Hard Candy

By Ashleigh Lake

This is an explicit hardcore reverie detailing an intense sweaty encounter between Babydoll and a dominant male that’s managed to hold her complete sexual attention. No dirty detail is spared as the little blonde nymphette shows up on his doorstep with pink lollipop in hand, just as he's returned from the gym and is impatiently waiting for her to arrive. She’s all long bare legs in her ultra-short miniskirt with cherry lips in a petulant pout, teasing him that she wants it hard. And she’s willing to beg for it.

Written as a stylistic and pornographic exploration of rough sex and the hard and soft facets of power exchanges, Hard Candy channels the heat of your darkest fantasies and leaves you breathless.

Hard Candy was the winner of a coveted Editor’s Pick award.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lush Stories
• Release date: Jun 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301094622

Ashleigh Lake

Ashleigh Lake is an up-and-coming author of erotic fiction. While her passion for writing began as a child, and also includes dramatic fiction and non-fiction pieces, her interest in erotica and bringing the voice of the modern twenty-something woman to the genre inspired her to continue her pursuits of writing highly explicit tales of scandal, intrigue and sexual mis-adventures. Her stories are tales of inner urges and dirty desires played out by real, relatable female characters that are willing to risk it all to get what they want. 'Good girls gone bad' and irresistible alpha bad boys are trademarks of many of her stories, which often include multiple twists and turns along the way. Some of her short stories have received Editor's Pick acknowledgements and received awards in international erotica writing competitions. You can find out more about Ashleigh at www.ashleighlake.com

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Hard Candy

By Ashleigh Lake

Copyright © 2013 Ashleigh Lake

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Hard Candy

Pink bubblegum rolls on my tongue as I walk along the black asphalt that’s still steaming from the warm August rain. I can feel it wet along the edges of my toes as they push forward in my white stiletto sandals, the leather damp and just beginning to stretch. The moisture is everywhere and the humidity is high. It’s under my skin. The back of my neck is hot under the weight of my long blonde hair that’s quickly losing its glossy perfection and becoming tousled and wavy. It’s that just-fucked calling card that makes people take a second glance at me as I turn the corner onto your street. But I haven’t been fucked. Not just yet.

Still, maybe they’re noticing the flush in my cheeks, the vague smear of anticipation and lusty rush of arousal in my eyes. Maybe it’s the way I’m walking, taking the opportunity to press my thighs together as I slow my pace so that I can feel the deep throb right down in my core. I’m even enjoying the way the white boyshort panties ride tightly against the curve of my slit. They’re cut high over the apple bottom swell of my ass and I feel the warm night breeze under the short hem of my skirt. The snug crotch of the panties is nestled firmly in between my swollen pussy lips, rubbing back and forth against my clit as I walk, teasing me and keeping me constantly aware of my own sexuality.

Inspired, I reach into my tiny purse, finding my cell phone before ducking in between two buildings. The alleyway is dark and wet and altogether unsavory but I don’t care. I lean against the dirty wall and push the phone under my skirt, pulling the soaked fabric of