Licked!

By K.C. Cave

Michael is transported to a 1950s sitcom after he arrives home from a hard day at work. Junie, his live-in girlfriend and an epic tease, has gone all June Cleaver on him--candlelight, soft music and the dining room table set with cloth napkins and the good silverware. Junie's erotic patter, aided by her frilly apron (and nothing else) gets Michael in a froth. Things really start happening after the main course, when Junie brings out dessert. What follows is epic dining room table debauchery that will especially delight chocolate lovers (or those who just appreciate really sloppy, but fun, sex). This 2,800-word erotic short story features explicit M/F sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, anal play and food desecration. Don't say you weren't warned. A bonus 1,800 word erotic short story is also included.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.C. Cave
• Release date: Jan 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311639752

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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Licked!

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Text copyright 2014 K.C. Cave

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Licked!

As I reached for my house key, I remembered that Junie hadn't gone to work that morning. Something about comp time, use it or lose it.

Don't forget to vacuum the drapes, I kidded her on the way out. Not that we had any drapes. And I expect dinner on the table at six. What a laugh. As two stressed-out professionals, the big dinner decision was who picked up the carryout.

Count yourself lucky if I'm still here, Michael, Junie, my live-in feminist girlfriend, shot back. She was kidding. But a reminder not to take her for granted.