Maybe Mandy -
Kinky Carnival Games
by C.C. Genonese
Pages: 130
Price: $2.99
**(Adult Content!! 18+ Audiences)**
Blurb:
Mandy's an average girl with a free spirit and a dirty mind. A cheating boyfriend followed by a three month dry spell has taken its toll on her and even though she's desperate for a little attention, Mandy isn't thrilled about her upcoming blind date...until she meets Braden. He'll take her to the carnival where they'll embark on a sex-charged journey like neither has ever experienced before.
Read this book and you'll never look at a Ferris Wheel the same way again.
This is a novella intended for an 18+ audience. It has graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
Read this book and you'll never look at a Ferris Wheel the same way again.
This is a novella intended for an 18+ audience. It has graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
Sneak Peek:
He gripped my ass, tight, nails and all, and forced me back on top of him. His grip spread my p***y inside my panties and it hurt just a little. For a second I thought he might take me right there in the car and I silently begged him to.
“You don’t understand,” he said.
“I don’t.”
“I want you so bad right now. I want to get out, bend you over the hood, and take you right here on the highway.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
That would be one hell of a plan, I thought.
He bit his bottom lip and rapped his knuckles against the window. He seemed a bit frustrated but then he looked me in the eyes and that blue metallic sheen on them seemed to sparkle.
“We could do that,” he said “but then it would be over too quickly. You deserve more than this, not just what any other guy would do. I’m going to show you something different tonight. Let’s do this right.”
“Are you inviting me back to your place?” I asked, hoping, wishing that would be the case.
“Not quite. Want to hear one of my favorite questions from the game?”
Okay, this might be interesting.
I kissed him again, this time letting my tongue seep out just a bit. He did the same but he refused to just let it go. He held back.
Damn him for holding back.
“Ask me,” I said.
“Have you ever had sex in a public place?”
Oh man, yeah, this was going to get interesting.
“Not really. In a sauna once but no one else was in there.”
He smiled and cocked an eyebrow. “A sauna? Nice.”
“Look, I don’t really want to go to a public place. Just take me somewhere private.”
I want to f**k you, you idiot, I thought.
But simple sex wasn’t the only thing he had in mind. He wanted this night to last and he had quickly formed an idea in his head. He’d planned a night that would drive me wild.
“No, private won’t do,” he said.
“So where are you taking me?”
“Where we were going in the first place, to the carnival.”
“I really don’t want to go to the fair,” I said.
He reached up under my skirt, palmed my p***y, and said, “Trust me. You do.”
And suddenly I did.
My Rating:
Book Review:
Carry On My Wayward Son, by Kansas, was a blessing that fell from heaven. Thanks to this song I won a game at a book release party and my prize was any book written by C.C Genovese. After seeing more than one woman talk about this book, I decided to read it. Of course, I debated over picking Maybe Mandy: Kinky Carnival Games or The Book Signing: Masturbation Companions. You can probably guess what book I picked.
Maybe Mandy was one of the best contemporary erotica books I have ever read. Not to mention, I am going to put C.C Genovese on my favorite erotica author list.
Nothing is worse than having one of those horrible dry spells, where you are left wanting and needing some sexual release. When you are desperate to find that bliss and fly, you have two options. Masturbate or find another warm body to heat up your bed - well, in this case, your Ferris Wheel at the carnival. I know I am not the only one that walked around in a public place and thought of perfect places to have hot kinky sex.
This book will leave you hot and begging for more. You just might need to follow Mandy's steps and find your release.
About the Author:
C. C. Genovese is a male romance and erotica author who often writes from the female perspective. He has a passion for writing sensual tales that take the average woman (or man) and place them in erotic positions. Life isn't prude so why should we be? If you're under the age of 18, or if you get offended easily, please don't purchase these books. If you're ready to be entertained, aroused, and brought to emotional climax then please do.
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Blurb:
Mandy’s on vacation, from the job and from memories of Braden, but on foreign land a little WORK may be required. Sex on foreign soil isn’t just a game…it’s a conquest.
This is an adult erotic novella with graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
This is an adult erotic novella with graphic sexual content. Buyer beware.
Sneak Peek:
It suddenly felt very hot in the club. The air was humid. My hair clung to my shoulders but it turned me on even more. Feeling his sweaty arm against mine made me imagine our bare bodies pumping away in the heat. I imagined his chest glistening as he spread my legs.
I leaned back against him and touched my forehead to his neck. My lips were just below his chin. I wanted him to lean forward and kiss me. He didn’t.
That bothered me.
I f***ing want you dammit. Kiss me, I thought.
I tried to look up into his face but it was too dark. I looked around us and everyone else was too shrouded in the shadows to see clearly. I found the faceless silhouettes surrounding us to be erotic. I was getting turned on by the tension in the air and the urge to f**k Valentino was becoming too much to handle.
No one could see us. No one knew the hunger growing inside me.
No one saw his right hand move around and go up under my shirt. I felt his fingers trace over my belly button and traipse up my stomach to my bra.
“I want you,” he whispered in my ear.
I want you too, right here on the dance floor. Take me back to my room, I thought.
I thought it but I didn’t say it. I couldn’t for some reason. I just froze. And has his hand made its way up to my right breast and over it, I could barely move at all. He moved his fingers over my skin, right between my breasts, and then cupped his big hand over my breast and squeezed gently.
I moaned but the loud music masked it.
His left hand moved on, making its way up my dress. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching, but it was dark, it was late, everyone in the place was smashed, and Jill had her tongue down Marco’s throat.
I put my own hand over Valentino’s and he seemed to take it as a sign that I wanted him to stop. He started to pull his hand away. I grabbed it and shoved it hard against my p***y, showing him exactly where I NEEDED his hand to be.
I leaned back against him and touched my forehead to his neck. My lips were just below his chin. I wanted him to lean forward and kiss me. He didn’t.
That bothered me.
I f***ing want you dammit. Kiss me, I thought.
I tried to look up into his face but it was too dark. I looked around us and everyone else was too shrouded in the shadows to see clearly. I found the faceless silhouettes surrounding us to be erotic. I was getting turned on by the tension in the air and the urge to f**k Valentino was becoming too much to handle.
No one could see us. No one knew the hunger growing inside me.
No one saw his right hand move around and go up under my shirt. I felt his fingers trace over my belly button and traipse up my stomach to my bra.
“I want you,” he whispered in my ear.
I want you too, right here on the dance floor. Take me back to my room, I thought.
I thought it but I didn’t say it. I couldn’t for some reason. I just froze. And has his hand made its way up to my right breast and over it, I could barely move at all. He moved his fingers over my skin, right between my breasts, and then cupped his big hand over my breast and squeezed gently.
I moaned but the loud music masked it.
His left hand moved on, making its way up my dress. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching, but it was dark, it was late, everyone in the place was smashed, and Jill had her tongue down Marco’s throat.
I put my own hand over Valentino’s and he seemed to take it as a sign that I wanted him to stop. He started to pull his hand away. I grabbed it and shoved it hard against my p***y, showing him exactly where I NEEDED his hand to be.
COMING SOON!
Slippery When Wet: Maybe Mandy 3
Mandy's a modern woman with a wicked wit and a sexual appetite to match. You've followed along as she had sex at a carnival and got laid on foreign soil, but this time shes revisiting the past. At her 20-year high school reunion, will Miss Personality get a chance with the class hunk? Or will she settle for one of the other Senior Superlatives?
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