Watch what happens when a
recently divorced and sexually repressed thirty-something woman transforms from
vapid novice to bombshell maven in The
Beginning. Going bravely where she’s never gone before, Candy Kavana is
about to take the first steps towards her new life in Book 1 of Anita Cox’s
intensely passionate and entertaining series, Dirty White Candy.
Traded in for a younger, newer model by the only
man she’s ever made love to, thirty-something Candy Kavana finds herself
craving human interaction of the carnal nature. Shy and sexually repressed,
Candy turns to her best friend, Stacy, for advice. And what advice it is!
Candy nervously dives into sex therapy and what
she discovers is more than mind-blowing sex. She discovers a side of herself
she never dreamed existed. Now that she’s whet her whistle, she can’t get
enough. Just how far is Candy willing to take her sexual exploration?
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Excerpt
I put a blanket and spare
pillow on the couch for Olivia.
“Thank you for everything,”
I said.
“Sit down. I’m not ready
for bed yet.” She plopped down on the couch.
I really wanted to go to
bed, but out of obligation I sat next to her, turning a bit to face her.
“So you’ve never done
anything, really?”
“Nope. I gave my husband
blow jobs, but that was it. It was missionary position, other than that. I
really can’t believe I spilled my guts to you tonight.” It was true. After we’d
reached our limit of drinks, I told Olivia everything. “This is so
inappropriate. You’re my assistant.”
“Not tonight. Tonight we’re
off the clock and I came to your apartment willingly. We’re just two
girlfriends who confided over drinks.” She ran her hand along my thigh.
My body instantly reacted.
I looked at her hand, then at her.
“So you don’t know whether
or not you like women, other than the fact you wanted to touch the girl who was
on the table at your friend’s house?” She reached up, running her index and
middle fingers over my suit, where my nipples stood erect underneath.
“She looked nice. Soft like
silk.” My breath hitched. Should I allow this?
“So, I’m here. I like
women, and I find you incredibly sexy. Do you want to try with me? If not, I’ll
stop touching you and lay down here on the couch and go to sleep.”
“But I don’t know what I’m
doing,” I admitted.
“That’s okay. I can talk
you through it. But only if you want. You have to say it though. You have to
tell me you want to have sex with me.”
I couldn’t utter the words.
Her fingers circled around
my knee before they slowly traveled up my skirt. I held my breath until she
reached the area that only I had touched for so long. I let out a gasp as her
educated fingers swirled around my clit, teasing and taunting with delicate
pressure.
“Say it,” she whispered in
my ear. “Ask me to fuck you.”
“Please,” I gasped.
“Please, what?” she asked,
breathing heavily into my ear.
“Please make me come.” I
admitted what I wanted on a gasp.
She removed her hand from
my skirt and demanded I lead her to the bedroom.
I did as she asked.
She stopped me just inside
the bedroom door, then reached down, grabbing the sides of her shirt and
pulling it up over her head.
I barely had time to
breathe before she unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts.
“Touch them,” she said.
“You wanted to touch breasts before. Touch them in any way you want. I’m not
sensitive.”
I reached both hands out
and cupped her breasts. They were soft, but firm, nipples standing erect at my
touch.
“Can I lick them?” I asked.
Her smile was sweet, warm
even. “You can do anything you want.”
I leaned down, licking the
nipple at first, then damn near French kissing them, sucking easily as I
retreated. I could have done it for hours, but I was eager to discover what
else there was.
She reached behind me,
unzipping my skirt and sliding it, along with my panties, to the floor.
Immediately, I became shy. She removed her pants, and we stood there admiring
each other’s naked bodies.
“Lay on the bed,” she said.
I complied, and she
followed, lying next to me.
Her fingers wandered along
my thigh to the area around my ribcage. I yearned for more, but was I ready for
a sexual encounter with a woman, let alone a woman who was my subordinate?
There were laws protecting her. There were none protecting me.
“Now, we have two options
here. Either I can please you, then walk you through pleasing me, or, I can
teach you first, then blow your mind. It’s up to you.”
“I have no idea what to do, or how
to start,” I admitted. I would have hesitated if it weren’t for the fact she
was the first one to touch me in ages.
Author bio
Anita
has been writing general fiction, under her given name, for nearly a decade. In
2012 she strapped on a new name for a new genre and dove head first into
writing erotica.
Anita
Cox's erotic debut series Dirty White Candy was picked up by Liquid Silver
Books in 2013, but this wasn't her beginning. Under her given name she has
written crime fiction (some with paranormal elements,) paranormal romance and
suspense novels.
In
2014, she became a Director for the Erotic Author's Guild. Her altruistic
nature found its purpose, assisting other erotic authors with issues specific
to the genre.
With a busy home life, Anita manages to
ferret out enough time for each hat she must wear, though secretly, she wants
to shut the world out and just write.
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