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Hi, my name is Cammie Cummins, my friends call me C.C. Late at night 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 write turns you on as much as it does me.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Jen finger-combed her hair a little. It was stiff with hair product. Thought about applying more lip gloss, but she decided against it. She looked good. She washed her hands and hit the dryer on button with her elbow. Warm air whooshed noisily from the nozzle. She lightly rubbed her wet hands together. Her thoughts turned to Katie. Young, pretty, in town all alone…and a lesbian.
The restroom door suddenly opened and Katie came in.
“Hey, you—” Jen started in greeting.
Katie grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She pushed her against the tile wall and pressed her body against Jen’s. She gave her a big, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue hungrily lashed around inside Jen’s mouth. Wide-eyed with surprise, Jen pushed Katie’s shoulders, trying to disengage her, but the younger woman didn’t budge.
Holding her against the wall with her body, she rubbed a hand down over Jen’s breast and gave it a squeeze. Jen gasped. Then she ran her hand down between Jen’s legs, cupping her sex through her slacks and squeezed. Jen gasped again.
Jen pushed Katie back, breathless. “Katie, I—”
Katie cut her off with another kiss. This one deeper, wetting, more passionate.
Warmth spread through Jen, a yearning, awakening a desire inside her, one left unfulfilled during the last sexless years of her marriage. She snaked her hand under Katie’s long brown hair. With her hand on the young woman’s neck, she felt the warmth of her skin as she cupped the nape of Katie’s neck. Their tongues wagged like a game of tag inside Jen’s mouth. Katie nimbly and with unbridled urgency, unbuttoned Jen’s jeans and tugged her zipper down. She slid her hand under Jen’s panties. Jen backed up, raised on her toes and pushed her shoulder blades against the flat tile wall. She parted her legs, inviting Katie in. Katie’s fingers snaked through her curly bush and slipped through the folds of her pussy.
Jen broke their kiss with a surprised gasp.
What the hell was she doing? “Katie, I…”
“Shush.” She cupped Jen’s chin with her free hand so her long fingers caressed her freckled cheek. She rimmed Jen’s lips with her wet tongue as her finger slipped further down, along Jen’s wet pussy lips.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Katie whispered seductively. Breathless, before Jen could answer, Katie added, “You’re so wet. I think you like it. Do you?”
Jen closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cool tile wall. “I…”
Just then, the restroom door opened again, shocking them both.
A short woman with gray hair and wearing a purple track suit stood holding the door open. Her overly applied lipstick-covered mouth hung open. “Oh, my lord!”
Katie jumped back and pulled away from Jen. She brushed at her hair, pulling it from where it had fallen across her face. She swallowed hard and actually looked embarrassed. “I, um, I’m sorry.” Katie bowed her head and rushed past the woman still holding the door open. As she past, she muttered, “Excuse me.”