Settled in Sand

By Candice Christian

Bridget is a lesbian with little or no self-confidence. She became a fitness instructor to help her overcome that flaw. But try as she will she has issues with her relationships, people tend to bully her and she escapes reality by way of self-gratification

She has learned to compensate for her problem, for a long time. She knows it’s a serious issue that she will need to resolve some day. But what can she do. The answer comes when Eleni runs into Bridget, literally while talking on her cell phone. Bridget tries to explain where the fault lies, but Eleni is hearing nothing of it.

Eleni, instead, proceeds to humiliate Bridget in the middle of a busy intersection and implies that Bridget likes it, and that Eleni will provide all the humiliation she needs. With the help of her husband. Speechless, Bridget watches the strange woman drive away not before telling Bridget, she and her husband are billionaires and will fix the car.

Eleni has plans of making poor Bridget her pet, for both her and her husband to toy with. What they fail to realize is that Bridget has had an epiphany and her plan is to get revenge on Eleni and put her in her place. And she knows the perfect place.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Dec 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463831205

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Settled in Sand

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Candice Christian

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Acknowledgments: Eros the Goddess of Love

Part One

You can call me Bridget. What you should know about me, I am a professional woman, a physical fitness instructor, who trains not only new athletes, but instructors, and teach fitness to corporate groups.

I am a 37 year old red head, auburn really, all natural, 38D-35-40, spread over five feet seven of curved and fit. I dress conservatively, and to conceal because since I developed early and was shy, I have never found my body to be a source of pride, so much as embarrassment. Part of the reason for my lack of self-confidence. And why I am a fitness trainer.

I was that good girl your mother always wanted, and my sexual horizons are my first boyfriend in college, and my husband.

I think that the worst thing about me is that I cling too much to people. That is how I lost my first girlfriend. She said that although she was infatuated with me, I was too needy. That I was too high maintenance. Well that may have been but I think I could have been forgiven since I was just 16 and she was 18. I think we would still be together if we met today.

But I still seem to go through women like water which brings me to this evening. I was surfing the web like I do on occasion when I am without companionship and came upon a site dedicated to sexual stories. Now being that I do not usually get into that kind of thing I was going to pass it up, but something in my head told me What the hell, look around So I did.

There were many categories so I chose one at random and picked a story called Belle. It was a fairly long and complex one but I could not get enough of it. I kept looking around my empty apartment guiltily thinking that I was going to get caught reading this. The more I read, the more turned on I got.

I poured myself a glass of red wine and got comfortable on my couch. As I read I found myself slowly stroking my body as I read of this woman's exploits. It reminded myself of the times I used to masturbate in college when my roommate, Emery, used to bring her man-of-the-week over. She always thought I was asleep but I