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 This is a snippet of a release coming from Saucy Tafua  Long beautiful legs wrapped around his bald head while beautiful, manicured nails pinched the nipples of her own breasts. He is feasting on her as if it is his last meal.  Their bodies, glistening in perspiration, lay nestled on plush emerald, green pillows.  She grabs his head holding him close to her entrance moaning loudly.  She's about to cum.  I cross my legs once, then twice.  I sit there. Watching. I wonder why I am getting so aroused. Waiting.  Waiting to wake up from what I know must be a horrible dream.  But it's not. I'm at this club my best friend, Kionne, invited me to which turns out to be a club of peace, tranquility, great food, and obviously from my view, sex.  I'm glad she's not in the room with me or she would snap.  They can't see me watching them. I'm sitting on the other side of a two-way mirror. Watching these two enjoy each other. This man I'm watching ...

Just a taste of what is to come in the next book:  Trying to read my paper, I watch her part her lips and allow some of the juice to trickle down the corners of her mouth. She’s engrossed in her cell phone. Elasia lowers her glass slowly and I see the top of her big breast peak through her robe. My breathing increases. She looks up and narrows her eyelids at me. Caught. Elasia never says a word as she licks her lips. She stands slowly and walks away from me letting her robe fall to the floor exposing her large behind and big thighs to me. My dick jumps pressing against my pants. “Ohhhh man...” Breathless, I consider what’s happening or what’s about to happen. Elasia pauses at the entrance of the dining room. We both hear the staff in the kitchen, but neither moves expeditiously. My member is getting harder by the minute. The thought of being caught by the staff is…exciting. She continues her sashay out of the dining room towards my office. I slowly get up from the table and w...

Since I started writing, I've decided to exercise. I need a toned body for any time of the year not just summer.  My thighs are appetizing for many as I walk; tight skirts, jeans, joggers....its invigorating to know someone is watching me.  BUT THIS HAS ONLY BEEN FOR ONE WEEK....since I started writing erotica.  (not me) I have discovered myself and I'm not ashamed of my big-ness in my thickness; it's what caused me to be aware.  The writing......the stories....the couples...the hot sex..period..... Wow....is it that invigorating?  I want my thighs to the elude the power between them and surrounding them.  (not me either) Sign up for the newsletter....... I have more stories to tell and may include my thighs.