Sable: A Taste Of Exotic Fruit

By Kelly Addams

“I think I'm bisexual.” Erin spoke with hesitancy and pressed against the denim.
“Think?” Rosie laughed, “You have a hand on my pussy... and you think your bi?”
Erin had led a sheltered life until she met lesbians Debbie and Su-Lin, the couple who became her best friends. But it was the hands of exotic ebony masseur Rosie that really opened her eyes to what else the world had to offer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: Jul 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311545138

Kelly Addams

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Sable

A Taste Of Exotic Fruit

Kelly Addams

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Layout Copyright © 2020 by PMO Publishing. Published 2020 by PMO Publishing. Originally published 2016. E-book design by PMO Publishing. Cover art by PMO Publishing. Contact: [e-mail] / [e-mail]

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Authors note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter 1

The taxi swerved around a pothole and Erin grasped her seatbelt and closed her eyes while her best friends Debbie and Su-Lin chattered unconcerned in the back seat completely oblivious to the nightmare playing in Erin's mind. From the front she had an unobstructed view of what lay ahead. The frantic and seemingly suicidal motorcyclists, the road that appeared to be more crater than tar, women and children risking life and limb as they dodged between speeding trucks and buses with woven baskets of fruit and snacks balanced on their heads. It was her first time in Africa... her first time to stray further than the short hop from her British Midlands home to the Spanish Costas. Now she was outside of Europe, outside of her comfort zone, and decidedly nervous. The driver didn't make her feel any safer either as a mixture of booze and body odour wafted across her. She hoped they didn't have to go much further but resisted the urge to ask the question, she seriously didn't want to risk distracting him, he was erratic enough without her drawing his limited attention.

Giggles broke out as her friends spotted the white sands and azure of the Indian Ocean, the scruffy buildings had ended, now Erin dragged her eyes from the road and gazed out of the side window. This is what they had travelled for, pristine beaches and palm trees, warm and crystal clear water all under a tropical sun.

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It had taken Debbie weeks to convince her narrow minded and unadventurous friend to spread her wings, phrases like For God's sake Erin, you're twenty two, not ninety two, or You should be partying like tomorrow will never come, or Let your hair down babes... just for once! were used repeatedly until the shy and introvert girl finally agreed, albeit reluctantly. Now she stared at paradise and a smile slowly formed on her lips, it was beginning to feel good. There