“Chelsea moaned when she felt the valet’s first five inches pierce her swollen, horny cunt. She touched his balls when she felt a lot more cock. She looked down to confirm her guesstimation. “What’s your name again?” she asked rubbing the young valet’s scrotum, making him hump against her uncontrollably.”
Chelsea DiNapoli blogs about the hottest couture dining in the city. Enjoying the finest restaurants, Chelsea samples a cornucopia of eligible men for her pleasure. Chelsea’s escapades soon draw the attention of her first love Dick McAllistair.
When Dick returns to their familiar stomping grounds, Chelsea must decide her feelings… Will Chelsea agree to a romance with Dick again or has Chelsea given up on love forever?
Written by Nicole Bright
Published by AmorBooks
Chelsea DiNapoli believed fashion was a religion, cable TV was heresy and that sex was good when it was bad were all lies, lies, and lies. She relied upon the power of her mind and observing people for what they were… because who they were, was probably an even bigger lie.
For Chelsea love was dished best as a sexual entrée served with multiple people.
Chelsea liked sex. She liked sex especially when it was piled high and flavored with a variety of men. A single man was nice. Two men, three men, or more men jostling to satisfy her horny mouth and hungry pussy were infinitely better.
She crossed the lobby of the restaurant from the private lounge to the loo. Her thigh-high stockings and three-inch heels complemented her hourglass shape nicely. She didn’t mind the male attention from several bar-backs as she entered the restroom. She was friends with the manager; he’d let her wear his crisp dress shirt after their lovemaking.
Chelsea was certain he wouldn’t mind a leisurely steal of his Internet bandwidth or his Wi-Fi in trade. The restaurant was pretty empty at this time of day however its location was a smart attraction at the corner of The Strip and the canyon boulevard.
Chelsea placed her D-Squared purse on the counter and pulled out her laptop. She flipped the desk screen and punched in a string of Skype names and a password on the keyboard. She tapped her…
