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About the author:
Chastity Lowman believes that everyone is born with an inner sensuality and sexuality but very few people have the courage to act upon them. She hopes her stories both entertain and inspire.
What inspired you to write your book?
I like reading short stories about sensuality and sexuality and thought a tantalizing tidbit of a story would be perfect for today’s busy woman.
Here is a short sample from the book:
It could do funny things to a girl, especially if that girl happened to be in heat. And Mia definitely was, ever since that jerk-off of a boyfriend had broken up with her six months into their co-habited bliss—all because she preferred taking a leak and shaving her legs without an audience. As far as Mia was concerned, a girl was entitled to some privacy, regardless of how sexually uninhibited she happened to be in or out of bed. Not that lover-boy had had any complaints in that department. Sex with Craig had always been crazy and unpredictable and left him wanting more of her, especially since Mia had shared his eagerness to experiment with what got them both off. When she had surprised him with the tickets for this trip, Mia had hoped that a whole week with the two of them on a tropical paradise full of hedonistic possibilities would wrinkle out the problems with their troubled relationship.
Unfortunately, their relationship hadn’t survived long enough for them to make it to the island. In the end, Craig had accused her of having trust issues and Mia had countered by sending him packing. Despite her feelings of betrayal, Mia considered herself to be a sensible girl. Just because her relationship with Craig had now been relegated to a regrettable postscript to her otherwise busy life, there had been no point in wasting a perfectly good ticket and missing out on a rock-hard cock-in-waiting to ease the trauma that her diligent doses of self-administered finger fucking couldn’t cure.
Mia threw an arm over her eyes to block out the glare from the tropical sun, letting her left leg slide lazily off the lounge chair into the lapping surf underneath. Her pussy was spread wide open and the heat from the late afternoon sun seemed to radiate with the intensity of a laser beam directly onto her clit. She stretched her nude body, actually aching every time a well-hung hottie with tight abs and a smouldering look walked by her lounge chair. Mia wasn’t sure why she was holding back. A fast fuck with a John Doe had been her wet fantasy even before her breakup with Craig so maybe her reluctance to dive in, so to speak, meant she was still hung up on that louse.
As her left hand impatiently made its way to her pussy, her fingers purposefully parted the lips to find the nub of her very hot clit. A shiver raced up her spine. Another hour in the hot sun with just her fingers for pleasure and she’d certainly be ripe to fast-fuck the first John Doe to bat his baby blues in her direction.
“The sun can be pretty harsh if you don’t protect yourself.”
“Sorry?” Mia uncovered her eyes and stared at the beautiful Polynesian woman standing over her, a beach bag in hand. Her slender hips were wrapped in a colorful sarong but the rest of her tanned body was otherwise bare. It took Mia a full minute to recognize the woman in her current state of undress but then it finally dawned on her. She had been on hand to greet them when their bus had first arrived at the resort.