Hooked on Lust

By Candice Christian

Liz/Eliqua, a mature drug dealer and gang banger captivates a young white girl, who wanders into her place of business. The neighborhood crack house.

The young white millennial is drawn to this bad girl and allows herself to be degraded and used and subjected to all kinds of perversions. The young girl, is torn between her fear of the danger all around her, in this seedy neighborhood, and the sexual attraction to Liz (or Eliqua her street name), the rough gang banger.

The sexual attraction wins the battle and the cruel Eliqua takes the white girl back to her crib. Arriving at Liz's/ Eliqua's place, the young millennial is served up one surprise after another. In the end her life seems to change directions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Nov 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463631027

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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Hooked on Lust

Candice Christian

Copyright 2019 Candice Christian

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Acknowledgments

Galina 'Red' Reznikov

Chapter One

I'm not lesbian, I repeated, this time a little more insistently. It seemed a ridiculous statement to make given the scene I found myself in. But I believed it with all my heart. Eliqua eyed me intently from above. The room was dark, but I could make out that she was nodding her head from side to side. I then heard her tsk her tongue in disgust and say: When a woman kneels in front of another woman waiting to lick her pussy, that woman is lesbian. Nothing more to it than that.

I was that woman and it was her cunt I was waiting to lick.

Look, I don't even get wet. That proves I'm not excited about doing this, I said.

I got onto my feet and started to unclasp my pants to show her, when Eliqua squawked in a voice so loud that it made me almost piss myself: Damn! I don't want to see yo shit! That'd make me lesbian as you are. Get back down there, snowflake! Half the sistas come through my place go dry when they smoke. If they didn't, I'd be forest green, moving my ho's on 'em, she laughed.

Eliqua's 'place' was a crack house, although I learned long ago never to call Crack, crack. That may be an acceptable term in popular culture, but to use it around here marked you as an outsider.

Not that I needed any help. I'm a 20 year old white girl, that grew up in a white middle-class suburb, I stuck out