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KC CAVE - The XXX Weekends JPG small The XXX Weekends, book 4 of Junie Makes Michael: Junie placed her curled fist in Melanie’s outstretched hand. “Remember your promise?” Junie whispered. Tendrils of arousal blossomed in the pit of Melanie’s belly as she thought of their upcoming lesbian tryst.

Melanie had her price, though: She wanted a weekend alone with Michael, Junie’s caged husband. And Junie had her requirement: Melanie must sleep with her black bull to stretch her for the women’s XXX weekend in D.C., where Junie and Melanie would celebrate the legalization of gay marriage on a pretend honeymoon (and Melanie’s first fisting!).

Heat level: Scorching!

Word count: 6,400.

Price: $2.99.

E-Read Erotica Reviews: Creatively hot, oozing with sexual tension and desire, this book is a masterfully written slice of pure, seething desire and lesbian lust.

Heather (review on Amazon): There is a huge difference, in my eyes, between writing marvelous erotica and writing cheap porn, and K.C. Cave absolutely, truly has mastered the art of the former. I have quietly become an enormous fan of K.C., perhaps most because her characters are real people, not one-dimensional figures as shallow as a digital page. I am invested in those she creates; in fact, they don’t seem like creations at all.

A taste:

Melanie pulled the door to the handicapped stall behind her and yanked off her wet panties, as ordered.

What the fuck am I doing? That crazy bitch Junie will be here in two minutes. Has she done this before? Is she a serial ladies room perv? Why did I agree to this?

She answered her own question: Two glasses of wine and soaking wet panties, the result of us planning our upcoming weekend of nonstop lesbian sex. I’m lucky she didn’t get on her knees and start lapping my cunt under the table.

Hiking up her skirt, Melanie plopped on the toilet seat and released. She flushed, and, just as she finished wiping, the women’s room door opened and fast footsteps echoed off the walls. The stall’s door flew open.

Junie attacked, pulling Melanie to her feet. She pushed her against the back wall, and kissed her deeply. While her tongue pushed into Melanie’s mouth, her hands pulled at her skirt, exposing her bare behind. Junie pushed a knee between her legs and spread her wide. Melanie, straddling the toilet, responded instantly, her pussy slick with need as Junie inserted first one, and then two fingers, into her and began thrusting.

“Fuck, Junie, goddam, what if someone…” Melanie protested between kisses.

“We’re the only women in the restaurant. If someone comes in, just shut the fuck up. Unbutton your goddam blouse.”

Melanie’s fingers flew at the buttons. With her free hand, Junie pulled her bra down and clamped her mouth on Melanie’s rock-hard nipple.

It was unreal. Just over two minutes before, Melanie had been sitting across the table from Junie in the elegant restaurant. And now this: She’s fucking me in the ladies room!

The bathroom door opened, and the women froze.

Junie clamped a hand over Melanie’s mouth. Then came the sound of water rushing in the sink….