Wanting What She Wants

By Candice Christian

A recent college graduate, Lacey has moved to a new city and is finding it difficult to hook up the female of similar interests. Lacey has been lesbian since her early teens, and she has an obsession about being ravished by bigger domineering women and submitting to their every whim. That is what she wants. Then she will be happy.

A year without any type of sexual outlet save for her hand she is miraculously saved from her long dry spell when a home office transfer by the name of Jessie moves to her office. Jessie is all Lacey desires in a woman, in a lover. Tall, athletic, and slightly older. But does she possess everything Lacey is looking for. Their first time together it is obvious that Jessie is quite dominant, and quite gay.

Unfortunately, Jessie has lots of surprises for her young admirer and the older blonde woman exposes her to all forms of rough sex, domination, and humiliation. And as side benefit, Jessie has a group of like-minded friends she can’t wait to introduce Lacey to. Exhausting sex has been Lacey’s desire for a long time. But she never counted on Jessie be the sexual juggernaut that she and her friends are. Is it possible to have too much of a good thing, is something Lacey is forced to decide?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: May 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005502379

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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Wanting What She Wants

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgements

Zaneta

Chapter One

I had lived in Lexington for nearly a year and made a few friends my own age at work and at the house where I had a room, but I never seemed to find what I wanted, what I had dreamed of for so long at school and at university: an older woman like Miss Conrad, my Phys Ed instructor, or Judith Paul, my cherished lecturer at UC.

Just the thoughts of either of those luscious women got my juices flowing and I knew sleep would elude me until I did something about the throbbing between my legs.

With my left hand, I started to slowly trace a line from my right nipple to my pubes, remembering how I masturbated the time before. The usual tingling between my legs upon arousal was quickly being replaced by a three alarm fire!

I can't help it; I just love sex! My nipples visibly hardened as my finger crossed my belly, inching ever so slowly toward the promised land. I felt my legs spread a little and I didn't even think about it. My right hand found my left breast just as its counterpart slid from my curly pubes into the slick wetness between my swollen lips.

My back started to arch as the blaze between my legs grew hotter, fueled by my index and middle fingers dipping inside me. I squeezed my breast as my fingers slipped ever further inside my silky slick hole. My thumb brushed my clit and that was the last straw!

My right hand brought my left nipple to my mouth and I began sucking like a starving infant. Meanwhile, my left hand is doing its Jenna Jamison imitation and fucking my pussy stupid, while my thumb is trying to indent my clit.

I completely lost control. Never actually had it. Somewhere in the midst of this very wonderful self-fuck, my right nipple is put into the jaws of a Hoover. I only came out of the fog long enough to remember I wasn't alone to start with and she must be awake now. Good.

I pulled my fingers out of the lake between my legs and stuffed them into my mouth as I rolled over and stuck my cute little butt into the air, straddling Miss Conrad. Her hands were immediately to my breasts as we locked in a tongue battle to rival the very best. The fingers of both of my hands were all over my pussy.

Rub inside, rub my clit, rub my lips, rub my pubes, spread `em, squeeze `em, Deep! Deep!! Deep!!!...

I woke up with a start from a sound sleep. ..4 a.m. alone. I looked around my bedroom, got up, looked over the rail of the loft. My cat was sleeping in her spot next to the fireplace, no reason for me to worry. My nipples hardened