Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 Read Free Page A

simply could not handle the situation without a buzz.
    “Okay, people who are sexually, shall we say, knowledgeable, they’re going to get bored with someone who doesn’t know whether or not they like face, or dick, or clit play or ass play or whatever.   I mean, you always have your doms out there who…”
    “What are doms?”
    “Dominants.   And you are so not ready for that yet.   Look.   It’s hard to get you caught up on ten years of inexperienced sexual encounters.   Most women have their slutty college years to have new experiences.   You took night classes and worked during the day and took care of that douche bag.   Now, you have to get caught up.   But I promise that if you do, you’ll be so much more… “   she stared at the block patio searching for the right words, “just more.   You’ll feel more alive, more sexual, sexy, naughty, empowered.   You’ll feel all of those things.   But you have to cross the threshold first.”
    My eyes struggled to focus on one point.   I was definitely drunk.   There was a slight buzzing in my ears and I was struggling to focus.
    “Let me call you a cab.   Send me a text when you get home so that I know you made it.”
    “Yeah,” I giggled, “I’m drunk.”

EVIL BAG

    I woke the next morning sluggish and slow.   My head was pounding and I just wanted it to stop.   I forced a cup of coffee and toast down my throat along with a few ibuprofen.  
    Lying on the couch and wishing I would die, my memory started to return.   I looked over my shoulder to see the gift bag staring me in the face.   There were torture devices in there.   They were lying in wait to do terrible things to me.
    I moaned and covered my head with a pillow.   After two more hours of sleep, the headache was gone.   I glanced at the clock.   Noon! Great!    I was sleeping the day away.
    I climbed in the shower, which felt good.   I thought sobriety had finally graced me until I bent over to wrap my hair in a towel.   The room spun once more.   Ugh.
    Plopping back on the couch I began looking through my text messages.   I did manage to send a one word text to Stacy that said, “Hominy.”   Hopefully she got the point.
    There was a message from her waiting to be read.
    Are you alive?   I assume Hominy meant I’m home.   Text a bitch and let me know you’re alive!
    I smiled.   After a few moments, I sent a text in reply.
    Alive.   Staring at a rather frightening looking gift bag.   Fighting the mother of all hangovers.
    The black and blood red bag sat on the chair.   I stared at it.   I was eager to be sexually free… to be the one to   jump on a table, vagina at the ready to come in front of others.   But the bag scared me.   I grinned, being a Marketing Executive myself, I appreciated the gift bag that looked like red stockings with black lace.   It was clever packaging.   Not discreet, mind you, but clever.
    The cell phone buzzing in my hand startled me.   I clicked on the screen.
    Don’t bother with the bag until you feel up to it.   Then view the DVD before you do anything.
    Clever little wench!   I ordered delivery and turned the TV on, flipping through channels before I decided on a cooking show.    My body felt heavy as I waited for the food to arrive.   My hair was still in a towel and the weight was pulling on my neck.
    Why did I need to drink so much?   Oh, yeah.   The bag, the night, the naked lady being masturbated on the dining room table.   Those were the reasons for my massive alcohol consumption.
    Several hours of lethargic lounging on the couch had gone by.   I had enough waiting.   Grabbing the bag off the chair, I dumped it on the coffee table.   The DVD Stacy had insisted I watch was a porno.  
    Knowing I’d just rolled my eyes, I unwrapped the DVD anyway and popped it in the machine.   While the introductions were rolling I looked at the other items.   There were three different vibrators, the dildo I had selected, a