Alicia's first e-book , Fulfillment and Other Erotic Stories, is now available at Fictionwise. This sexy collection includes stories of sweet couplings, lesbian love, and female domination. Share them with your lover, or indulge by yourself.
It's just $3.99,
Here are some excerpts:
Fulfillment--Melissa learns what it takes to fulfill her needs
"By the time they go on their first dinner date, she is so expectant, she soaks her white cotton panties while Miguel’s fingertips absentmindedly graze the underside of her forearm. She feels slippery down there, oozing nectar like an overripe fruit. Over the salmon taco, she squirms in her chair."
On Siesta Key-- A married couple rediscover passion
We were in St. Pete on business, before the kids arrived. After dinner, we had drinks and watched the sunset behind the Don. The dress was held together with a row of buttons up the front. Through the buttons, I strained to catch glimpses of the matching bra and panties underneath. I plied her with wine at dinner, a Chianti, that turned her face the color of salmon. Afterwards, on the car ride home, she hiked up her dress, spread her thighs and slipped a finger under her panties. I groaned when she offered me a taste and nearly lost control when she turned in the seat, lowered her mouth to my cock and began to suck and stroke.
Heat--Alica and Lynn find a way to cool off
By the time I get dinner together, I’m all sweaty again and could use another shower. I opt instead for a pre-dinner glass of the white while I’m waiting on Lynn. I sit on the shaded porch, turn on a fan, and simmer in the anticipation. I get into this fantasy, about this time Lynn and I were driving and she was kissing my neck and ears and reaching inside her pants to give me tastes. When we got home, we barely got in the door before we were fucking. I wedged a thigh between her legs and starting humping her thigh at the same time she was humping mine. We both came hard in our jeans.
I lift my sundress and part my pussy lips. I’m dripping wet and can see my clit swollen and pink. It wouldn’t take much to bring me off now. The heat, the shower, the cooking, the wine. The fucking heat.
In Chicago--Grant and Alicia Make it Happen in the Windy City
By the time we reach the backseat of the cab and head back to my hotel, Grant and I are beyond pretension. At a stoplight under the L, I slip a hand inside his fly. As I suspected, he’s wearing panties. What is it about these powerful, confident men that makes them want to be treated like the little woman? Oh, Grant, years ago in that hotel room here in Chicago, I fucked you like a street whore and you’ve never gotten it out of your system.