Illusions of Love – Two Erotic Vignettes featuring Kenya from Intimate Chaos (an excerpt)
Synopsis:
Imagine being able to do whatever you want whenever you want. Imagine living by your own rules, never feeling guilty and never apologizing for what you do. Imagine being so charming and smooth you effortlessly move in and out of your lovers' lives and bank accounts, giving them the illusion of love and stability. Can you imagine, being cunning and charismatic yet cold and calculating?
Meet Kenya, Clarke's firecracker character from Intimate Chaos and the lead in Illusions of Love: Two Erotic Vignettes. In addition to feverish passages of lesbian sex and seduction, we get to know Kenya for the chilling individual she really is: an emotional parasite with a stunning lack of conscience and voracious appetite for women.
Relax, read and revel in this bold new collection of stories from novelist, Cheril N. Clarke.
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Excerpt:
CRUISING
I couldn’t sleep. Though the blinds in our cabin were drawn, I could feel the pulsating energy of a new day developing as I lay next to Angela. It had been a while since I’d been to Florida but my return couldn’t have been under lovelier circumstances, five days at a private villa on Marco Island before being chauffeured to Miami to board a luxurious ship. For the last week, we’d had a leisurely cruise of the western Caribbean. Mingling with an exclusive crowd, 24-hour service, waking up in a foreign land every morning and all the fine food I could eat, now this was living! It was too bad things were beginning to wind down; I could live like this forever.
I eased out of bed carefully, not wanting to awaken Angela. Early morning is my favorite time of the day and I liked to enjoy it alone. I really wanted to smoke a cigarette on the balcony but there was no way I could open the sliding doors quietly, so I just tiptoed across the crème colored floors to the bathroom, settling for solitude and the beauty of myself. As I leaned forward against the marble sink to take a look in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. I’d been on three cruises already this year, perhaps over twenty in my life, but this is the first time I’d been on one this grand. Angela Gottlieb was a hell of a catch!
She was loaded, yes she was. In her mid-fifties, Angela was an esteemed professor at an Ivy League university, author and public speaker. Between her tenure, book deals and $10,000-per-event speaking fees, Angela had almost everything she wanted. Her problem was that she craved what money couldn’t buy: love. Despite her outward image of success, she was divorced, lonely and unhappy. Typical. But that’s where I come in.
“Kenya?” Angela spoke softly from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, babe?” I sighed. There goes my privacy.
“I’m sorry, but would you mind if I slipped in there for a minute?”
“No problem. Just give me a few seconds to wrap up.” I took a moment to stretch and take a deep breath, not wanting to get too worked up over anything. Today was going to be a great day because I’d already made up my mind to make it one. “Good morning, sweetheart,” I said as I opened the door.
She smiled and winked at me. “Hey, you.”
“It’s all yours. Hurry back to bed when you’re finished.” I ran my hand up the length of her arm as I stepped out of the way.
“I will,” she said and blew me a kiss.
Angela wasn’t bad looking either. Half black and German, she bore a lovely blend of her mixed heritage. Her skin was rich almond and her eyes were dark chocolate. I loved running my fingers through her silky auburn hair and tasting the sweet vulnerability that shimmered against her body. It was as if her yearning to be loved was a sweet glaze on the surface of her most delicate parts and I couldn’t get enough. For the last three months, being with her had made me feel like the most powerful woman on the planet. I glanced in the walk-in closet at all of the shopping bags I’d amassed at our stops in Key West, Mexico and Belize. Shoes, dresses, bikinis—you name it, she bought it. She loved spoiling me.
“Come lay next to me,” I whispered when she emerged from the bathroom. She’d slipped into enchanting lingerie. “Come,” I beckoned, becoming aroused by the sight of her in violet and black lace.
Though Angela was middle-aged, she was no stranger to plastic surgery. Her breasts were ample and firm and her stomach looked more defined than I knew it should have been. She actually looked a decade younger than she was, thanks to her slender frame and cosmetic enhancements.
She smiled broadly as she made her way to the queen-sized bed. “Do you like what you see?”
“Of course.” A genuine smirk spread across my face. “How could I not?” I pulled the covers back to reveal my nudity. “Do you?” I gazed at her seductively as I lay against the Egyptian cotton white sheets.
“Yes.” Angela grinned and walked toward me while I got on all fours and crawled in her direction.
We met at the edge of the bed, my lips to hers as she stood above me, on the verge of ecstasy. I was hungry for her, eager to delight the core of her womanhood with a lambent and expert tongue, but not yet. I wanted Angela to ache for me before I gave in. That kind of dominance gave me a rush that was almost better than the sex itself. I reveled in it and planned my escapades so that they could satisfy my desire for power.
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