Whenever he wants

That's the lesson learned. Whenever he wants.


I never know when it will be. The first sign is just a look, that look. Piercing with those beautiful dark eyes, invading me even before the first touch. Thrills travelling directly and occupying territory that I know belongs to him.


He cups my chin in his hand, face a mesmerising combination of desire and menace, that addictive potion that fills the air with latent intent. 


He looks down upon where I am innocently sat... forcefully he grips my face as he descends upon me to steal the breath from my lungs, drawing it out of my body to merge with his. We kiss, deeply, fully, exploring each other like the first passionate embrace of a steamy and torrid affair.


Beside me then. Fingers snaking underneath my clothes to feel his hypnotic fingers dancing along my flesh, light trails then a defined grip around my waist. Pulling me around, our lips still together, to straddle his lap, where I can feel his need beneath me. I gasp and my arms move up to encircle his neck, moaning and writhing, kissing him so deeply, like I depend on his breath for my own life.


He knows he has me aroused. As he breaks away and his fingers move up to tease my breasts beneath my top, nonsensical words of need pour from me, stumbling over them as I blush and wriggle while his eyes flit over the reactions on my face and body, amused. Amused at me. The sense of frustration builds and meets with my lust, completing the sense of how urgently I want him inside me. 


I want him to want me, as much as I want him. 


My hands move down in a reciprocal tease... fingers desperately working to free him so I can pleasure him in some way.


But no... he moves away. Not yet, little girl.


He pulls me... where? I follow, blinded by the lust that fills my vision, deafened by the wanton growls resonating in my mind.


Up, someplace safe. There is a bed... he is stripping me - just down to the smallest scrap of material. He likes that. Pushing me down on the bed to swoop down over my body and devour me. My back, arching, mouth briefly sated with kisses until his moves to some other place on me that is screaming for attention.


My mind is in the place that feels magical, calm, aroused, hungry and able to be sated.


His mouth rests upon my small button of nerve ending and I cry out; but he merely laughs. Get up, slut.


Dragging me by the hair to where he finally does free himself, kneeling up on the bed, I am awkwardly placed, half up on elbows, struggling to balance, he likes my discomfort, I feel. It adds to his sadistic thrill.


I see his want, then. Just before he forces it all the way to the back of my throat. Fast shocking penetration of my mouth all the way to where I gag and splutter, to short, slow, entries... where he can feel every tightly suckling nuance of my lips as they travel down him, my tongue swirling round his head and my cheeks then throat embracing him, enveloping him tightly, warmly, wetly.


Enough, for now. Turn over, slut.


Clumsy movements, dizzy with sensations. Twisting to flip over and rest upon hands and knees, but his sharp talons gripping my fleshy hips force me to my elbows, legs spread and my want unashamedly there for him to view and take. 


His tongue lashes again, first. I am not thinking now... just feeling. This is the pinnacle of pleasure, the moment before he takes me, the moment before I am able to offer myself to him, for his enjoyment. The carnal and raw meeting, just a crazed lust that drives us to animalistic rutting and fucking, possessing each other entirely.


Then, I feel him. There at my entrance. Before he takes me, he teases by just resting there. I am mewling like a tortured kitten, begging him to fuck me. Fuck me now. Please. Please! Fuck me, it's all yours. All for you. 


I hear his stifled gasps of pleasure hearing this, that I know he loves. I'm all his, and he can have me whenever he wants, however he wants.


With one swift and violent motion he completely impales me. The pleasure in my mind takes a solid form before he deftly shatters it into a myriad of erotic sensation fragments, the frisson of energy sparking the electric jolt that wipes my mind entirely clear except for the pure, blissful feeling.


His hand, round my hair. Palm resting on my neck. Pushing me down... down. Face hard into the bed as he fucks me. Other hand between holding my hip and moving up to evilly pinch my nipples just so it makes me twist on his cock in the way he likes.


He penetrates me time and again. I know not how much time passes, it could never be long enough even if it were a whole day. I am greedy for him, greedy for more. 


Dragging me back up by the hair, still inside me but we are both just on knees now. His hand still has me in complete submission to his will and whims. His mouth, letting out growls and describing just what I am to him, right into my ear. Low, deep, filthy growls. All I can do is whimper, he has wiped my mind of coherent words and ability to articulate this. I could never describe what I feel in that moment. Nothing is ever even close to how it feels.


