|About the Book|
Martina Shavon is an impossibly tall, strangely beautiful young black woman. She has a healthy appetite for steamy, strap-on sex with her young, white girlfriend, and for committing numerous robberies across the country. On the tail end of a streakMoreMartina Shavon is an impossibly tall, strangely beautiful young black woman. She has a healthy appetite for steamy, strap-on sex with her young, white girlfriend, and for committing numerous robberies across the country. On the tail end of a streak of liquor store jobs, Martina knows its only a matter of time before the police detective whos been after her since she first started breaking the law finally catches up to her.The officer’s affinity for hookers and booze makes it easier for the girls to elude him, but will Martina be able to escape the cop in hot pursuit without sacrificing all she loves in return?Just a Taste ...Martina Shavon was a tall drink of water, standing six-foot-three in her bare feet, with a hot chocolate complexion and shoulder-length black hair, with a royal purple streak running from the top of her head, down the left side of her face. Her back was almost completely covered with an elaborate tattoo of a naked pinup girl, piked at the waist, baring her fat asscheeks beneath the hem of shredded daisy dukes. The head of the tattoo rested on Martina’s shoulder, and her black hair curled over it, gracing her collarbone. She preferred silver, not gold, and was adorned in it wherever it would fit, from the rings on her fingers to the bracelets around both wrists, from the piercings in her ears, nose and tongue to the one through her creamy mocha clit, with a large spiraling toe ring capping it all off. She slid her hands under Lacey’s thighs and pulled the younger girl closer, using both fingers and studded tongue to drive her to the brink of orgasm.“Right there, right there, ooooh God, don’t stop …”Suddenly, the lights went out and they were plunged into pitch blackness, just as Lacey cried out, climaxing hard. It was still dark as she wound down, melting like butter into her lover’s arms.“I can’t see,” Lacey remarked, blinking into the darkness as her eyes slowly adjusted.“Musta blown a fuse,” Martina replied.Lacey giggled, finding Martina’s face and caressing her cheek. “I definitely blew a fuse.”Content Warning: This 10,000+ word is an interracial erotic story that contains explicit sexual situations, harsh graphic language, erotic situations, domination, sexual submission and BDSM activity between a young white female with a clear case of jungle fever and her sexy black lesbian lover. All characters depicted within are 18 years of age AND it is very much a story for adults only (18+).