The Eye of the Beholder

By Candice Christian

Whitney, a lesbian flight attendant thinks she has the best life possible, flying around the country hooking up with beautiful girls in most of the major cities. Because of her career she is locked into one night stands, and relationships never get a chance to develop. Something she finds to her liking.

But a close friend of hers asks her to help with a photo shoot at the last minute. Something she really up to since she just returned from several days on the west coast. But the offer is worth a lot of money and she couldn’t refuse. When the car arrives to pick her up she thinks about her gig tonight, photographing scantily clad babes for a couple of hours. The $1,000 bucks seemed like she was getting a great deal. Little knowing the gig would change her perception of herself, and others.

Shocked is all that could describe Whitney’s reaction when she finds out that the beauty pageant was actually a female body building contest and to her horror all the contestants looked like guys to her. She was convinced this was going to be the longest night in memory. That is until the lights came down low a smoke machines spewed out thick smoke across the stage. Deep blue lights illuminated the stage as a Morgan sauntered out, dressed in a thin sheer white material; she was fully nude. Her entire body burnished in a fine layer of baby oil; Whitney was gob smacked. Her life was about to change.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: May 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215982884

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 Eye of the Beholder

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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

Chapter Seven

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgement

Sherry Atton

Chapter One

The sun was just beginning to rise and I woke trying to get my bearings, yeah, Holiday Inn Detroit. I had picked up the most striking red head probably just over 21 in the hotel bar when I got in last night. She was now curled up like a kitten under the covers next to me.. I looked at the alarm on the night stand 5:45 a.m. I had an 8:00 a.m. flight. There was just enough time I thought.

I rolled atop her as she stirred beneath the covers, our breasts melding together as I claimed her lips. A moan escaped hers as the redhead 's long tongue invaded my mouth and declared that territory hers. As she wakened her hands found my backside and massaged my ass cheeks, their fingertips digging into my flesh. They pressed firmly, and when they moved on, they left quickly fading traces of their presence behind. I felt them sink between my cheeks, pausing briefly to delightfully torment my rosebud, before two of her digits found the opening to my sex and sank inside. She was fully awake now.

I've been thinking about eating your sweet peach ever since I saw you in the bar downstairs, the redhead announced, growling as she flipped me onto my stomach on the mattress and crawled to her knees behind me. She grabbed my hips and pulled, drawing me up onto my knees. Head down, ass up, she ordered, and spread those knees apart! I love a take charge girl.

I shivered in anticipation, gooseflesh tickling my spine as I felt the redhead 's tongue slide through my wetness. It paused briefly to lap at the quivering vestibule of my cunt before continuing on to the pink crinkle of my rosebud. She lavished it with attention, dancing a featherlight pirouette against its surface before reversing course.

That time when she reached my cunt, she made no pretense at a dainty and systematic approach; she attacked my sex like a ravenous wolf bent on consuming its prey. She buried her face between my legs, her lips clamping down on my dripping opening as she stuffed her long tongue inside. Her cheeks thrashed back and forth in an animalistic attack that caused my fingers to form talons in the bedsheet as I cried out. I could already feel my release rocketing skyward. I instinctively knew the explosion's beautiful and colorful display would light up my entire world when it finally happened.

I came with a gush of fluid as the redhead devoured me. Her mouth drove me forward and piled me up until much of my weight rested against my right cheek. My sexy, red-haired girlfriend's tongue never stopped its magic as she drank me dry. Her hands cupped my inner thighs as she lifted me until my knees left the bed. Her head continued to thrash side to side in an effort to consume as much of my essence as possible. All the while, I sang her praises, calling out my pleasure the top of my