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About the author:
I am Lana. I am 30, dirty and really fun. (I am actually 27, but 30/dirty sounds better and I often feel old) I am a writer for many publications, everything from travel to fashion, but what I enjoy writing the most is erotica. That’s because I have a lot of experience. Yes, I love sex, of course. I am not looking to meet you, simply entertain you (although, you never know.) I write about everything and anything, it’s a great way to get away from all the other writing about everyday things.
What inspired you to write your book?
This is dedicated to Jack, who gave me the final push I needed to get my act into gear and start publishing my work. Also to Lady K who wet my appetite.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I really wanted to go out, but I felt like I had stepped out of my world so completely, that I was glad for the offer. He was nice and cute and I was feeling a little high. We walked around the canals and watched the lights sparkling on the water. Nigel took me to a coffee shop where he bought more hash and made joints. Then we walked over to the red light district. We had sort of become friends in that traveler-on-the-road way and I told him all about my life in North Carolina and me being a dancer. Looking at all the porn and sex toys in the windows was making me horny. In some way I was witnessing from the outside what the clients at the bar had seen in me. My panties were damp inside, I knew that there would be a creamy white strip where my pussy met the fabric. We held hands walking back to the hostel.
We went up to the room where my bed was. There were 6 beds in the room, and it looked like people soundly sleeping occupied two of them. We started to kiss and touch each other all over. I was horny, high, jet lagged and feeling absolutely free for the first time in my life. But I wasn’t sure I was ready to fuck a complete stranger. I pulled my jeans and soaking panties down in one motion.
“Lick my pussy Nigel, please” It was an impulse, and I acted on it. “But you can’t fuck me.”
I worried briefly that someone might stir, but it was deathly quiet as he set his lips upon my already engorged pussy lips. This was only the second time I had let anyone do this to me, and he knew what he was doing. At least I thought so in my limited experience. His tongue darted in and out of me, while he gently sucked my lips and clit into his mouth. Without thinking I grabbed his head and pushed my hips forward into his face. I am sure that I was dripping cream all over him. I began to cum, my whole body jerking in spasms, literally fucking his face. I looked around to see if I had woken anyone, but no one stirred.