I Love Lesbians

By K.B. Stevens

This trio of naughty tales includes: Celebrity Escort Sex, My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex, and Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis. These widely diverse erotic stories all have one thing in common...lots of licking, sucking, scissoring, tribbing, strap-ons, sex toys, and fingering by lascivious Lesbians!

Celebrity Escort Sex: Brittany gets ready to take the stage on her first night as a stripper in The Sin Room when a well known Hollywood celebrity request the, "services" of her, and her childhood friend Ginger back at his hotel room. What happens next is the kind of dirty kinky group sex that not even tabloids can write about!

My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex: Brittany finds herself in the unholy hands of dirty old Pastor Shaaft who insist that she, "atones" for all of her depraved sins during a private confession in his rectory apartment.

Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis: While crossing the Bermuda Triangle delivery boat captain Marcus Miller stumbles into grave danger in the form of a hidden utopia with an erotic secret. A secret that the inhabitants will protect at any cost.

Over 26,000 words of hot Lesbian lust! Mature audiences only, graphic descriptions of Lesbian sex.

Let the licking begin!

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: Dec 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311194176

K.B. Stevens

I studied Video/Film at The University of Maryland Baltimore County. Have travelled all over the world to strange places like: Iceland, Turkey, Africa, Bahamas, Mexico, Denmark, Belgium, Japan, France, America, etc. I love anything that involves the outdoors including: scuba diving, water skiing, hiking, biking, kayaking, ice-skating, snow skiing, shooting, sailing, etc. I love movies and reading, and believe that reading/writing screenplays combines the best of both mediums. Lately I have been branching out into other genres of writing like: non-fiction and erotica. I really enjoy putting a story together and hope you will enjoy reading some (all) of my books.

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I Love Lesbians

by

K.B. Stevens

Copyright © 2013 K.B. Stevens

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This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only, and may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is a work of erotic fiction for mature adult audiences only. It is unsuitable for readers 17 and under, and may be offensive to readers of all ages. All characters are over the age of 18 and fictitious; any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Celebrity Escort Sex

My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex

Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis

Excerpt from, The Sin Room (Complete Erotic Novel)

Other Works by This Author

Celebrity Escort Sex

Some famous people have reputations that aren't deserved; take old, Blue Reffner for example. Everyone thinks because he has crazy sex parties at his Layboy mansion, with tons of beautiful bunnies scampering about half dressed while he pops Viagra like Tic-Tacs, that he must be getting a lot of action. I can tell you that's just not reality; you can put all the fuel you want in a old, worn out rocket, but some things just won't, launch on a regular basis. Then you have actors like Harley Keen who more than live up to their kinky image. Let me tell you how I came to be, acquainted with Harley at a Denver strip club called, The Sin Room.

*****

I was so happy that Ned helped me save Nana's house from foreclosure; it was like a tremendous weight had been lifted, and according to my psychiatrist my anxiety level was back to, normal whatever that means. I was in such high spirits that I was able to get off the Xanax, which was a good thing considering the questionable things that took place at Ned's Pagan party. If it wasn't for all the skinny yellow bars of Xanax I did that night, I don't think I would have let Ned and his buddies help themselves to my treats, like I was a dish of Halloween candy left unsupervised at the front door.

Now with my high-school diploma in my hand I could finally do whatever I wanted to do. If only I knew what that was...or had the money to do it! The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to put some distance between me and this rinky-dink town. I needed to reinvent myself, and escape from the slutty reputation I had gained in this backwater farm town.

That's why I was so happy when my phone rang, with a call that would change my life.

"Hello?' I say into the phone.

Can I get your autograph? the female voice says.

Who is this? I question, not recognizing the voice.

It's Jenna's big sister.

Oh, hey Ginger! I nearly scream in joy.

Ginger Delaney was my ex-best friend Jenna's big sister. I always looked up to her because she was so pretty, and super popular with the boys. Plus she was nice to me whenever I was over their house, and even gave me pointers on boys and how to do my make-up and stuff.

