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Lust's First Kiss

The first kiss in a love affair is full of fireworks. I remember the first time I kissed each of my lovers. Each one was special and memorable in its own right. The first time Catherine kissed her lover Ryan is based on a similar first kiss I had with one of my own lovers when I was in college. That kiss in the rain is very romantic. Like Catherine, I also said “I love the feel of rain on my face...” Raindrops fell on my face as I stood with my eyes closed, not knowing he was approaching me to do much more than give me a peck on the cheek. My head swam when his lips crushed mine. It came totally without warning. I almost lost my balance as he held me in his arms. He took me completely by surprise since he'd been wrestling kissing me for several days at that point. That kiss was the symbol that we had crossed the line and there was no returning to mere friendship status. We were officially lovers at that point.

Each kiss struck me that way. It was a watershed moment. I can tell a lot about a man from his kiss. If he slobbers all over me and tries to eat me alive I'm completely turned off. If he pecks at me like a chicken I'm equally turned off. If a man wants to drive me mad, kiss my lips and work your way down my throat. I'll be putty in your arms in no time.

How about you? What memorable kisses have you experienced?

BLURB:

DON'T CALL ME BABY is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural moors she collides with on a daily basis.

It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for ions. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes, married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.

She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards. Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content.

Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for, and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.

EXCERPT:

Raindrops fell on Catherine's arms, and she knew it was time to depart. Ryan brushed his hand against his face as rain dripped on his brow. “We should get going before we get drenched.”

Catherine raced to his car with him following several yards behind. She leaned against the passenger door, turning her face up to catch the few scattered raindrops. Any second now and the sky would open with a deluge. Ryan stood a few feet away from her, giving her a quizzical look she couldn't quite read. Was he deciding what to do with her, since she was such a tempting tease who made it clear she wanted him? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the cool rain and the electric smell of a growing storm.

“I love the feel of rain on my face…” She did not get to finish her thought because Ryan took her up in his arms, kissing her so hard he bruised her lips. She felt a week's worth of pent-up passion in his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his broad back, enjoying a kiss so intense it left her breathless. His tongue slid into her mouth, seeking every inch of her. She melted into his embrace, kissing him hungrily as she massaged the tense muscles in his shoulders. His erection poked at her leg as he pressed his groin into her. He wants me so much he can barely contain himself!