Taste Me (6 page)

Pussy:
And that nasty word that’s been
scrawled on the walls of every public bathroom in the world. Well,
to set the record straight that scribbling was done by some
severely educationally challenged beings. Candi has reclaimed and
dignified the word for special use in her writings. Why? Because
the word pussy refers to one of the most succulent areas of a
woman’s body; that special place of giving and receiving the most
sensuous of pleasures. It is the center for a woman’s sexual
pleasures, along with a few other special areas. Consider the
following: Women have sexual genitalia. Duh. An aroused or desired
woman’s genitalia is a “pussy.” Ahhh. See and feel the exciting
difference? (A woman’s genitalia is a black and white drawing in an
anatomy book.) A woman’s pussy is her genitalia in pulsing color,
in a state of euphoria and she’s experiencing a high level of
anticipation and arousal. And when that Alpha male whispers,
“You’re a gorgeous woman and I want to make your pussy come all
night long,” you know the air is laced with anticipation. So you
see, when the word “pussy” is used in Candi’s novels it’s a good
thing. It means the woman is desirous of FUCK-ing, or is about to
FUCK, or is FUCK-ing, or has been FUCKed, and enjoyed it. We’re
talking advanced levels of excitement. And you know an aroused
pussy is wet, fevered with an aroused clit, swollen labia,
throbbing flesh to the point of aching for release. And Candi’s
women characters know how to express themselves in the most
delightful way: “Oh, yes…lick my pussy.” “Taste me.” “Tease my
clit.” “Fuck my pussy…
pleaseee!”
Now, what lover could
resist those sensuous invitations? None of Candi’s characters have
turned down that erotic invite.

Cunt:
If you thought pussy was a nasty
word then “cunt” will be the filthiest yet, except it isn’t. You
see, Candi refuses to let ignorance ruin a lovely word. As maligned
as the word “cunt” is in some contexts, Candi has rescued it for
special usage by her fictional women characters and her partners.
Remember, we said all women have sexual genitalia, which is as dull
sounding as your high school health book on human sexuality? So
Candi’s characters needed a word of convenience for very special
moments in a woman’s climatic sensuality experiences. And the
beautiful word “cunt” fits perfectly. So Candi snatched the word
“cunt” from the gutter, pampered it deliciously, and now it
glitters with heated glamour.
Explanation:
When a woman is
on the edge of climaxing, her orgasm about to explode, but needs
that intense push, motivation, or trigger for release, she needs a
word of convenience to do that for her. When a woman is in the
throes of building for an orgasm, she doesn’t have time to write a
dissertation or give an oratorical explanation regarding what’s
happening with her lovely body at that moment. After all she’s
usually panting for her next exciting breath and usually speaks
with her meaningful moans, groans, and screams of pleasure, so the
words she speaks intelligibly need to be meaningful, decipherable
and to the point. You be judge; which do you think is the most
effective?: “If you would be so kind to insert your penis into my
genitalia at a faster rate with an variable angulation in
consideration of my clitoris, I think I’ll achieve an orgasm by the
year 2099.” vs “
Please
…fuck my cunt…harder,
now
!”
Yes, you’re right; the second sentence. A woman on the edge of the
Big Orgasm will speak essential intense words that not only inflame
her emotions, but her partner as well. Pussy is a two-syllable
word; cunt is one syllable. When a woman is gasping for air and
reaching for the Big O every efficiency counts, even by choosing a
one-syllable word instead of two. See how smart women are? As you
read Candi’s erotic romances you’ll find that her women characters
use their words very selectively. After all, her characters are
smart, sexy, and knowledgeable, just as you are. They are Break-Out
Women! “Ohhh…fuck, yes!”

OMFS:
In Candi’s writings you’ll often
hear one or more of her female characters scream out, “
O
h,
m
y
f
ucking
s
tars!” When the Big O explodes
through a woman’s body, it’s been described as a phenomenon, an out
of body experience, an “out-
there
” feeling, a surge of
cosmic, creative energy thrilling every part of her. Trust Candi; a
woman’s orgasm is a creative event. You can’t explain it; you have
to experience it. And when one of Candi’s women pants, “
O
h,
m
y
f
ucking
s
tars!” you’ll know she just
experienced
it, but still can’t
explain
it.