I saw that video with you and Mr. Burke; you looked pretty hot! she says, in a way that I'm not sure if she's being serious, or sarcastic.

Oh my god I'm so embarrassed! I say.

I'm not judging you girlfriend; older men are the best, Ginger tells me. So what are you gonna do now that high-school is over? she inquires.

I have no clue, but I gotta get out off Bennett, I tell her.

Actually that's why I'm calling, she says in a way that makes me suspicious.

I thought you just wanted to razz me about what a slut I am, like your sister did, I say.

Fuck Jena, she's worse than a nun, she says with a laugh. I'm sorry your guys aren't talking anymore. she adds.

She'll get over it. I say, knowing that Jenna will never be best friends with me again now that the entire town thinks I'm a dirty tramp-whore.

I feel sorry for her boyfriend, cuz those legs will never spread! Ginger jokes.

Curiosity overwhelms me, So why were you calling me? I ask.

I want you to come work with me, she reveals.

Now I'm really confused, I thought you were with a travelling dance company.

That's just what I tell my family. Ginger says laughing. I work at a strip club.

I can't do that, Ginger! I tell her.

That's not what I heard from Ned's brother! she says. You know boys love to brag. And they bragged, and bragged about how much fun they had with you at Ned's Pagan party.

I took too much Xanax that night and things got out of control. The whole night is a little fuzzy to be honest. I state, in my defense.

Us girls have to let our hair down, live it up, and get crazy some times. Otherwise where's the fun in life? she says, quite convincingly.

Thanks for the offer, but It's not for me. I tell her.

I make five to six hundred a night, paid in cash. Ginger declares factually.

Shut the fuck up! I exclaim in disbelief.

No lie, she says.

You're kidding me!

Come see for yourself, she challenges me. What do you have to lose?

I can't drive an hour and a half roundtrip from Bennett; my car would fall apart.

Come stay with me; I've got an extra bedroom, and I'm at my boyfriend's place most of the time anyway, Ginger says. It'll be like a high school sleep over, every night of the week.

I mull it over in my head, but I'm already doing the math; five to six hundred a night; that's like $125,000 a year; more than my psychiatrist makes! Ginger was right; I didn't have anything to lose...other than my bad reputation in this redneck farm town. Bye, Bye Bennett Colorado, hello Denver!

*****

Even though Ginger is holding my hand, I feel a little nervous as we step through the front door of, The Sin Room; especially since it was my first time in a strip club ever. Oh my god it was like a friggin' party inside! It was packed with men, women, couples, and dancers drinking, laughing and having a good time.

What do you think? Ginger ask me.

"I thought it was going to be sleazy, but it's totally not! I exclaim in shock.

Are you kidding; this is the classiest place in town, she yells over the music.

She leads me through a side door, down a hall and knocks on a bright red door that says, Manager.

Enter, the deep raspy voice says through the door.

A large light-skinned black man with greenish colored eyes, sits squeezed behind a desk by his large belly in an ill fitting polyester suit, damp under the arms and at the collar from perspiration. He dabs the sweat from his face and neck with a pink hanky. His breathing is loud and somewhat labored.

This is my friend Brittany I was telling you about, Ginger says. Brittany this is JoJo.

He rises slowly from his creaky chair and takes my hand, kissing it he says, You can call me 'Fat JoJo' everybody else does.

Nice to meet you, I say.

Ginger excuses herself, I'll be back in a minute Britt, and leaves the room.

I felt more than a little apprehensive about being left in a room alone with some sweaty fat black man I just met, but he seemed harmless enough.

Britt tells me you just graduated high-school, he says.

Yeah, finally, I say taking one of the two chairs opposite his desk.

Congratulations! he says, with sincere enthusiasm. I never finished.

Not quite sure how to respond I say, Looks like you're doing alright.

"I made almost $300,000 last