Hi again folks,
I hope this post finds you safe and well. What an intense few weeks it's been, and will continue to be for the foreseeable future. Our whole world has changed, including the way we do things. But in an attempt to keep some semblance of normalcy, I'm continuing to post on my blogs in my best attempt to provide some distraction and I hope some entertainment, while we're all sequestered.
Take extra good care, stay safe and well everyone.
Kymmie
Picking up from where we left off last week an excerpt from Sin Bin
“You like that,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
Another blow caught both cheeks, and her pussy, but this time Cash soothed the sting with his fingers.
Camillah whimpered at the feather-light caress.
Oh, dear God, he was finally touching her! She closed her eyes and savored it.
A warm trickle rolled down her inner thigh, evidence of how aroused she was.
Cash circled the roundness of her ass in a wide radius.
Her skin was numb. She could no longer differentiate between the threads from the flogger or his fingers. He was keeping her utterly confused and needy.
About the Book:
After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget. And true to form, the wild and spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.
When Daunté runs into Mrs. Lima—Camillah's disapproving mother—she begs him to intervene in her daughter's life, perhaps setting her back on the path to righteousness. Because of their sordid past, he knows he should stringently refuse, yet he can't seem to stay away. Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cam’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.
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