Taking Nikos

By Kamila Vann

Caroline kicks it up a notch when her lover Nikos stops by for a post-surf sex session. The anticipation alone promises plenty of steamy sex, but Caroline seeks to possess this worldly sophisticate any way she can. Will her normally alpha lover submit to a little kinky play to entertain his lover?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kamila Vann
• Release date: Jul 26, 2017

Kamila Vann

Kamila Vann is a proper professional by day, but a naughty kinkster by night. She's finally submitted to her true nature by writing down all those fantasies that kept her up so late at night. Finding plenty of inspiration in real life, she gives full rein to her imagination. Live out your fantasies in her stories or discover some new ones. Ranging from sultry and steamy vanilla to erotic adventuring with various flavors of kink thrown in, her stories will have you opening doors in your mind, soul and heart you didn't know existed. She makes some other kinky novels blush. Don't be afraid! There are no limits to what she writes about or how far she will take you on your journey. If you love bold, feminist women who know what they want and how to get it, you can find them here. Dominant heroes? Check. Sexually adventurous men and women? Yes. The intrigue of power exchanges? Check. Utter glorious submission and stern loving dominance? Scandalous kink and taboo relationships, that too. Naughty fantasy-driven scenes and sexy role play? Yes, yes, yes. Follow her ig@kamilavann. And feel free to kik her @kvannille. Read her stories and let her know what you think. Or maybe you'd like to share a fantasy or two...

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Taking Nikos

I don't dare utter it, do I; I don't dare name it. Nor does he. When all the fire inside you is met, when everything you bring is taken wholly, unquestionably. When the exchange is wordless, driven by something inside you over which you have no control.

Did I laugh that it was merely Pavlov?

Were it so simple, he had said.

Here we are.

Summer has finally come to the northwest. Months with so much rain we could no longer imagine the possibility; and now, it is a glorious truth. Mornings break yellow. The hills rise soft to the west in rose and coral, and always Mt. Hood grounds us, anchors us to this place.

The commute, though, is a sticky mess; marled by traffic and collective agitation. By the time I pull in the driveway, the sweltering heat of the mid-afternoon has finally passed, leaving a dusky mauve light in its wake. The wash of dark quiet enters me like a dream as I open the front door: still and remote as a snapshot.

I kick my heels off in near giddiness, wiggling my toes against the cool wood floor. I open all the windows in the house and pull