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Hi, my name is Cammie Cummins, my friends call me C.C. Late atnight when everyone's gone off to bed and the house gets quiet, I brew a cup of hot tea and indulge in my favorite past time; writing erotica.As I sit and tap out my stories, my greatest hope is that what I writeturns you on as much as it does me.
Happy reading.
Cammie
XOXO
Here is a short sample from the book:
I guess that was why I didn’t struggle when she cupped my jaw with her hand again and pulled me it for another kiss. I let her tongue invade my mouth, forceful and passionate. I swallowed hard, reached up and entwined my fingers into the thick wavy locks of her dark hair and kissed her back.
We kissed like that for a while. Her fingers lightly stroked my bare arm. She leaned down on me and I squirmed under her, accepting her weight and what she was doing to me. What we were about to do together.
Feeling myself getting hotter I squeezed my legs together, scissoring them as I wriggled under Jackie’s weight. I rubbed my hand over her back, over the silk like fabric of her nightie. When she grabbed and squeezed my breast I didn’t flinch, it suddenly feeling so natural.
Jackie broke off our kiss and removed her hand from my breast. I wore only a tank top tee and shorts. Curious I watched, glancing down my own body as she laid her hand on my crotch. I gasped. She ran her fingers down between my legs and I squirmed.
A soft, “oh, my,” escaped from my pursed lips.
While she slid her fingers over my sex, pressing jeans and panties hard into my growing wetness Jackie brought her mouth back down over mine. I hungrily kissed her back now. Any inhibition I’d had initially was gone. Right or wrong, none of that mattered anymore. Only that it felt good, that I needed it and I didn’t want it to stop.
Then she took her hand from my crotch.
Disappointment filled me. I pulled my mouth away from hers so I could breathe, and speak. “Don’t stop,” I said.
“Patience.” She tugged my tee shirt down to expose my bra-covered breasts. She rubbed a hand roughly over one tit, barely large enough to be called a fistful, but she squeezed it and licked the swell of flesh that oozed out of the top of my bra leaving a searing trail of hot saliva across my skin.
I grabbed the throw pillow behind my head and moaned as her hand went back down to my crotch, fingers pressing and rubbing. I was panting. I brought her face back down to mine. I kissed her hard, our tongues wagging and licking.
I needed a break or I’d be coming in my shorts right there. Jackie must have sensed it as well because she pulled back, even as she lowered me into more of a prone position on the couch. Only my head and shoulders were propped up by the mass of red and green throw pillows behind me now.
“Oh my God, look at you.” Her hands caressed my legs, rubbing down my inner thighs then over my flat belly—of which I was particularly proud after carrying three children to term and delivering them naturally. “Still so beautiful.”
She leaned down and kissed my stomach, just above my navel. Her hair caressed my skin as she licked and kissed and gave me tiny, teasing love bites.
I watched her over the swell of my breasts. Jackie’s gaze met mine. She smiled and pushed my tee shirt up until it bunched around my throat. She cupped my bra-encased breasts. “Where on earth did you get these great, little boobs? They’re perfect.”
I giggled.
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