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About the author:
Writing erotic fantasy short stories began just over one year ago for Vicki C. Smith. After much consideration, her first book, a novella entitled “Mannequin” was written over the summer of 2013. Born and raised in Canada, Vicki is an avid reader, cyclist, dancer and enjoys martial arts, rock concerts and travel. When she is not writing, Vicki is either working in the field of business management or spending time with friends and family
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I stood facing Joselyn now, as she gently and carefully unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my bra, which was diligently removed with her skillful fingers. Reaching behind me while against me, I felt her fingers grace my back, moving up to my shoulders and neck as the bra fell. They travelled up my neck and up through my hair, tugging firmly enough to tilt my head for her to position her full lips on mine. Grazing them at first, she slid her tongue through my lips, parting them. I extended my tongue to meet hers, only to have teeth hold it in place for a brief moment. With my hair pulled a bit more taut, she began licking my face, trailing down my chin and neck to my breasts. Circling one nipple, then sliding to the next, gently nibbling on them with her teeth, while her fingers remained fixed in my hair.
Closing my eyes, I moaned, pushing against her body as she rose to my lips again. Her hands slid forcefully into my pants, undoing them quickly, shoving them down to my ankles with her feet, along with my underpants, so that she could continually kiss, lick and tongue-fuck my mouth as she did this. Joselyn was strong and feminine at the same time. I stepped on the crumpled pants around my ankles, removing one foot after the other. Naked, I stood before her now, and then she pushed me onto the bed. I bounced slightly, my body meeting hers as she slammed onto me, ripping off her top and skirt. She had no panties underneath. This turned me on immensely.
One, then two fingers were shoved into my vagina. She fixed her eyes on me now, crawling on top of me, watching for my reaction. I gasped, shivering all over. Her smooth, fit body pressed down against me, as she penetrated me with her digits, thumbing my clitoris and labia, rubbing her breasts and tummy against mine. We could have showered first, but it didn’t matter now. She wanted me as is, manually working me towards orgasm. My face, neck and chest were generously coated with her juicy tongue, stroking me like a human ice cream cone. I was melting into her. As my body shook more, quaking in response, she pulled me closer, watching my facial expression as I released my cream all over her fingers and hands. Covering Joselyn’s hands up to her wrists, I could smell the sweetness of my cum.
“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, prying my mouth open with her thumb and shoving two fingers into my mouth. “Why don’t you taste for yourself? Mmmmm what a nice scent. I could finger fuck you again and again, making you so creamy and wet…” As she trailed off, her body lifted above me as she pushed me onto my stomach, grabbing my shoulders and slipping me over.
“That’s a good slut,” she announced. I liked that. I wanted to be degraded, humiliated. It was like being fisted, fucked in the ass, only with a psychological twist. I moaned in reply, relishing her dominance over me. She grabbed my hair, pulling up my head upright.
“I didn’t hear you, slut, what did you say?” she demanded, emphasizing with a sharp tug.
“Yes…..mistress,” I answered.”