|About the Book|
PREVIOUSLY OFFERED AT $4.99. NOW ON SALE!This is a combination of two of my sexy stories, Remembering Victor (book 15) and Victor’s Return (book 16).BE WARNED! This story of my intense sexual training contains:SpankingsLesbian sexOral sexBDSMSexyMorePREVIOUSLY OFFERED AT $4.99. NOW ON SALE!This is a combination of two of my sexy stories, Remembering Victor (book 15) and Victor’s Return (book 16).BE WARNED! This story of my intense sexual training contains:SpankingsLesbian sexOral sexBDSMSexy romanceAnal sexBondages“50 Shades” style role-playThis 10,000 word book IS PART of an 18 story set, which covers my choosing to live a very intense 24/7 BDSM lifestyle, and the man who I eventually came to love.----------------------------------------------AN EXCERPT FROM THE STORY:Daddy.... My voice trailed off, gathered in a staccato of quick sighs and gasps. Daddy, thank you. Thank you for giving me your cock. Thank... Thank you for teaching me how to be a good girl.He bit into my neck, his moans bestial. One hand pinched my left nipple while he continued fucking me. Then, his fingers found my hair, and he held his face inches from mine.This is what you are for, little toy.I gasped. The smell of our sex hung thick in the air. Yes, Daddy.Do you know what that means? His other hand found my nub and began slow, maddening circles. It was hard to think, hard to breathe.What... it means? My voice was breathy.His fingers spun faster. You aren’t a prop for other peoples fucking, Tasia. His voice was a low rumble. It was something I could feel in my chest, like distant thunder. Not even mine. Your loving brings freedom, brings openness and pleasure and grace. His fingers spun faster. I take you- use you, so you submit. So that you yield long enough to see the truths that your body holds.A lazy smile was spreading across my face. Yes. This was what I was for.You arent just a plaything, Tasia. His fucking began again, and he kept pressure on my flowering bud. You are inspiration, a muse. Your body brings grace- your gasps of pleasure are like sweet, tiny prayers.His words were fucking me as certainly as his cock was. How can I describe that? I cant. Here, my abilities as a writer fail.Some women, however, some lucky women, will know exactly what I mean. A man can fuck you with little more than a glance, with a smile. He can fuck you with the way he dances, as well as with his cock.He can fuck you with poetry, with words of truth. He can fuck you simply by telling you who you are.