Eternal Seduction (The Sexy Series #3) by Kate Edwards Page A

E’tienne’s, even though he wasn’t fully aroused, and I began massaging the curved underside of his head with my fingertip.
    I was a lucky girl. I had a cock in each hand, which were connected to optimal examples of the male race. It took quite a bit of talent to keep both men fully aroused, but my naked body, which many men found irresistible, most likely kept them from losing their focus.
    With a sudden shift in my hazy subconscious, I found myself on my back getting reamed by Jake as I sucked E’tienne off. The faster and more powerful Jake’s hips thrusted, the more I tugged on E’tienne’s luscious dick.
    Taste and texture entered the dream. I felt the soft, fleshed constitution of his cock on my tongue. I was able to savor the musky aroma of his pre-cum as it penetrated the nerve endings of my taste buds.
    But the dream instantly transformed into a nightmare. Sister Janice appeared. She was power personified and grabbed Jake by his shoulders and threw him to the ground. She walked toward E’tienne and pulled him by his dreads and spun him into the dark recesses of my mind. She gave me a harsh, squint-eyed stare which instantly cast shame unto my soul.
    I curled up into a ball and began sobbing uncontrollably. I felt the sudden and extreme shifts of extrasensory sensation. One minute unbridled pleasure the next painful regret, like being punched in the deepest bowels of my stomach.
    “ I’m sorry,” I screamed. “I can’t help myself.”
    “ You shame your order, you shame your family and you shame your father,” yelled Sister Janice.
    “ Please forgive me father, please forgive me oh Lord,” I began chanting...reciting. “Forgive me...forgive me...forgive me...”
    “ Sister, wake up,” said the trembling voice. “You’re having a nightmare.”
    I opened my eyes. Sweat poured down my brows; my panties soaking wet as I awoke to Sister Luz sitting next to me in bed.
    “ Sister, you...you had a nightmare,” she said, putting her hand on my head.
    I sat up and began hyperventilating. “I need to go.”
    “ You can’t leave. Sister Janice said so,” Sister Luz pleaded.
    “ I need to visit my mother,” I said, as I turned to Sister Luz. “Please, cover for me. I need to leave, do you understand?”
    Sister Luz sat in the bed petrified over my bizarre behavior. Her mouth agape.
    I stood up and grabbed my bag full of clothes which I hadn’t bothered unpacking since I got back from my flight. I turned to Sister Luz, “Just a couple of days. Sister Janice won’t be back for another week. Tell the other sisters my mother was sick.”
    “ You’re asking me to lie?” asked Sister Luz, in a slight panic.
    “ Listen, I know you’re the one who keeps stealing bottles of wine from the rectory.”
    Sister Luz looked out the door and took a deep swallow. “How did you know?”
    “ I saw you. But I won’t tell.”
    “ Okay, I’ll cover for you,” she said.
    “ I’ll be back in two days,” I said. “I promise.”
    I grabbed my bag and hurriedly exited my room.
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    My mother’s home, while small and somewhat cluttered, was a marvel of obsessive cleanliness. There was not an ounce of dust surrounding any of the hundreds of religious-themed figurines lining everything from top of the fireplace to the shelves above the toilets in both of the home’s bathrooms.
    My mom was elated to have me home, so much so, she slaved away the evening of my arrival preparing my favorite dish of biscuits and gravy.
    I sat at the dinner table. I leaned to the right and noticed the etching of a bear I carved when I was 7 years old. Still looking fresh as if done a day ago, I smiled and reminisced as mother placed my plate in front of me.
    “ You know, that is the primary reason why I haven’t bought a new table,” she said, with a smile.
    “ Aww, mom,” I said, with warmth in my heart. “It has a native feel to it, doesn’t it?”
    “ I honestly thought you were going to grow up to