The Whore's Consummation

By Jessa Eden

Sarah is a woman panting and lusting for the right man to match her sexual appetite. She craves a man who will help her surrender to all of her secret fantasies. She has a fateful encounter one evening with Michael. Their chemistry is instant and the dirty dialogue will satisfy the naughtiest needs. This hot story will draw you in and you’ll live each delicious moment with this adventurous couple.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessa Eden
• Release date: Jul 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476425238

Jessa Eden

Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling. Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more... Write me. I love to hear from readers! I'm always looking to get fresh perspective, inspiration and insight to making my stories the best I can make them. I promise I'll write back. Until then, celebrate and savor the magic of romance, good people!

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THE WHORE’S CONSUMMATION

By

Jessa Eden

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

Jessa Eden on Smashwords

The Whore’s Consummation

Copyright 2012 by Jessa Eden

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

Enjoy this delicious story told from the perspective of two people, Sarah and Michael

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

The Whore’s Consummation

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~Whore~

The English word whore has a distinctive meaning: prostitute, adulterer, one who is sexually promiscuous. In actuality, the root of the word whore comes from the word part Kā, which means desire. This root has produced such terms as care, charity and caress. It also means dear, valued, costly, and even beloved. In Christian circles, Kā has created the word agape, which is the love between God and mankind. In Sanskrit, Kā has produced the word Kama, as in the renowned lovemaking manual, Kama Sutra. In essence, the word whore has a wonderful heritage and is to be celebrated.

The whore in everyday life is the sensualist, the life giver, the pleasure encourager and grace receiver. She makes life fun and can keep a woman present in the moment. She comes in all different shapes and sizes, she manifests in a way unique to every woman. This is one such tale…

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Chapter 1

Sarah:

Craving...writhing in my belly...Desire...throbbing through my veins...Passion...pulsing through my every nerve ending, begging to be satisfied....This cataclysm stirred within my blood, threatening to spill over...building... intensifying...such pressure…Oh God...My days were consumed by carnal thoughts. It would sneak up on me, an image of a man taking me, gasping as his penis slid into my wetness, reaching for that spot, that aching, throbbing point, oh yes, right there, please, more...I wanted to be covered in man...his scent, his sweat, his seed....I ached to have his tongue deep in my mouth while his dick pumped deep inside me, filling me up, up until I just couldn’t stand it...oh God...yes...please, I prayed, please God, lead me into temptation, lead me to part my legs and give myself to a man who could satisfy these cravings.

I would find myself clenching my thighs together, unconsciously trying to quench the flames that were beginning to lick at me. I would awaken in the middle of the night, my body moist, open, hungry and demanding attention. My hand would slide down, finding my swollen twat, dripping in heat, my fingers parting and pleasuring my pussy. My hips would buck as I imagined being fucked, fucked hard until I peaked, crying out, and gaining relief from this seemingly permanent condition.

I would lick my fingers afterwards, wondering if there was a man out there who would enjoy my taste as much as I did. I would roll over, sigh and contemplate what kind of man would want to take on the likes of me. I had always been a unique woman, full of sensuality and strength, femininity and fire.

This ache to be with a man grew ruthlessly, cutting deep, aching for relief until fate bestowed upon me the most loveliest of gifts......I sat home one evening, on the couch, eating ice cream, making love to the spoon with my tongue and looking at the arms of the couch, wondering if I could ride it to some satisfaction.....oh yes...oh yes....the arm rubbing along my cunt, yeah that could work....I hypothesized, letting my imagination play it out.

I seriously considered it as I continued to lick the spoon. My hands would find my boobs, teasing them as I felt their soft lushness. I would rub myself back and forth, my pussy lips pressing against my clit, oh my, oh yes. Even though I was in my jeans, I could just angle my hips, working back and forth, building, building, working myself over and over, yes, please just a little bit more...oh yes, oh yes. My body began to respond to my fantasy. I let go a little more…I