Prolific author Lucy Felthouse graduated from Derby University in 2006 and wrote her final dissertation on erotic literature. She is a well known name in the world of erotic literature. She introduces herself as a freelance author of contemporary fiction, stories and fantasy; with numerous books and anthologies in print.
India frowned. Where the hell had that come from? If she was going to get with Cordy she would want privacy and his actual dick, not some internet vibrator wank. She shook her head. Why the hell would she ever want to get with Cordy? Why would she ever want to run her fingers through his soft dark hair, or run her hands over his chest and down over his rock hard stomach. Why would she ever want to get him naked, throw him on the bed and fuck his brains out?
India clapped her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes tight trying to make the filthy ../images disappear. “You’re a Virtue, you’re a Virtue,” she whispered to herself over and over trying to block out the thoughts of naked Cordy. God his hands were so big and strong. There was nothing she would like more than to have them coax her body to orgasm.
Her mobile rang and she jumped a foot in the air looking at it guiltily. Her eyes widened — it was like he could read her mind. She answered it.
“Hey Indy, you like my new video, babe?” Cordy’s silk smooth voice filled her ears. “I was thinking about you while I made it.”
India’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t even know where to start with him.
“Wonders will never cease, I’ve finally silenced India,” he whispered seductively. “So baby, I’ll be at Boujis tonight. Why don’t you come along as my plus one?”
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