exclaimed as she tried to keep her sexy curvy legs from shaking from the real orgasm that she gave herself. She finished her shower and then got dressed. As she was doing her hair, she stared again in the mirror, this time with a sigh of relief. She told herself. “I don’t know how to make it stop.” “Nevertheless, I want more.”
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Reviewed by Hanifah Mcclain
4/17/2011
Very intriguing read, the storyline kept me wanting to know what is next. the sensual scenes were hot and explored the some paths that many people in my circle have never explored.
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