All I let out is the inadequate squeals of rapture and the need I can put into the few words I have left. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh god please, I want you...


I'm yours, for no other. It's all for you. I'm all for you.


He gasps at this - then suddenly explodes within me with a loud exclamation... filling me with him, making me clench and shudder and tremble and writhe... 


Eventually we quieten and he lays atop me. Kissing my neck, he slowly lets go of the vice grip he has around a wrist and my hair. 


I love you.


I love you too, what was that for?


A lesson for you. I can take you whenever I want.

Sextoys HQ meets KD Grace!

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Curious as Cats and Kittens

I have been musing recently on how some women are like cats, and some like kittens.


Most women, it would seem, tend to have the desire to emit a somewhat feline personality, with the characteristics and traits that would entail, excuse the pun.


I never really saw myself as a 'kitten' or a 'sex kitten' even in the usual, vanilla, sexual allure way. Does sex kitten denote prey or predator? Certainly high heels seem predatory in today's society, but then the inability to run away when needs-be would deem them somewhat restrictive. 'kitten' heels are lower, why? To make the female not as tall as the male yet still show leg tone? All very interesting terms.


I am not a Fetish 'furry', in any sense. I dislike the idea of donning a tail. Ears yes. Ears are cute. Tails, whiskers, having fur, no. I like to be entirely fur-less thank you, except for my head mane! ;)


Being a Leo I have always had the hot wildness and wilful spirit. Ability to stalk and pounce, roar loudly but then relax languorously, stretched out in front of some warmth or draped over something/one comfortable.


I am not really an independent cat... although in previous times I have been more vicious cat with claws rather than anything resembling kitten-like. 

Recently though I have been named as Kitten and I do see those traits appearing... not the independence, I am a kitten of dark painful past, that needs tlc, stroking, love, hugs, warmth... tempered with regular rutting of course ;)


I will run free for a little while, yet always return to where I feel loved. Miaow loudly when I have wants and demands, yet roll over and instantly purr when tended to. Give me a roaring hot fire to curl up in front of and slowly stretch out as I seep up the warmth and I am a happy kitten. A comfortable blanket or throw and I'm even happier. Give me the one who tends to and sates me, his hands on me holding me, comforting me, teasing me, reassuring me... I am contented.


I do not parade on all fours, crawling is not for me. Neither is mewing or 'furry' type pawing in public. I do speak my mind and I am a human being! 


It does seem there there are some who are kittenesque and some who are more Bagpuss or Garfield in the cat/woman type world. I fear becoming the latter, I like to be nimble, lithe, quick on my feet, easily able to stalk prey and wriggle and writhe then leap away when needs be... yet light enough to be pinned down and overpowered, overwhelmed, paws pinned and my piteous mewing silenced by a strong hand against my mouth, all attempts to bite sharply cut off along with my air...


... and now I must go, to return to the warmth beside the hearth, to his strong arms around me, stroking me, making me arch my back in pleasure, arching so painfully it hurts for days afterwards. 


Love comes in warmth, fireplace basket times and perfectly pleasurable purring.


~mews~


xxx

Fountain of Orgasms

It's simply amazing sleeping with him.


I love how he takes me, forcefully, but more than that I love how easily I bring him right to the edge, within minutes sometimes. Yet it's always his choice to cum or to wait. The sexual frisson of excitement flows from that very first, electric touch between us. 


I simply have to remove my clothes, slide next to him or on top of him, our bodies meeting, that charge sparking once again and he responds instantly to my touch. I love that underlying sense  of power. I turn him on, I excite him, he wants me, I can bring him fulfillment.


We spent hours last night exploring one another inside and out, in all ways. He can orgasm a multitude of times, I know I am lucky. I'm learning new methods of deep throating, techniques where it feels to him like I don't even require breath. His cock head buried deep actually past my throat, being able to swallow him without gagging too much but at the same time choking and enjoying being strangled, audibly as I know he loves to hear the piteous moans, the violent spasms, the desperate ragged calls for breath, for life. 


