From the Views to the Thrills

By Candice Christian

Kaitlyn discovered at an early age a unique method of self-gratification. She became so skilled in her technique that it became her go to outlet for sexual release. Then came other girls.

Kaitlyn first learns the thrill of lesbian contact from her mother's best friend. A relationship that lasts one entire college summer break. To Kaitlyn's dismay she returns to her technique of choice. Then she meets up with Suzy in college. Their friendship endures through the remainder of school and into the business sector when they take jobs at the same institution.

They are never lovers, until, while on an out of town work assignment, they spy an old college professor heading into an all lesbian club. The adventure that unfolds at the club changes both girls lives for quite sometime.

Kaitlyn and Suzy make an attempt at a long term relationship but luck doesn't go their way and they soon drift apart. Kaitlyn loses track of Suzy and embarks on a perilous journey into the darkest and strangest part of the lesbian lifestyle. The journey leaves Kaitlyn a broken and sobbing mess.

She conquers her bout of depression and stops for a coffee on her way to work. The coffee stop turns into the most important stop she has make in her young life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Dec 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463110843

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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From the Views to the Thrills

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

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgement

Anastasia Steele & Rushmore Judd

Chapter One

Water Sports

I've always had a fascination with water. Those fun little jets that shoot water into pools (and later hot tubs) water faucets from tubs, anything that could shoot water onto me.

First, let me explain. It's not so much that I don't like touching myself, it's just that it feels so *clinical* when I do. I probably could not hand-masturbate myself into orgasm even if I tried.

But I stray off from my point. I first found those marvelous water jets when I was a small tyke sitting on the pool steps. I noticed that if you lifted just a little bit up, the water caught you _there_ and it felt *really* good.

After that, many a day you might have caught me in the pool (early morning so no one would see me) with my legs propped up on the pool side and my rear hanging into the water, letting that water jet work me into a writhing frenzy. I remember one day, someone actually caught me doing this. And he asked me what I was doing. I told him the first thing that popped into my mind

I'm teaching myself how to hold my breath underwater longer. Wanna watch?

And I showed him how I could put my head underwater and hold it there. All while that wonderful water is rushing and brushing against me. I laughed quite a bit after he left. But, unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to do it much after that.

That's when I discovered bathtub faucets. These weren't as strong as the water jets from pools, but they were wider (longer?) and allowed for more coverage. (This is where the self-bondage comes in for those of you who are bored by now)

I would sit under the faucet and pretend that I was part of an X-rated harem, and my master wanted me clean when he touched me. So I'd have to sit under the faucet until I couldn't stand it anymore and, if I didn't stay under there long enough, (which for some reason, long enough always seemed to be a couple minutes longer than what I had done.

My mistress (the queen of the harem) would chide me for not being able to last