Scandalous Tales: vol. 1 (in English)
Synopsis "Scandalous Tales: vol. 1 (in English)"
Plunge into these Caribbean-flavored collections of scandalous erotic tales all brimming with wild, sizzling hot sex, profound lies, deception, betrayal, and a bit of wicked humor that will seduce you and leave you craving for more. Featured Stories: *Scandalous Bitch, Highway to Heaven, Ain't No Fun, Rent-A-Dread, *Top Performers and Rent-A-Dread and *Leon Longtongue *New Stories EXCERPTS SCANDALOUS BITCH "How come a bitch like her gets the good dudes, and good girls like us get the fucked up ones?" Nakia asked the age-old question. "Because opposite attracts. The only way for us to get us a good man is to turn into a bitch like her. Men are suckers for women like her." "Turn into an evil bitch like her," Nakia repeated, smiling and nodding her head. "What?" Ursula asked, taking note of the wicked grin plastered on Nakia's face. "Oh nothing," Nakia lied. "Nothing at all." HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN Sheryl dropped her seat back and kicked off her heels. She had this salacious glow that had me hard as steel. She swiveled until she was sideways in the seat facing me, giving me a better angle to work from. Our eyes locked, and then she tore off her top. Remember, I'm driving on the highway... AIN'T NO FUN... "Okay, damnit! I'm not saying I wouldn't let Mikey hit it again, but I don't care if you get you a lil taste. In fact, I highly recommend that you get him to take you to his place, blindfold and tie you up to his bed, so you can experience that Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde loving," Angela suggested, and laughed. "I sure as hell could use some of that," Cecile said, resting her cell phone in her lap. "Remember what we use to say in college..." "...Ain't no fun if your girl can't get none," they both sang together, then started laughing. RENT-A-DREAD Drinks were flowing, guests were frolicking, and skin was showing. Lots of skin. Bikinis were extra skimpy here. We were loud and boisterous, but so was everyone else on this stretch of beach. "'ello, ladies, care to buy a few souvenirs?" a young, well- built islander with long dreads asked as he stopped in front of us. "What are you selling?" Jenna asked mischievously. "Wha'ever unna wan, mi can give unna fa da right price. I might even give unna a discount on account a unna look so sweet," he said, eyeing each one of us. We couldn't really understand every word, but I'm sure we all understood what he was offering. And from the print in his tight, cutoff jeans, he had plenty for sale. I couldn't help myself. Maybe it was the alcohol mixed with all this sun, but I was feeling heathenish. I took a sip of my drink, then asked, "So what are you...like a Rent--A-Dread or something?"
