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Xpress Yourself Publishing, September 15, 2009
ISBN-10: 0-9779398-0-4
ISBN-13: 978-0-9779398-0-0
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Caramel Vixen's first short story "Ready For Love" was featured in the anthology Mocha Chocolate: A Taste of Ecstasy.

Office Affairs in Caramel Vixen's debut release.

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CHAPTER ONE

Allysia the CEO

“Damn!” I was highly stressed and my vibrator friend wasn’t doing its job. I needed some release and I needed it fast. I wasn’t dating anyone so I did what I had to do. I picked up the phone and called Fred’s ol’ country ass. Fred, my estranged husband, seemed surprised to hear my voice, but when I told him to come over he came running.

Now, I know that when I married him I was just settling but I don’t have time to look for real love. I certainly did not have the time then to search and hunt or even worse wait to be hunted when I met Fred. My company was just getting off the ground. Love just had to take a backseat to my career.

"Oh shit!” Fred was opening up Pandora's Box with his powerful tongue. All of my juicy secrets were being licked away as he stroked my clit with his tongue and wrapped his lips around mine. Who knew a little pink flap could bring such pleasure?

My body tingled all over as his tongue tangoed with my clit. I've never had a seizure but the way my body was shaking and saliva was pouring out of my mouth, I just knew I was about to have one. I probably would have bit my damn tongue off! That's just how intense my orgasm was. I unloaded all my liquid ecstasy into my ex’s open, awaiting mouth.

That was just the beginning though. Fred flipped me over, smacked my thick ass and rammed his eight-inch dick inside my wet pussy. I wanted to wrap my lips around it but I guess he wanted the hotness that only my pussy could deliver.

The man pumped hard and fast. His thrusts were quick and short. I tried to speak but every word got caught in my throat as his nuts slapped my behind. Then Fred slowed down. The slower, longer thrusts felt so damn good that I started speaking in tongues. I didn't know what the hell I was saying and Fred didn't give a shit. He just kept on pumping, picking up the pace until the thrusts were short, quick, and hard again. I felt his dick pulsate just before he screamed, releasing his white chocolate inside of me.

"Damn!” He said, almost out of breath. Damn was right!  My soon to be ex-husband knew how to make him some serious love. I once thanked God for that man each and every day because he had brought it each and every day. No man had ever eaten my pussy or fucked me as good as Fred. He had always left me completely satisfied.

My elevator of bliss was rising towards cloud nine. Yes, his loving was like that!  But just before I got to cloud six, Fred’s ass had the nerve to ask, "So, have you thought any more about having a threesome?"

“Now I remember why I left your country apple ass!” I screamed as I rolled my eyes. I was furious. Why did he always have to go and ruin the moment?  My elevator quickly descended and before I knew it, I was at ground zero again. He had been bugging me about the threesome bullshit for over a month. The more I said no, the more his dumb ass asked the question.

Now, I know you're wondering why I'm calling him dumb after I just got through praising his sex. Well, let me break it down. The only thing I can praise about my soon to be ex-husband is his sex. Were it not for his tongue and his dick, I wouldn't have shit good to say about the bastard. You may think I'm being harsh but you don't know the bastard the way I do.

            He is constantly bringing that shit up at the wrong fucking moment…I mean damn! I get sick of that bullshit. Plus, he doesn’t take responsibility for his actions. I hated to get rid of this good dick but I think he was cheating on me with the woman he wants to have the threesome with anyway. The rest of our marriage sucked. Other than our sex life, there wasn’t a relationship. I was always busy working and Fred was busy being Fred. He changed jobs like I changed panties. Outside the bedroom, I couldn’t stand Fred’s country ass.

            I jumped out of my beautiful deep cherry wood California king-sized bed. I literally had to jump out of the bed because I’m only five-foot-two and my huge bed is on a high pedestal.

            “Get yo’ country butt up and go home. I mean it!”

He looked at me in pure disbelief.

“Did you not hear what I said?” Angrily, I reached down, grabbed his clothes and shoes and threw them at him. “Get out I said! I don’t wanna see you anymore, and don’t worry I won’t be calling you again. I’m also going to see the lawyer. It’s time to make this divorce final.” I turned and walked away feeling more liberated than I had ever felt.

            I looked around the lavish bedroom decorated in rose gold silk and sighed. I stepped into my massive bathroom with the jet Jacuzzi and shower and turned everything on. I then walked to the expansive walk-in closet that I had customized to be more fabulous than Kimora Lee Simmons’ closet. I must admit, her closet is hot, but I had to do it bigger and better.

I peeked over at Fred, as he was leaving, and I wondered what happened to the man I fell in love with. His damn knees are all ashy and crusty. He used to be built. He was never that fine, but his body was the shit. Now, it just looks like shit, even though he can still work it, which makes me wonder why he wants that other woman so bad. I’m a badass bitch all by my damn self. Full-figured, yeah, I am, but I’m sexy as fuck.

After a long, relaxing bubble bath, including the massage from my personal masseuse, I ate the fabulous breakfast prepared by Juan Frisco my personal chef/eye candy, and then got dressed. I had a stop to make before work. As always I had to make sure I was looking fresh in one of my two-piece pantsuits. Satisfied with my appearance, I headed off to my lawyers office.

“I want a divorce!  Everything is mine because he hasn’t worked for shit. He will walk out of this marriage the same way he walked into it—ashy and broke!”  I skipped the cordial bull and got straight to the point. Fred and I were only married for six months. My thirtieth birthday is six months away. I can celebrate a milestone and my long, overdue divorce to that trifling ass Fred!

My patient lawyer finally smiled, spoke up and said, “That’s fine, Allysia. If you are certain that’s what you want then I’ll file the papers right away.”

“Thank you, Osbourne.” I slid on my Chanel shades and turned to walk away. I glanced over my shoulder and caught Osbourne looking at my juicy round ass. God knew what he was doing when he made full-figured women like me! That’s why He blessed me to make my multi-million-dollar company Ample Delights.

            I got back into my platinum-colored Lexus and headed off to my office in downtown Manhattan. My personal life was a failure but my company was a success. If only it could wrap its arms around me on those nights when my bed was cold and lonely.