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Anika Hamilton
Dessert Box
Carmella Simone and Sandra Tucker have been together for the past ten
years. Every year for Valentine’s Day, one or the other is tasked with
creating a memorable and passionate experience.
This is Sandra’s year and she has planned the ultimate Valentine’s Day
treat. She has commissioned a specially designed box, locking herself
inside. Now Carmella must figure out the clues that will unlock her gifts:
Sandra and chocolate.
Join them on their erotic journey of a sweet treat and body heat.
Genre: African-American
Lesbian Romance, Light BDSM
Length: 4,200 words
"Dessert Box was created to show you that a loving relationship can
have passion, and that passion can be as wicked as you want it to be.
Remember, you can have boundless love and risqué loving."
~ Anika ~ |
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DESSERT BOX
ISBN: SBS-160601-B001
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EXCERPT
Sandra lay in a box that was the size of a coffin but had jail-like bars
made of wood and steel. The box rested on top of the dining room
table. She lay on a comforter that was neatly folded under her
obviously to protect her skin. Her arms were secured above her
head and a gag ball hindered conversation, the restraints adding
to the erotic picture.
The opening between each bar not wide enough for Carmella to reach in to
swipe up some of the chocolate, but she tried snagging some
anyway to no avail. This whole scenario was designed to torture
her.
Shaking her head, Carmella remembered the questions she and Sandra had
gotten about why two people needed a table that seated twelve.
The current situation proved that it did come in handy
sometimes.
Licking her lips, Carmella stared at the feast laid out for her
pleasure. And obviously her pain. Sandra had finally outdone
herself this time. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The dining
room table was set and she would eat pretty tonight. Once she
got through that damn box.
“Where to start?” Carmella wondered aloud, staring at the contraption on
their dining room table. “How do I get to my prize?” she asked,
not really expecting an answer from the woman on the table. Her
companion was gagged after all, and wouldn’t be able to add
anything to the conversation.
For now.
This was part of their game though, exposing their thought processes to
each other. Carmella would explain her emotions as she felt
them; as many and varied and in as vivid a detail as she
experienced them. She wouldn’t—couldn’t—keep them to herself.
Reaching over, she retrieved the note affixed to the top of the
box, right next to the big red bow. It revealed the instructions
necessary to enjoy her ultimate feast.
Turning her attention to the note, she read aloud:
Five questions to enjoy your feast;
Five answers to receive your treat;
Five pieces to create one tool;
Five components to achieve one goal;
Five reasons to set me free;
Five flavors of chocolate on me.
Circling the box, Carmella examined the setup of the box and inspected
her girl more closely. Five flavors covering five erotic points
on Sandra’s body: toes, navel, lips, breasts; and clit. This
should be fun. Turning the note over, Carmella discovered her
first inquiry.
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