He loves to feel my pussy twitch as we are almost 69 laying side by side, his fingers thrusting deep inside me, as I close around him clenching with my strong pelvic floor muscles while I'm gasping my love as his cock invades my mouth, my throat, beyond.


It was like this that he so soon began to fountain his cum into my mouth, gasping his love for me, the words spilling from his mouth almost as fast as the cum shooting hot down my throat, on and on it kept coming. I'm swallowing fast, experience shows, but there is ever more, like a faucet. 


I can't believe I made him faint through oral sex. It. Was. Amazing.


What a fantastic night. It didn't stop there of course. The whole night (almost!) was filled with sex of a previously incomparable nature.


We fucked every which way, not even just fucking but making love, whispering our love to each other interspersed with the usual vehement promises, threats, minxy kittenesque pleas and other loving violence.


I've never before been as fully satisfied, as with him. I adore who he is, the whole package. Everything.


I love him so much.

Your Blog is Hot - Awards!

Your Blog is Hot!

I was chosen to receive this prestigious award from the gorgeous True Pleasures.

How it works is that when you are chosen, you get to choose 5 other bloggers that you present the 'Hot Blog' award to.

The winners then make a new blog post with the above 'award graphic' and nominate 5 other blogs (via their post but also let them know with a comment and a link)... and so on!

Right click to save the above image to your computer.

In line with the 'Hot Blog' rules, I hereby nominate the award to the following five top stunningly sexy bloggers and their blogs:

1. Ms Diamonds Naughty Treasure Chest

2. Der Kuss Des Vampir

3. Nymphetamine Kiss

4. Jennifer's Closet

5. Naomi's Naughty Secrets

Check them out right now!

xxx

In My Head - lesbian erotica by the delicious Maddyke

This hot and sexy story was written for me by the lovely Maddyke... she has given me reproduction rights so that I could share it with my lovely blog angels...

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In My Head

After watching Loving Annabelle, with all the tension building up, I stop playing with your hair, and take your hand and place it on my breast, making you gently squeeze my nipple. I then lead your hand up to my mouth where I begin to lick around your finger, taking it in my mouth, and flicking my tongue over the top of it. I tease you like this for a little while, making you want me, imagining my tongue is in other places licking and flicking around.

I then pull you on top of me, grabbing your ass, pulling you into my groin, whilst we are moving together I kiss your neck, softly at first, then with a little more force, my breath getting heavier, our thrusts getting more intense. I kiss your soft lips, gently biting your bottom lip, then kissing it better, our tongues meeting, my clit starts tingling and throbbing hard, we are lost in such a delicious kiss, but our thrusting into each other begins to get more intense still.

I push you up, and remove your top I kiss your stomach, working my way up to your chest. Now your breath is getting heavier and you remove your bra. The sight of your breasts take my breath away, and I gush. I'm really wanting you so badly now. You push yourself closer, and place your breasts against my mouth, pulling away as I go to lick your nipples, teasing me. I can't help myself, and I grab you, pull you into me, and I have to take your nipple in my mouth and roll my tongue around your now erect nipples...

 

You push me back down, and place your hand around my neck. "Not yet," you tell me. You want to tease me some more. You drape your beautiful hair over my body, making my skin instantly goose bump, you then sit astride me, and slowly unzip your trousers, showing just the top of your knickers, which makes my insides tingle. Your eyes are staring straight into mine, you lean in to kiss me, but once again you tease, you go to my neck and give it a quick bite, and claw your hands up my back. My head falls back, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. You grab my hair, pull my head back up, and stare into my wanting eyes once again, you can see how much I want to feel your kiss, you then lean in and give me the most tender kiss I have ever felt, your lips are so soft, and your tongue dances with mine.

We stop kissing and you tell me you want me to wear the Feeldoe. I pull you into me again, and slip off your trousers and knickers, I gasp at the sight of your beautiful body, I caress your back and kiss your stomach, I can now smell your sweet scent. I grab the Feeldoe and put it inside me, your eyes light up, you've been wanting to feel me fuck you with this mighty toy for ages now. I pull you on top of me, your legs astride, and you gently ease yourself onto the feeldoe. I can feel every move you make against the feeldoe inside of me, this makes me even wetter than before, we gaze into each others eyes, and embrace, kissing each other again, me thrusting upwards, and you pushing downwards, it feels so good, you riding me.

