Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Anyone else would be aghast, and yet, the strange man looks totally at ease. His blue eyes glint and there’s a harsh flush on those high cheekbones. Then his voice comes again, and a hot shudder runs through my frame at the deep tone.
“So tell me, sweetheart. Is this part of the candy making process too? If so, then can I get a lesson?”
Oh shit. What do I do now?
2
Clay
Today started out like any other day. I’m an investor at a venture firm in the city, and it’s a good job. We provide funding to promising young start-ups, and then help them grow into behemoths before selling our interest at a huge profit. It works well, and I’ve become a billionaire because of my efforts, but the money doesn’t even mean anything anymore. Instead, for me, it’s the discovery. I love finding these young start-ups right before then explode. It’s like a treasure hunt, and I live for big discoveries.
It’s fun, but it almost means that I work constantly. After all, you’ve got to look under every rock for that unicorn, and as a result, I’m always searching high and low, on days, nights, weekends, and holidays. But there’s a new industry that’s on the verge of popping, and I want to check it out. As a result, even though it’s Sunday, I’ve decided to swing by to take a first look.
After all, there’s been a boom in artisanal candy recently. Lots of customers are looking for the extraordinary, and they’re looking for exotic product that blows them away. They want halvah from Lebanon, mochi from Japan, not to mention licorice from Estonia. Instagram and TikTok are at the root of these trends. These days, you can tune in and follow your favorite candy channels to learn about these exotic delights.
But fortunately for me, there’s a local candy store that’s been getting a lot of press right here in New York. It’s called A Mouthful of Sweets, and when I looked it up online, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it’s only a few blocks from my apartment. As a result, on this pleasant Sunday evening, I decided to swing by and take a look.
I figured I’d catch the owners wrapping things up for the night. Maybe I’d leave my card with them, and maybe purchase some chocolate or a few pieces of taffy. But when I got there, the store looked shut, save for a small light in the back. Curiously, the glass door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and stepped inside.
The place was a candy lover’s dream, that’s for certain. Displays of colorful treats reached almost to the ceiling, and every available square foot was covered with gaily decorated sweets. There was even a huge chocolate fountain against one of the walls, although it looked like it’d been turned off for the night.
I was just about to leave when suddenly, a melodic sound caught my ear. I pause in my tracks. What is that? My feet take me further into the store, past display after display until finally, I’m in the back of the store. That’s when my eyebrows shoot off my forehead and my body goes stiff.
After all, it’s not every day you come upon a gorgeous brunette pleasuring herself. She looked beautiful, her eyes closed as she moaned, her skirt flipped up over her back. But this wasn’t your average masturbation session. This girl was inventive, and had two lollipops plugged into her holes that were being pushing in and out in a syncopated rhythm. I could hear them sucking and slurping away as her juices flowed, and immediately, my cock hardened into a shaft of steel.
What the fuck? Who is this girl, and what the hell is she doing? Her eyes remained closed until I said something inane like, “Hello?” Then, her lashes fluttered open and a look of sheer horror descended into her gaze, but not before that curvy body shuddered and shook in an incredible orgasm.
“Who --- ooooooh!” she screams, her pussy and ass clamping down on the toys within. The tremors are so violent that I watch with hungry eyes as the lollipops were literally forced out of her channels, dropping to the floor with a wet clatter. “Unnnnh!” she screams again, one big breast popping out of the vee of her shirt as her body shudders, that lush form going wild. I’d do anything to taste her at this moment, but the only thing I can do is stare and pant.
But finally, the shudders subside a bit, and the woman whirls around, her hair sticking to her cheeks.
“Get out!” she screams at me, clearly mortified. She flips down her skirt, hastily trying to smooth the fabric. “Who are you? How did you get into A Mouthful of Sweets! You can’t just walk back here!”