This is my second erotica story. It's meant for mature audiences, ie 18+. I know minors are going to read it anyway, but I feel better just putting it out there.
The cover was made by ShazzaWazza. She's freaking amazing and I love her to bits. Talk to her guys. Seriously, she's fucking awesome! (Okay, no don't all go bother her at once.)
Anyway, this story is going to be a rollercoaster of emotions with some hot sex, so strap up, strap on, and strap down because this is going to be one very bumpy ride.
It's going to be private, so you gotta fan to read. Vote, comment, let me know what's running through ya heads.
Jai Amor. The perfect lolipopmix ;)
She was called many things: a femme fatale, a seductress, goddess, charmer, sex symbol, temptress. But her very favorite was the Enchantress. It made her feel empowered in a way. Using her skills of seduction for gain was something taboo, something scary to many women. But she embraced and relished every second of it.
The way that she moved, they said, was like voodoo. And it was worth every penny spent. The way she curved, the way she smiled, the way she oozed sex, but gave none made her all the more mysterious. Every man wanted a piece of her, but none could touch. Every woman wanted to know her secret but dared not ask.
When she was performing, she went by the name Champagne. Because she was, according to herself, just as sweet, bubbly, and expensive.
She was a private person, not mingling amongst the people of her new city. She danced, she collected her money, she went home and curled up with a book.
Lonliness wasn't what she would say her life of solitude entailed. She liked it better alone. There was no way she could get hurt that way. She had no expectations of anyone, and no one any of her. And she liked it just like that.