Cock:
Candi sifted through hundreds of
slang words used for a man’s penis, and decided that cock is the
word of choice that her characters (male and female) will use in
her writings. One syllable. Efficient. Even though penis is the
grammatically “correct” word to use in referring to the male
genitalia it contains two syllables that sound like you’re hissing
at a cat.
Pee-nissssss
. Okay, so maybe Candi over-emphasized
that point a bit. (Anyway, while a penis is hissing at a cat, a
Alpha male with a cock knows what to do with a needy pussy). Turns
out that today’s women happen to be more comfortable with the
general use of cock than something weird like “purple-headed
rocket.” So, cock it is, and a Break-Out Woman knows how to enjoy
one.

god:
Candi is crystal clear on the use
of the word “god” in lower case. If it’s ever used as the first
word of a sentence or in direct address it will be capitalized.
Explanation:
Consider these examples: “Oh, god, I have a
flat tire!” “Oh, my god, the traffic light fell!” “That puppy, oh
my god, he’s so cute!” In the three examples, the use of “god” is
that universal or culture-driven impulse to grab for something
basic, elemental, and unexplainable to express a feeling that is
also unexplainable or indescribable. And the following examples are
similar: “Oh, my god, your tongue is driving me crazy.” “Oh, god,
oh my god…I’m…
coming!
” These are not praying moments.
Unexplainable or indescribable? “Oh, my god, yes!” But Candi’s
characters never intend to be irreverent toward
the
Creator.
And neither does Candi.

Break-Out Woman:
Candi coined this
expression to suit most of her women characters in her writings.
Think of a
B
reak-
O
ut
W
oman as a Renaissance
Woman; she’s experiencing a rebirth of herself. And that means
examining herself first, for a change, rather than worrying about
the outside expectations of others, including her SO, family,
friends, community, and world. It doesn’t mean that the Break-Out
Woman is on a rampage to eliminate her relationships or change the
world; it means she’s willing to discover her sensuous side and
make changes in herself to be who she is…totally. By letting others
around her know what she needs to be her total woman, relationships
might change. It happens sometimes and a Break-Out Woman isn’t
afraid of change. Break-out Women in Candi’s writings are loving
women filled with passion and they see themselves as more than
unfeeling objects to be abused by others. Their searching curiosity
often leads them into challenging situations, but they’re smart,
sexy, literate, and confident, and usually figure out how to
resolve those challenges. The Break-Out Woman wants what’s best for
those around her, and herself. She slights no one, not even
herself. Break-Out Women don’t let others or the world define them.
They define themselves on their own terms. Got it? After all, she’s
a Renaissance woman, a Break-Out Woman; she’s no longer chained and
bound by herself or others; she is passion unleashed but struts
with humble confidence. You’ll know her when you see her; the
Break-Out Woman will turn your world upside down. If you’re a
Break-Out Woman, then take a BOW; you’ve earned it! And you’ve also
learned a new vocabulary that only a Break-Out Woman would
understand and know how to use. A handful of words all dressed up,
but primed to express your naughtiest desires. So speak or scream
your pleasure!

(
Hot Couple
is my second Erotic
Escapade. Here’s Chapter 1. Enjoy!)

Hot Couple

Chapter 1

Nicole and Drew had been married ten years
and both turned 35 a month ago. Since college both had been busy
cultivating their careers in the business world. Nicole was an
advertising executive with a large firm, and Drew knocked down an
equally impressive six-figure salary as a vice-president of a
leading shipping company.

A year ago they’d purchased a new home in a
trendy neighborhood with tree-lined streets and neatly manicured
lawns with lush shrubs and flowers hugging the periphery of the
over-sized houses. Good neighbors had welcomed them into the
friendly community.