I reach over to your clit, and circle my thumb around it giving you such intense feelings, finally being fucked by me, just as you had longed for. Your movements become a lot quicker, and harder, I bring you so close to the edge, but I slow things down, I want you to cum so much, but I want to cum at the same time. As we continue, I begin to feel myself building up, so I once again circle your clit with my thumb, you lean backwards, I grab your breast with my other hand, and caress it, my grasp getting firmer, the closer I get to the edge. You thrust yourself forward and kiss me, putting your tongue in deep, our fucking is more intense, and then we both cum... I can feel you tensing and grasping the feeldoe inside of me. You look at me with the biggest smile on your face. I just hope that it felt as good as you imagined it was going to. It sure did for me.

Some Sexy Pictures

Thank you to everyone who commented on my ranty post yesterday, here are some lovely pictures for you to perv on ...

Hope everyone has a great day!

xxx

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Xcite Books Review - Taught - Stone Franks

Taught - Stone Franks

Stone Franks is a female author who usually writes horror stories. Reading this short story, it soon becomes apparent that horror is where her writing prowess lies!

The story is fast paced and descriptive. Action packed heavily lesbian sexual scenes and overtones. I would not call this erotica as much as extreme hardcore lesbian written porn.

There are many themes at play here, not merely the explicit butch/boi action but also an element of BDSM, with Dominance & submission, sadism & masochism, as well as humiliation, w/s, bondage and ageplay at work.

Seen vividly through the eyes of the main protagonist, the story seems not only to delve deeper into explicit raunchy filth with every new paragraph but practically leap.

The writing is at times rough and draft-like, with a spelling mistake or two sadly missed during any proof reading stage. After one final polish, I feel that this story would be worthy of a place on anyone's bookshelf, real or cyber.

Definitely not for the faint hearted, the at times shocking scenes were both rudely distasteful in places and mesmerisingly compelling. Rather like if Stephen King had written a lesbian sex scene.

On more than one occasion I felt I could not continue reading, yet I felt I must know what happened next. My eyes eagerly took in each new breathtakingly filthy sentence and morally distressing description.

Towards the final few paragraphs, I felt worn out, ravaged... but completely turned on. Call me deviant but this writer certainly knows how to create sexual tension. Despite my misgivings during the reading, I find that I cannot get this story out of my head. It is one that will haunt you for a long time after you close the book... I think I will be reading it again very soon!

Feeling frisky and brave? Take a peek into this shocking short Sapphic tale for yourself and see what wonders await you...

Although this one is not yet available, you can find stories like this plus many more, at Xcite Books right now.

Available as PDF downloads or the hard copies delivered to your door, you will not be disappointed!

My other lesbian fiction favourites are:

Best Lesbian Erotica from LoveHoney  (see my blog review here)

and of course the Girl Fun 1 - Adventures in Lesbian Loving

I cannot wait to also read Best Lesbian Bondage Erotica, which I will of course share details of as soon as I receive it!





Until next time,

Stay sexy, blog angels!

Cara

xxx




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Fetish Fantasy Straitjacket - From SexToys.co.uk!

Fetish Fantasy Straitjacket

The simply gorgeous people at sextoys.co.uk kindly sent me a wonderfully deviant straitjacket to test and review for them!

Those of you who know me will already know of my passion for the freakily fetish, kinkily crazy and the positively perverted in this world.

This jacket certainly meets all the above criteria! Presented in a clearly marked and attractively bedecked with models, box, the straitjacket enclosed also arrives with a free novelty blindfold for added naughtiness.

Reading that the material was polyester had me imagining that this jacket would be easy to rip or tear out of. I couldn't have been more wrong.

The material is strengthened and so tough due to a cross stitch weave that it mimicks the traditional canvas straitjackets very well indeed. I defy anyone to escape this jacket once they are buckled into it. Even allowing for passionate struggles after plentiful teasing!

The jacket fastens up the back and at the collar with tightened straps, the arms cross over and fasten at the back in the same way. Straps for the legs mean that the material will not rise up and your victim... volunteer... will be beautifully bound and ready for you to have your wicked way with them.

Leaving the sexual area free means many types of sexual play abound with this item, either vanilla/normal intercourse or a more deviant chastity play using tease and denial, perhaps combined with chastity devices such as the ones found here.

