Big Date

By K.C. Cave

A sexy woman on a solo outing to a friend's condo on the bucolic Eastern Shore of Maryland is all set for her big date with herself--a bottle of Chardonnay with a screw-top cap, a Clooney flick on her tablet and her favorite strap-on vibrator snug between her legs. Just as the party gets underway, there's a knock at the door. It's a tall, dark stranger--well, not really, they had met a couple summer before--with a simple request. But things get complicated when her clumsy cat steps on the vibrator's remote control. This 4,000-word erotic short story features female masturbation, explicit M/F sex, and more orgasms then either of them can count. Also included is a bonus 2,000 word erotic short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.C. Cave
• Release date: Jan 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311137777

K.C. Cave

K.C. Cave writes about sex and love . . . but mostly sex. Go to http://www.kccaveerotica.com to learn more and get free stuff.

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Big Date

K.C. Cave

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Big Date

Amy faced the mirror, hands on hips. Her short brown hair, falling just below the ears, flattered her round face. The amethyst earrings from that new shop in Georgetown. Check. The cream-colored cashmere sweater, just low-cut enough to show her shape, enhanced by the push-up bra. Check. The skinny, braided-leather belt she picked up in Florence. Ditto on the gold bracelets on her wrists. Check and check.

For scent, tonight called for no-holds-barred seduction. Opium by Yves Saint Laurent. Double check.

Okay, so far so good. She turned her head from side and couldn't suppress a surge of approval. Not bad. Sure, I'm pushing forty, she thought to herself. And forty's the new thirty, right?

Thirty-three was about right.

Now for the rest.

She was nude from the waist down. Spread before her on the dresser were the key accoutrements for the evening's seduction.

Amy picked up her new vibrator—black, this time, with gold straps—and turned it over in her hands. In the shape of a butterfly and