LAST CHANCE: 1

By Sanina

I woke up to the sun rising. I eased off of her and covered her back up. I knew she had to be at work this afternoon so I decided to make her breakfast, for once. She had taken such good care of me this weekend that it was my turn to repay her. Once I finished cooking, I made her a plate and set up everything on the coffee table in the living room. I slid under the blanket and back on top of her. I decided to go for the gusto. Trailing my fingertips over her lips, I replaced them with my lips. I kissed her slowly, nibbling on her bottom lip. She began to stir a bit. I slid my hand down her chest and under her shirt enjoying the feel of her toned stomach under my fingers. I began to massage and knead her body which caused her to part her lips enough for me to suck in her bottom lip and gently nibble on it. She groaned as she wrapped her arms around me, deepening the kiss. Her hands pulled me deeper into her. I could feel the heat beginning between my legs. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I moaned as I dug my nails into her shoulder. She trailed kisses down my jawline and onto my neck biting down gently as I sucked air in through my teeth. She gripped my ass pulling me up higher on her body. Letting go of my ass, she lifted my shirt and began sucking my nipple. I cried out her name as I felt my panties getting wet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sanina
• Release date: Sep 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781502285683

Sanina

Sanina was born in St Louis, MO, and raised by her mother and grandmother. As a young girl, just a young girl, she realized that words were her favorite reality. Reading captured her attention, but she soon realized that she could affect people in the same way that she was affected by the novels she read.She began writing poetry and performing in the contests offered at her school. Sanina’s favorite genre to read is historical romance; however, her writing was more erotic in nature. She found her niche in Lesbian Erotica. She discovered that her writing was more effective when she wrote about her innermost fantasies. Sanina would get lost in her world of fantasies as they made their way to paper. She loved the feeling of knowing that she could stimulate the senses of a reader so intensely that they couldn’t help but respond physically to her written word.Deviant Sexual Desires was Sanina’s first published, written work. It has been followed by Last Chance, Sapphic Love, and Boundless Seduction.Sanina spends the majority of her free time writing. Sanina lives and works in her hometown of St. Louis. She is an active resident of her community.

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LAST CHANCE (1)

It was exactly one month before my wedding and my nerves were definitely shot.  My mother always told me if I had to second guess a decision on something, to go with my first mind.  On the other hand, my fiancé’s mother had just said it was wedding jitters and every bride went through it. 

We had been together for four years and finally, five months ago, she proposed.  We were at a nice restaurant with candlelight and a violinist playing by our table.  Once dessert came, she dropped down on one knee and asked me to be her wife.  I just stared at the ring once she slid it on my finger.  I never even remembered saying yes, but there was the sound of clapping around us and cheers to a beautiful future.  I think I had been in a trance ever since and now the wedding day was quickly approaching. 

I sat at the table at my fiancé’s mother’s house finishing up the final tasks that she would actually let me assist with.  Everyone was so happy for us.  We appeared to have so much going for us.  I was a successful business owner while my partner had just made junior partner at her law firm.  We had it made.  We had a nice home, luxury cars, and enough money invested to last us the rest of our lives, but yet, it just didn’t seem like enough. 

I excused myself and went to the bathroom.  I stood looking in the mirror reassuring myself it was just nerves.  The face that looked back at me looked so down and forlorn.  At thirty three, I looked great for my age.  My auburn hair hung past my shoulders in waves.  My complexion was a beautiful honey tone that was a perfect background to my almond shaped, chestnut brown eyes. My figure was flawless due to my intense five day a week workout regimen and clean style of eating.  Everyone claimed I was so blessed and I should be thankful for what I had.  Unfortunately, I did not feel the same way. 

I walked back into the living room and told my future mother-in-law that I was tired and was ready to wrap it up.  She stood up and gave me the once over, claiming I did look a bit tired.  She shooed me out of the front door admonishing me to get plenty of rest.  The drive home was only fifteen minutes away.  I would have the house to myself and plenty of time to relax and think before Davina returned home from work.  I turned the corner onto our street and was shocked to see Davina’s car parked in the driveway. Something didn’t sit right in my soul.  It was Friday.  This was usually her long day and it was only twenty minutes after one in the afternoon. 

Instead of pulling into the driveway, I pulled in front of the house and parked.  Walking through the gangway, I slipped into the house through the back sliding glass door.  I slipped off my shoes and quietly padded up the back steps, thankful that these steps were carpeted.  The front foyer was hardwood and so were the front steps.  I couldn’t risk her hearing me, especially if what