I also love the D ring at the front of the neck part which is perfect to attach a clip leash to, plus the addition of a spreader bar between the ankles, thighs, or both would render the randy recipient entirely open to your wanton whims!

What I really enjoyed was watching my man's face as he realised he really couldn't escape from my evil and wicked clutches as I went to work over his quivering body. No escape!

The jacket is suitable for a male or female and is available from sextoys.co.uk now, just click here to purchase yours today!










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Xcite Books Review - Adventures of a London Call Boy

Adventures of a London Call Boy

This entertaining read details the hedonistic adventures of a young man in London who thoroughly enjoys sex. Deciding to combine his love of the sexual act with women and his lack of finances, he embarks upon a trail of saucy naughtiness which will leave you horny, empathising, giggling and breathless for the next encounter.

I did not think I would enjoy this book as much as I did; perhaps because of the reputation of gigolos and the like. Male prostitution is not only rare but still a novel taboo in our culture, for it to be tackled head on in this book shows a courage and a flair for the creative.

Our bed bouncing buccaneer may earn a living by giving sexual favours but there is an element of respect for the women he meets, a desire to at least sexually fulfil and please them. The women are rightfully given full and rounded characters, all aware of his role and purpose and instead of being desperate creatures they are instead voracious sexual beings, attractive, seductive.

In giving the main character a female 'best friend', the author very cleverly widens the book even further to a female audience. Perhaps without this side-kick element the book would have been better off on the males-only erotic fiction shelf.

The story is anecdotal yet pacy, exciting and raunchy all at once. The fly on the wall detail leaves you feeling positively voyeuristic, in simply the best way. In places you do wonder whether this really can all be pure fiction, as the narrative reads like an autobiography, keeping you even closer in touch with the character's feelings and emotions through his journey.

For a red hot alternative to the traditional female led erotic fiction novels, you need look no further than Adventures of a London Call Boy. I thoroughly enjoyed it, much to my surprise, and I feel that it has great appeal to any man or woman seeking a saucy Summer read.

Buy your e-copy here now for only £5.99.

There is also a special offer running at the moment, buy two e-Books get the third free!

Books from Xcite are also available as traditional paperback versions, so why not check out the rest of the site here now?

Enjoy your hot and raunchy erotic fiction!

Piercing update: Healing Throbbingly

My navel piercing is healing fine... but my vertical clit hood piercing? Healing worse than ever.

Not that it is painful in any way... what I mean is that it is healing beautifully, throbbingly, sexually frustratingly well!

The bar moves through the hood now and as the end rubs against my clit whilst sat or walking. I'm left as a melted puddle of sexual despair.

Therefore, I can't think much past my next orgasm.

I'm putting out a desperate plea to all sexy ladies out there: please, no torment! I don't think I could bear any teasing right now!

Not unless you want me bursting all over your face and down your throat.

*cries & leaks*

Damn, now I've started off my dacryphilia fetish!

Xxxx

Piercing Plans Completed!

Well as you will all remember, I blogged a few weeks ago about my Perverted Piercing Plans. Yesterday, on a lovely sunny day out with Mike, I had these done!

We travelled to the same lovely piercing and tattoo parlour that we used for Mike's nipples last time (I figured he never bled or had any pain, so I'd be fine) and I signed up for both the navel and the vertical clitoral hood piercings before I could change my mind.

True, a Monday morning after a late and hazy Sunday night may not have left me in the most rational, clear and sane frames of mind but nonetheless I'd wanted them done for a while. No time like the present.

And what a present they were! The lovely girl at Apus explained the procedures thoroughly to me and allowed me to choose the jewellery I wanted in each piercing. I chose a diamante titanium for my clit and a dark pink stone surrounded with gold coloured titanium for my belly-button. Pretty!

She took them through to the small clinical room and I was informed that the worst one would be done first, the clit. Reassuring! Removing my underwear, I laid on the bed. Nervously. Looking up, I saw a gap above the walls of the cubicle style room and knew that there was a crowd of people in the foyer, including Mike, waiting. I was determined not to make a screaming scene.

