Tasting Cherry: Confessions of a Sex Fiend

By Rayven Godchild

*Confessions Episode 1* 

~ ~ ~ Meet Chancellor Baltimore. He was well on his way to a life of geek-norm until he discovered a new addiction that changed the course of his life. As you read this installment of Confessions of a Sex Fiend, you can decide if this change was for better or for worse. ~ ~ ~ 

This episode is all about firsts: 
First base 
First kiss 
First time 

Experience the drama of “firsts” from Chancellor’s point of view as he delivers a very cherry first of his own. 

Let’s enjoy this tale of a sex fiend as Chancellor breaks the rule that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. 

Shhhhh! Don’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rayven Godchild
• Release date: Dec 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519966919

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Confessions of a Sex Fiend: Tasting Cherry

Rayven Godchild

Published by Rayven Godchild

Copyright 2014 Rayven Godchild

Cover design by Melody Simmons of eBookindiecovers

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Table of Contents

Chapter One ~ Becoming a Sex Fiend

Chapter Two ~ Kitchen Delight

Chapter Three ~ Taking

Chapter Four ~ Squirt Master

Rum and Coke Time

About Rayven Godchild

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Becoming a Sex Fiend

I...

I have a confession to make.

My mother...

She (sigh)...

She made life so normal, it crossed the line into too predictable. Seriously, you could set your watch by her routines. She loved to hug and give kisses on the cheek, but no, my mom had nothing to do with me becoming who I am.

Before you go getting the wrong idea, I have to make it one-hundred-percent-bona-fide-there-is-no-doubt that I love what I do. Not a lot of people get paid out the ass to do what brings them joy. And yes, the taste of a wet pussy on my tongue is something I love!

Dear old dad had nothing to do with it either. He was all about his guns. Our man-to-man sex talk lasted all of ten, maybe fifteen awkward seconds after my first wet dream when I was twelve.

Chancellor, he said, scratching a week’s worth of stubble on his chin, a man’s pistol shouldn’t be jerked out and the safety released unless he’s ready to use it.

Yeah. Real inspiring.

He made up for it by handing me my first Playboy magazine demanding I keep my ‘gun’ to myself until I was married, and making a deal with me to supply more nudey-zines as long as I kept my ‘lefty’ and ‘righty’ business from mom. I gulped and nodded, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose, agreeing to keep it all, especially the part about the magazines, hidden from