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About the Author
    I obsess over all things naughty and
spontaneous. Growing up in the deep Romantic South, I was raised in
a prominent family who prided themselves on their ability to appear
normal to other socialites.
    Straying from my historical roots, I learned
to find pleasure within the secret world of swinging. In the eyes
of those who see me in the luxurious downtown Charleston shops, I
am the typical southern woman. In the eyes of those who know me
best, I am a sensual creature who thrives on spontaneous sexual
adventures.
    My motto is that it is best to try anything
at least once; if i derive pleasure from the experience, then I add
it to my repertoire of erotic journeys.
    For years I have kept track of my various
exploits in several purple spiral bound notebooks. It was on the
urging of my husband that some of be released for public enjoyment.
Actual occurrences are often further expanded on by descriptions of
the locations in which they happened, otherwise all stories are
fairly true to fact.
    I enjoy sensual “treats,” as I call them,
with women and men. But the thrill comes from spontaneity. With
every moment of my life having been planned and executed to the
minutest detail, I find a rush in the unexpected. Fondest locations
have been bank ATM enclosures, downtown Charleston alleyways, the
bow of yachts docked in the harbor, and even a fire truck.
    When I am not writing about my naughty
adventures, I maintain the appearance of structure. With two
children in college, I now have time to explore avenues that were
previously filled with family life. My husband and I now reside
outside the city limits of Charleston with my rescued dogs and a
cat.
    When I’m not delving between the legs of my
“treats,” I also enjoy paranormal investigations, interior design,
and helping homeless animals.
    Remember “the Queen of Diamonds will beat you
if she’s able; the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.”
    Laura
    http://laurabcooper.blogspot.com - http://www.laurabcooper.com - [email protected]

Karma
    Karma is a strange thing, I have spent hours
reading through book after book on how to strengthen and align my
karma. I understood how it worked but had never hit on the actual
alignment until a year ago. Finding my inner slut through the Tramp
Stamp Club had set into motion the chain of events that landed me
where I was now, in the foyer of the home of my dreams. Just
standing here made my clit throb as the house was everything that
we had ever wanted and needed all these years.
    Chris had come for the closing, but needed to
get back to the other house to tend to the animals. He would be
back in a week. He knew that I wouldn’t rest until the house was as
I wanted it to be, and that I would be up in the middle of the
night wandering around arranging things. There was no need for him
to endure that. Besides, someone needed to be with our pets until
the new kennel was ready for them to move with us.
    I wish he had at least come with me to the
house the first time though, I thought miserably. This was so
exciting that I needed a release, and I needed it now. My mind was
already imagining his prick rubbing against my breasts. If this
house turned me on this much, he was in serious trouble! I
desperately needed to get this orgasm out of my body or I wouldn’t
be able to think for the rest of the day.
    The staircase on the right side of the
massive two story foyer was one of the features that originally
attracted me to the house. It floated in mid air with seemingly no
structural support. I sat down on the second step and propped my
feet on the step below me. My underwear were little more than a few
strings that covered my partially shaved pussy. I slid my fingers
gently underneath my short skirt and spreading my legs on the steps
I slid my fingers onto my pounding clit, pressing deeply on the nub
until it recognized being answered. The flush swept through my body
as I massaged my ache until it slowly maneuvered