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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONEMy lover's hand caressed my inner thigh, sending shivers up my spine. Parting my legs, I raised my hips, giving him a full view of my throbbing sex. His eyes burned, and he slid two fingers inside, moaning against my moist, tight heat. A rush of pleasure flooded my core and my hips rolled in response. His fingers worked through the sensitive folds of my hot flesh, gliding in and out. I moaned softly, arrested by passion. The pad of his thumb massaged my clit, increasing the intensity, driving me to the edge. 'God.' Removing his fingers, he parted my flesh, dipping his head. My hips jerked at the first lash of his thick, long tongue. It lapped my cunt, licking ferociously, summoning my climax. He sucked on my clit, his thick lips like a vacuum. As my orgasm landed, I fucked his face shamelessly, moaning with wild abandon.As the orgasmic feeling subsided, my lover raised his head. 'Hallelujah!' He exclaimed.'Huh ''God be praised!' He shook my shoulder violently.I jerked awake, my eyes coming into focus. I'd fallen asleep in church, and my colleague shook my shoulder to wake me. Rubbing my eyes, I turned my attention to the preacher on the pulpit. My husband, Bruce Sterling paced back and forth, his Bible in his hand and his normally soft voice boomed from his six-foot, two-hundred-pound frame which overwhelmed the pulpit. His face and shirt dripped with sweat, and I realized since lately, my husband only perspired when he preached God's word.As the associate pastor of our non-denominational church, Bruce commits to 'feeding the flock'-his words-five days a week and twice on Sundays. I wished he was as committed to giving me pleasure. We make love on average twice per month, three times if I'm lucky, and his performance has become mediocre, at best. I've become the sole initiator of sex in our relationship. Bruce rejected my advances more times than I can count. My sexual frustration led to masturbation; I even have an eight-inch battery operated boyfriend in the bottom of my underwear drawer that has become a constant source of release. Lately, my fantasies expanded to include a steamy hunk who fucked me with a primal hunger, leaving me blissfully sated. \*\*\*That night, as I lay awake listening to my husband snore beside me I wondered, what am I doing wrong Bruce keeps telling me I'm perfect; so, what is his problem My best friend, Kemona constantly encourages me to get his attention, but when I ask for ideas, she cunningly smiles and shakes her head. Lately though, I've been thinking a lot about making something happen. Anything. I can't live like this anymore.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - This is the sequel to 'Sweet Unholy Revenge: A cheating wife's demise.'EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE: THE WOMAN GAZED OUT THE WINDOW as her flight taxied down the runway. In a few minutes her feet would touch the soil of the country that she never thought she would see again, and she was terrified. She was taking a risk that could change her life as she knew it.For better or worse.She alighted from her flight and entered the chute that would take her into the airport terminal, a feeling of trepidation almost stifling her with each step.She breathed deeply and quickly, her nervousness alerting a nearby security guard. He looked at her purposefully and headed towards her with a determined expression.She held her breath.She was caught.To her luck, he walked right past her and his voice carried as he addressed someone behind her;'Sir, I need to have a look in your luggage.'She exhaled a relieved breath.She needed to calm down, or she was going to be exposed. She could not allow that to happen. All her efforts would be shot to hell. Her revenge would be delayed.She squared her shoulders and lifted her head, strutting through the airport terminal with what she hoped was an air of confidence, her expression determined. Her head was back in the game. She'd come too far to let fear destroy all that she'd worked for.As she strolled towards the exit she was oblivious to the admiring stares that followed her as her one-track mind focused on the mission at hand: to reclaim what was rightfully hers.She had failed the last time. This time, however, things were going to be different.…

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