Krista lives out her fantasies through the vixen-like characters she writes about. They're sexy, brazen and experienced in and out of the bedroom. When a young hunk of an electrician shows up at her house and offers her a delicious deal that will spark all her creative juices, Krista decides to throw caution out the window. After all she's not getting any younger and the idea of finally becoming a sultry, sexually self-confident woman is a fantasy come true.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Electrify Me by Renee Field
Krista Jolly knew she was drooling. Her mouth hung open, her heartbeat sped up and sweet Jesus her panties were wet. Heck, if she looked at the hottie any longer there would be a puddle of desire pooling between her legs. Krista looked down self-consciously at her legs in the knee-length skirt she was wearing. Legs that most definitely need a good shave. Ugh!
She tried hard to look away. It was no use. I deserve this. Just like I deserved all that double chocolate fudge ice cream last night. Yup, there's nothing wrong with ogling. Her eyes scanned the man getting out of Ed's Cheap Prices, High Quality Electrical Services van. It wasn't Ed.
She knew that because Ed was a sixty-plus man who spent more time in her bathroom than anywhere near an electrical socket when he was at her place. But he had been her electrician for the past two years and more than that, she could afford him.
Krista held open the kitchen door. "Hi." Pleeeeasee don't let him have blue eyes.
"Hi. I'm Ed's nephew, Vance. Ed's not feeling well. He asked me to cover for him. Hope you don't mind."
Mind. Mind. Hell no! Krista said a thank you to the Big Momma in the heavens as her eyes tallied every delicious inch of Vavavoooommmm. Looking at least six-foot five, he had dark wavy hair and baby-blue eyes...so not fair...long lean legs and by the look of his tight t-shirt a muscular chest. And his voice. A deep baritone gravelly timbre that made her knees weak with longing. Soo not what she needed in her life at the moment when she hadn't had sex in over six long months.
It wasn't like she tried not to meet men. She loved men. It was simply the fact that when she did meet a man of interest she usually ended up tongue tied and became a clumsy bumbling person. Not at all like the sophisticated women she wrote about.
"No, I don't mind at all. Come in and don't mind the mess." Krista opened the door more for Vavavoooommmm to enter her domain.
Vance stepped into her kitchen. "Not a problem. So, what exactly is the job?"
The job is you have to fuck me so hard I won't ever want to walk again. That thought screamed in her head while her pussy muscles clenched eagerly as the man's large frame filled her kitchen. Too bad he isn't filling me.
Then his scent, Old Spice, sailed to all those erogenous zones on her traitorous body and her nipples puckered tight against her white cotton shirt...sensitive, yearning for his spicy aroma to be slathered all over her body.