Showing me that the needles were sterile she warned I'd have to take a deep breath. Hang on don't they numb piercings- OUCH! - that hurt! She grabbed my clit hood firmly and stuck the needle straight through. The pain! Well that was the worst part over.

But then again... -OUCH!... - she had to attach the ball to the other side of the piercing and that absolutely killed. Right. All done there.

The navel one was wonderful, she was able to freeze and numb the area with a special spray. She explained (after the event, funnily enough) that they couldn't freeze genital ones and the spray would probably dissolve the skin. Lovely.

It was all in all quite a painful day yesterday. I was expecting the clit piercing to continue being the most painful but it was in fact the navel one that caused the most discomfort. Took hours to stop bleeding and even after three changes of clothes it still hurt when I moved. It's in just the right place to be disturbed when you bend in any way and the movement of the metal caused both fresh pain and bleeding.

By 7pm I was ready for bed. Mike took his leave from my house, after a full day of shopping, lunching, chatting... and I would have fallen into bed if it weren't for the metal and holes in various parts of me.

After bathing the clit with my rock salt wash and cleaning the navel one with the spray and cotton buds I was ready to turn in for the night. Trying to sleep on my back, unusually for me.

I do love my new piercings, I cannot wait to shop for more jewellery and of course take some pictures to show you lovely blog angels out there!

Day 2 of my new piercings today... wish me luck!

Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

I have just finished this book and let me tell you, it's difficult to put down until you get to the very last page! I tore myself away from the final sentence with a sense of palpable loss.

I had thought that my previous lesbian short story fiction romp, Xcite's Girl Fun 1 _ Adventures in Lesbian Loving was good. This new beauty from LoveHoney however, is the Daddy (should that be Mummy?) version.

Covering a wide range of settings and characters, this book will surprise you time after time. At several points during the book I had to reach down to satisfy myself. It's just that hot!

Butches, bois and femmes are covered, as well as curious but reluctants. Very politically correct: the mention of a wheelchair at one point did throw me, only because it's an unusual insertion for erotic fiction, in this world obsessed by physical perfection!

There are also taboo boundaries crossed; time travelling to fuck yourself, perving on ghosts, cousin sex. There is a sense of naughtiness throughout the book that can't help but get all your juices flowing. Plenty of highly explicit and graphic lesbian sex scenes, describing every tongue stroke and every thrust, whether fingers or strap on.

I need about 10 more copies of this book so I can give them to all my friends! Even straight women would enjoy this book and obviously straight men would too *grin*

Written by real lesbians, so the interaction of either sexual relations or just in a lesbian relationship is realistic and natural, not fake, Hollywood, for male titillation or amusement. It's really refreshing to have lesbians finally depicted as real women, with personalities, albeit voracious women with an incredible sexual appetite for their partners or the woman that takes their fancy at that moment...

Why don't you take a peek too? This book is on sale now from LoveHoney ... enjoy free discreet delivery and you could soon be snuggled up under the duvet with this piece of literary (cliterary?) magic as well as a finger tingler or love egg to heighten the experience even more....

Oh dear, I seem to be giving away all my secrets.

*laughs*

Until next time, stay sexy, blog angels!

Cara
xxx

Xcite Books Review - The Mother of All Hen Nights

The Mother of all Hen Nights

What an amazing little novella. I have read A. N. Rocquelaure’s (pen name of Ann Rice) Sleeping Beauty trilogy and this seems to sum it up in its entirety into a short book.

The writing is sumptuous, lavish, and erotic. The scenery and atmosphere of the story are almost poetic in their finery and extravagance. It grabs Disneyesque elements and gives them not only an adult but a kinky fetish twist, plunging straight into the dark and deviant heart of BDSM.

The characters are surprisingly rich and deep. The opening of the novella may deceive the reader into thinking this a facetious take on fairy tales. However, although nostalgic fragments of childhood fantasies are at times depicted, these maidens and princes are nothing at all like you remember.

I absolutely love the juxtaposition of the innocent fairy tale names and the steamy and raunchy sex scenes. The kink element is red hot. Dungeons, restraints, thigh boots and punishment implements... you have to read it to believe it!

Get your PDF e-Book copy of The Mother of all Hen Nights for just £2.99 from Xcite today and sample this delicious sinful taste of wickedness! Instantly downloadable and read on your computer or electronic book reader!



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