| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781497729148 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | February 7, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781497729148 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | February 7, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Melinda Walker is a plucky young journalist trying to make a career for herself. When she meets the hedonistic, filthy rich Juan Elenchi, a sultry Spanish racecar driver, she's drawn into his world of fast cars and faster hookups. Can she keep pace with one of the fastest men in the world?
This 4,200 word erotic story contains casual sex, an open relationships, a thrillingly risky blowjob, CMNF themes, glamorous locations, and the occasional petrol fume.
Excerpt:
I slipped in beside him and raised the first glass that someone pushed into my hand. A cocktail exploded inside my mouth, and it tasted of aniseed and sugar.
“Wow!” I said. “What is that?” Twenty voices shouted back at me. I couldn’t make out what any of them were saying. I looked confused for a moment.
“Never mind”, said Juan, grinning. “Does it taste good?”
“I think so!” I bubbled at him. “It looked like you were having a good day out there.”
He shook his head modestly. “Oh, a good day, for sure, on the track. But now, it is a great day!” He addressed the second sentence to the court and staccato cheers and wolf-whistles came back at him.
Being with Elenchi like this was like surfing on a sea of fire. It was indescribably exhilarating even to be on the outskirts of his entourage. To be in the middle, right at the eye of the storm, was a drug in a completely different league to the artificial stimulants that whirled freely around the outside. Having been there, it made the artificial stuff seem desperately dull, conventional and mundane.
“So, Juan”, I said, affecting and exaggerating the mannerisms of a trackside reporter. “Tell us how you feel. What does this mean to you?”
He laughed dismissively. “I feel alive!” he said. “In the car I feel alive. In here I feel alive. Everything else is just a means to an end, to these moments.”
“Everything?” I said, leaning forward provocatively, exposing my carefully-crafted cleavage to him. He exhaled deeply as he blatantly stared down my top, and I felt a fire light itself between my legs as he did that, barely hearing the reactions he had elicited from others. To be so obviously desired, so obviously wanted by that man!
Melinda Walker is a plucky young journalist trying to make a career for herself. When she meets the hedonistic, filthy rich Juan Elenchi, a sultry Spanish racecar driver, she's drawn into his world of fast cars and faster hookups. Can she keep pace with one of the fastest men in the world?
This 4,200 word erotic story contains casual sex, an open relationships, a thrillingly risky blowjob, CMNF themes, glamorous locations, and the occasional petrol fume.
Excerpt:
I slipped in beside him and raised the first glass that someone pushed into my hand. A cocktail exploded inside my mouth, and it tasted of aniseed and sugar.
“Wow!” I said. “What is that?” Twenty voices shouted back at me. I couldn’t make out what any of them were saying. I looked confused for a moment.
“Never mind”, said Juan, grinning. “Does it taste good?”
“I think so!” I bubbled at him. “It looked like you were having a good day out there.”
He shook his head modestly. “Oh, a good day, for sure, on the track. But now, it is a great day!” He addressed the second sentence to the court and staccato cheers and wolf-whistles came back at him.
Being with Elenchi like this was like surfing on a sea of fire. It was indescribably exhilarating even to be on the outskirts of his entourage. To be in the middle, right at the eye of the storm, was a drug in a completely different league to the artificial stimulants that whirled freely around the outside. Having been there, it made the artificial stuff seem desperately dull, conventional and mundane.
“So, Juan”, I said, affecting and exaggerating the mannerisms of a trackside reporter. “Tell us how you feel. What does this mean to you?”
He laughed dismissively. “I feel alive!” he said. “In the car I feel alive. In here I feel alive. Everything else is just a means to an end, to these moments.”
“Everything?” I said, leaning forward provocatively, exposing my carefully-crafted cleavage to him. He exhaled deeply as he blatantly stared down my top, and I felt a fire light itself between my legs as he did that, barely hearing the reactions he had elicited from others. To be so obviously desired, so obviously wanted by that man!
