Promiscuous? Yes. Lustful Desires? Definitely. Passion? Certainly. All these ingredients define the most exclusive party of the year—The Passion Party.
Nashua Jacobs, the newest attendee is green to say the least. She is beautiful, sexy, intelligent and the hottest and most important woman gracing the scene.
Patience Grammercy is the most powerful women in attendance and the charismatic host with one thing on her mind, supreme adulation. She lives by her own rules and whatever she wants, she gets.
Darryl is a former attendee, who now enjoys spectatorship privileges. Her passion is voyeurism and can’t wait to watch the explosive action.
Raja is a former bodybuilder, turned bodyguard. Her pleasure is simply. She does whatever she is told to do.
Nashua had no idea what sins lurked behind the velvet curtain of The Passion Party. The exotic world of sexual pleasures and lustful innuendos lingered like hungry wolves stalking their prey. After discovering why she’d been invited, she defies the rules and creates her own sinful pleasure.
Warnings: This title contains f/f sex, anal sex, drug paraphernalia and bondage.
Erin Schmidt, Rainbow Reviews
Reading this short book is like being a voyeur and peeking in at this private lesbian party...[T]he sinful pleasures are definitely enjoyable.
The foyer was empty and after a few minutes of standing alone, Nashua decided to go upstairs and recollect her thoughts. The effects of the alcohol lessened her resistance and she didn’t know how long she’d be able to abstain from giving into the yearning crawling just beneath the surface. Meg’s hot breath and wet tongue on her skin, made her clit throb and like it or not, she was turned on.
Her body on fire, Nashua could hear the illicit groans below and leaned over the theater balcony railing for a better view. Her eyes darted from wall to wall, enjoying the spectacle of women pleasing one another without a care in the world. Desperately wanting to look away, Nashua stared into the eyes of an Amazon model who shuddered as several women devoured her body as if she were a fruit covered buffet table.
“Oh,” Nashua moaned aloud, biting down on her bottom lip. She squeezed her breast, enjoying the sinful pleasures of voyeurism, her body longing to be plucked like a stringed instrument.
“Sexy, isn’t it?”
Nashua turned and recognized the woman immediately. It was Darryl. She had never felt so embarrassed. “I thought I was alone.”
Darryl smiled. “I’m always in the shadows.”
“Where’s the bathroom?” asked Nashua, stumbling backwards.
“Are you okay?”
“I will be,” Nashua slurred. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“It’s down the hall,” Darryl answered. “Here, sit down.”
“No, you’re not,” Darryl said firmly, extending her hand. “Please.”
Nashua accepted Darryl’s hand and sat down on the chocolate chaise lounge. She rubbed her forehead, the feel of Darryl’s hand on the small of her back relaxing and exciting her. “I can’t believe I drank so much.”
Nashua raised her head slowly, the sensation of Darryl’s fingers kneading into her back sending shockwaves to her clit. As they stared into one another’s eyes, Nashua knew she needed to put some space between them. It’s only one night, let go and have fun. Her subconscious suggested and she was powerless to stop it.