Eternal Pleasures
By
Debi Wilder
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Eternal Pleasure by Debi WIlder
Red Rose Publishing
Copyright© 2007 Debi WIlder
ISBN: 978-1-60435-104-0
ISBN: 1-60435-104-7
Cover Artist: Nikita Gordyn
Editor: Lea Schizas
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Dedication:
A big thank you to my sister-in-law Elaine for all the wonderful research material! Keep it coming!!!!!
Eternal Pleasures
By
Debi Wilder
Prologue
They say some pleasures are eternal. Cassandra Jameson doubted the belief. In fact, she believed the phrase was coined by some slobbering man with a hard on the size of a small gherkin as he crawled off a less than satisfied woman who’d been expecting something a little larger and with more substance.
At least, that’s all she ever got from the men she dated for the sheer pleasure of getting laid. Well, that and laying flat on her back as they pumped her cunt until their cock exploded into her. Then it was over without a care as to whether or not she’d actually climaxed or had even come close to it, which she usually never did. A man that knew how to satisfy a woman was a myth like the Yeti.
Heck, she got more action from the ‘life-like’ battery-operated dildo she kept bedside. Once the guy left, the humming started. Maybe that was her problem…she expected the real thing to perform up to her own expert manipulations.
What she wouldn’t give to feel the sweet vibrations against her clit right this minute. The tip, like that of a penis, bumping to enter her cunt and give her the pleasure she continuously craved lately. It was as if being here in the shop had turned on a need inside her more then she’d ever felt in the past.
She spread her legs at the first hint of pulsing heat and moisture. Her hand slipping inside her panties, her inner core reacted wickedly to the stroking of her fingertips against her hard clit. Cassandra gasped just on the brink of coming.
“Geez, CJ, you wanna give it a rest? We’re about to open the doors here.”
Cassandra sighed in surrender. “It would have been a good one, Paige.”
“Yeah, well we’ve got people lining up outside here. Can it wait until later?” Paige Matteson opened the shades one by one. The sun was setting in the west, casting golden rays through the windows. “You wanna give us a bad name before the end of the night?”
“Have it your way, Paige.” Cassandra got up from the antique settee, straightening her skirt before taking her assigned spot behind the cash register. “Let the masses in.”
Why did she ever let Paige talk her into buying this crumbling old building and opening the shop? What did she know of lotions and candles? Very little, and that was being generous. It was the legend of a sexy haunting that attracted her.
After all, a shop once rumored to be a sex shop would naturally have a sexy specter. And she believed in all things metaphysical. She had heard rumors about how past shop owners had been “chased” from their places of businesses, leaving them in ruin.
Rumors consisting of a business and its owner over a hundred years ago that offered pleasures of all types existed. A person could get anything from the finest chocolate to imported coffees to whatever the buyer could imagine in the way of pleasure…especially
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