The Provocative Poet

By Candice Christian

The story begins with Heather's secret crush on her friend Chelsea. Both high school seniors, Chelsea is astute enough to pick up on her friend’s lust for her. She exploits that crush with a wet time by the pool.

Heather outgrows her crush on Chelsea and excels at her scholastic endeavors, to the extent of earning her master's degree in business and becoming the owner her own Real Estate business. It's there she is able to hire playthings, that catch her eye, and who give in to her lesbian advances. Candi is one such plaything, and she gives Heather all she wants and more.
Soon tiring of the reckless, abandonment of her life style, Heather buys a vacation business in a sleepy village along the New England coast. The pace is slow enough she can focus on her real passion, beside sex, her love of poetry. But her focus gets blurred when Nikki appears, wanting to rent a cabin for the summer from Heather.
For the first time in her life Heather discovers an aspect of lesbian sex she had always seemed to miss, love and romance, in the person of Nikki. The beautiful summer passes quickly and Nikki must return to her previous job.

Heather goes into a deep depression over the loss of her true love, it forces her into return hook up with buxom Candi and some rock’em, sock’em, rough sexual action. But that doesn't solve her depression and now she waits. Waiting months at a time for some sort of communication from Nikki, will she ever see Nikki again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Feb 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463875919

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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The Provocative Poet

Candice Christian

Copyright 2019 Candice Christian

Published by Candice Christian at Smashwords

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Acknowledgments

Neemat Idera ( Neematdiary ) and Vincent Onyeche.

Two of the the best modern poets of the 21st Century

And the use of one of their poems for this story!

Part One

I hold your image in my mind, your ass, the curve of your breasts and your perfect skin; the thoughts making me wet.

The thoughts of your last touch are still etched in my mind.

I let my hands wander, over my blouse, as I lay alone in my bed wishing I was with you. I find my breasts and circle my fingers on top of the material, until I feel my nipples stand hard pressing against my touch.

Slowly I slide off my blouse in one solid movement. I don't need clothes for what I have in mind. The thing I need to do, to satisfy my want.

My fingers find my nipples once more, twisting them, pinching them making them hard. Squeezing them until their ache is matched by one between my legs

My hands move down further. Move down to the nakedness below my waist. To the source of my heat, the place I long for your touch.

My fingers slide over myself, teasing my body and not giving in to what I desire, just yet. I slide my hands down to my thighs drawing my fingernails along the soft inner flesh. It makes me hold my breath as my pleasure mixes with a touch of pain, thinking it is you. Thinking it is you hurting me and Making me want you more.

I reach the place I was after and let my hand rest over my mound. My smooth shaven skin touched with the beginnings of dampness, anyone could see how much I want you. A single finger slides along the outside of my slit; soon it is covered in wetness, ready to take my need a step further. I slip it between my lips.

Taking a breath as I feel how hot and wet I have really become. I let this single finger slide up my pussy, gently over my opening in one movement, barely touching my skin until I reach my clit.

My clit is throbbing and hot, screaming for me to touch it. Slowly I let my finger reach what I want, as slowly at first I start to stroke at my clit. I feel the pressure mounting; driving me toward the edge, but I am not ready for that yet. I let my other hand find my second point of desire; covering it in my wetness I let my fingers tease the hole.

I want to make this last as I hold onto the image of you.

I picture your tongue sliding over me, tasting how much I want you. Knowing that in the presence of you I am helpless. I push a finger inside of me and then follow it with another sliding them in deep and hard. I fuck myself with my fingers. Pushing in and out, curling them around inside of me all the time thinking it is you.

I want to take more; I need my pleasure to mix with pain. I need it to mirror the ecstasy and pain you cause me. I push in a third finger and try for another; all the while the fingers on my clit match the movements inside of me. My movements get faster, harder and more urgent.

I arch my back as I let your