Nicole and Drew had enjoyed an active sex
life, but climbing the ladder of the business world had slowly
stolen some of their energy and enthusiasm. And turning the corner
on thirty-five carried the heavy weight of reality. That was all
too true when Nicole had to take two breaths to blow out the
thirty-five candles on her birthday cake.

But she vowed to make some changes. It was
Friday and she had taken the afternoon off from work. She emailed
Drew at work and told him she wanted the two of them to enjoy a
nice leisurely Friday night at home and not think or talk about
work. He quickly texted his approval.

They laughed at light-hearted experiences of
the past month, as they finished an early supper. By nine o’clock
that night they were soaking in their large garden tub sipping
drinks, beginning to relax and feel a natural sexual tension coming
to life between the two.

After finishing their bath and drying off
they nestled in the middle of their plush king-sized bed. Nicole
grinned, and said, “Okay, Drew, I have a little entertainment for
us tonight.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Yes, I got on the internet this afternoon
and downloaded a couple of movies for us to watch.”

He groaned. “Don’t tell me I’ve got to stay
awake through another teary romance?”

She giggled. “Don’t worry; these are fuck
movies. No romance, just raw fucking.”

He sat up, leaning back against the solid
wooden headboard of their bed. “Excuse me? Did I hear you
right?”

She grinned as she reached for the remote to
turn on their wall-mounted, flat-screen TV. “I thought that would
get your attention. I spent a little time on the internet and
finally found a trusted site that offers “high-quality”—she
motioned air quotes with her hands—adult movies. I thought a jolt
of something different might be fun for us.”

For the next hour or so they watched three
X-rated movies. Drew was very aware of some of the scenes that
aroused his wife. He heard her swallowing and moaning deep in her
throat when a white woman in the movie was cock-sucking a black
man. And when the black man slid his cock inside the white woman,
he caught out of the corner of his eye Nicole squeezing her thighs
together. Drew smiled to himself.

When they finished watching the movies,
Nicole fanned her face, and said, “Whew! Hot! What’d you think?”
She glanced at Drew; her long blonde hair trailing across her bare
shoulders.

He chuckled. “You know how to pick exciting
entertainment.”

She giggled. “Well, the movies were good for
something different.” She paused a moment, looking at him. “What
turned you on the most? I noticed that bulge in your boxers.”

He chuckled. “Feeling your warm thigh against
me while watching a naughty movie with you, Nicole.”

She laughed again, as she placed the remote
on the nightstand. “Okay, quit playing Mr. Innocent. I know you got
turned on watching all that fucking.”

He chuckled. “Since I can’t fool you, I’ll
tell you. I liked the black couple and white couple and then I
liked the two women and one man, and then the two black men and one
white woman. Yeah, I think those were my favorites. How about
you?”

She said, “Oh, they were all exciting.”

He reached over and touched her thigh with
his fingertips. “That’s too general. Be specific. Of all the women
actors which one would you want to be in those movies?”

She huffed. “Oh, Drew, if I tell you, do you
promise not to get mad?”

“Get mad? All we’re talking about is a level
of excitement. We’re not about to make a major purchase or zip line
across the Grand Canyon.”

She thought a moment, then took a deep
breath, not sure where her honesty would lead, then said, “Well…the
white woman being fucked by the black man seemed to be having the
most fun.” She held her breath, waiting for his response.

He gave her a side grin. “Oh, I disagree. She
was barely responsive; she looked bored half the time.”

Feeling like Drew was being argumentative for
some reason, she snapped. “Then what should she have done
differently?”

“Well, you would have gone crazy with his
black cock fucking you. You would have been teasing him, egging him
on to fuck you harder, and you would have humped your pussy against
his cock, and you would have sucked his cock like a crazy woman.
That’s what should have happened.”

Silence fell between them as she stared at
him. “Drew, I thought we were talking about what
she
should
have done differently. All your references were about me and how I
would fuck him...the…the black man.” She felt her labia swelling,
as the image of a black man fucking her flashed through her
mind.

“Okay, then let me be real. You could fuck
him a lot better than she did and I know you would enjoy it.”