Naked Truth

Excerpt From: Naked Truth

“I wish I’d find…” Sheri smiled at Jules and Monica over the top of the candles on her penis-shaped birthday cake. “An adoring lover who’d fuck me every day. Every way.” Puckering up, Sheri blew, and all twenty-five flames flickered out.

She’d yearned for love and lots of sex for as long as she could remember and, after losing her virginity on her fifteenth birthday, she’d fallen madly in love--with sex. Not with the guy who took her cherry. But with the marvellous act of fucking. A hot, slick cock sliding in and out of her dripping, wet pussy, plunging until she went off like she’d been shot from a cannon—how heavenly was that? Making out with a guy made her feel loved, even though she knew it wasn’t necessarily true.

Dipping her finger in the creamy, pink frosting on the head of the luscious cock, Sheri closed her eyes and sucked off the gooey confection while thinking about sucking cum off a slick penis. She’d made the same wish for the last ten years, and her two best friends, knowing what to expect, had ordered her this specialty cake. “Yummy.”

“We know you’d prefer the real thing.” Monica chuckled as she raised her champagne glass. “May all your sexual fantasies come true.”

The three of them didn’t get to see one another often since graduating from college, where they’d been inseparable. Having earned degrees, they’d gone their separate ways, but they got together for birthdays and other special occasions—like Monica’s wedding last month. Today, the three of them had met for lunch at their favourite café, Yesterdays, and Sheri was opening her birthday gifts over dessert. Her parents were never big on celebrations, but she had received a check in today’s mail, and her sister had sent a gift card for her favourite beauty salon, with a note reminding Sheri that long hair wasn’t becoming as a woman grew older.

“The number of flames keeps growing,” Sheri said, sighing as she ran her fingers through her fiery locks. For almost a year, she’d had a smoking hot lover and had been blissfully happy. But since he’d abruptly dumped her, her sex life was almost nonexistent. Marco had loved the way her flowing red hair splayed out on the pillow, but she wasn’t getting it cut even to spite him. “If the man of my dreams doesn’t show up soon, I’ll be too old and feeble to blow out the candles.”

“Twenty-five is not old,” Monica said. “Don’t be silly.”

“Besides, I think…this year might be different.” Jules winked as she pushed a pink envelope across the table. Since writing a best-selling guidebook for singles, Telling Love from Lust, Jules had made a ton of money and loved spending her new wealth on amazing gifts for old friends. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” Sheri turned it over in her hands and wondered what wonderful surprise it contained. Last Christmas, Jules had sent Monica a Fantasy Man, and now Monica was happily married. Not to the guy from the Fantasies Unlimited agency, but to an unsuspecting carpenter who’d shown up at her door first. Through a case of mistaken identity, Monica had experienced all the sexual fun and fantasies with the wrong guy, who had turned out to be Mr. Right.