"Between These Thighs": Book One of The Cindarotica Collection

by Cinda "Cin" Cianelli

Overview

"Between These Thighs", Book One of The Cindarotica Collection is a very sensual and stimulatingly sexual book of short stories, dedicated to men, and written specifically for men. However, women enjoy reading Cin’s work as well. Cin has created an amazing collection of short-sensual stories that truly hold a man’s attention better than most stories you find in monthly gentlemen magazines with photos.

It is done with such class and elegance, that you will be amazed at how she uses just her words to stir up your passion deep within you, almost effortlessly; allowing you to know and to feel how you make women experience sexual pleasures from the very beginning to the vivid and explosive end.

All of your senses will be totally immersed into every moment, every touch of her body, the warm whispers to her ear, the moistness that wets her panties, the earthy smells of her, the intense moans of pleasure, as well as her climax into earth-quaking orgasms.

Yes, her work will definitely have you aroused; hypnotizing you to be that man in her stories, while feeling her every word come alive, making you feel her in ways that you have never felt a woman, and that is—without being physically touched!!

“Between These Thighs" is not just another book about erotica; The Cindarotica Collection is the EPITOME of Erotica for men!

Her stories will keep you on the edge of your seat or bed from “Early Morning” to “When The Night Falls”.

You will feel the passion of her words and the heat of the emotion, from “Untouched” to “Taste”, and be transported to that sensual moment in time with pieces like “He Wooed Me”, “My Birthday Card To Him”, "The Doctor’s Office”, “Call To Me”, and “He Is”.

You will be thrilled with the anticipation of “In The Rain” and love her whispers of “I Miss You”, “Finding In Lost”, "Day Dreaming You", and “I Like”.

From the visual sensation of “Watching Me Dress” to the lip licking enjoyment of “The Quickie” you will “Listen”, “In The Dark”, while your juices melt “Like Chocolate”, stating “I Liked It Though".

Each story will take you on a stimulating roller-coaster ride from anticipation, to wanting her; from desire to total self-gratification.

This book also comes in audio-book format (CD without photos), However, I must warn you now, that the audio book is intensely laced with her sensual sounds of lovemaking.

And yes, the photos inside of “Between These Thighs” are of Cin, as well as the audio book being read in her own voice, to the sexual sounds that resonates her orgasms from ear to ear, and down your spine; almost as if she is standing behind you, leaning over, and breathing her warm words into your ear.

For years women have had their romance novels, and it is about damned time that you guys have yours!!

Do not wait any longer—purchase your copy today!!

Enjoy and thank you…

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781468549898
Publisher:	AuthorHouse
Publication date:	03/06/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	140
File size:	2 MB

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"Between These Thighs"

Book One of The Cindarotica Collection

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By Cinda "Cin" Cianelli

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Cinda "Cin" Cianelli
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4685-4991-1

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Chapter One

TASTE

He ...

He told me to taste it
"Taste what?" I said.

"Taste you, to taste what you taste like,
like I taste you in the dark of night."

I taste and what I taste is the taste of love,
the taste of me,
the taste of the essence of my womanhood,
my sexuality.

My taste that he tastes, when he tastes me.

He's got me open,
open to see, open to feel the feel of me,
my being,
my soul,
and to set it all free.

Mmmmm ...

I am feeling what he feels,
what he sees,
what he needs,
what he feels when he feels me.

Damn he's good at brining out what he brings out in me,
bringing out that "Ooooo Weeee" in me,
that passion,
that storm,
that thunder,
that arousal in me.

"Tease me." He said,
"Tease how?"

"Tease with touch,
with moves to move that body so sensually,
to make me make you want me,
to make me want me too."

"To move your body slow,
and I touch myself as it grows.

To grind, twist, and to turn;
to make slow sexual churns."

Mmmmm ...
He aroused me ...

Waiting ...
Waiting for me to let him taste me.

To taste me like he tastes me when I taste myself, and I let him.

I let him let me, when we touch each other so sexually.

Mmmmm ... don't stop baby ...

Taste, that taste that you taste, when you taste, as I taste me.

Ooooo ... He!!!

HE WOOED ME

He wooed me with his words ... had me glowing, dreaming dreams, feeling feelings of aliveness beyond anything that I had ever known.

His words, softly kissing my cheek, my eyes, my lips my very breath that breathed deep in shivers of what was him.

I think now of how soft he was at capturing my attention ... me ... my complete focus with his damned words that caused me to drown so deep within him ... within myself, for a moment, feeling free ... feeling ... lost.

His voice deep and low, with a vibration that caused my heart to beat faster, then hold still the beat!! Causing me to gasp, as I reach my hands to my chest, lowering my head, to catch my breath ... as if it would run away ... if I had not.

He wooed me like no other ... speaking his magic words that collapsed my heart into his hands, feeling the roughness of his palms, the edges of his fingertips and jagged fingernails that clung to it ... holding it ... with his full attention ... and with mine.

He is the distraction from my life ... from my goals ... from all that I am and aspire to be. Gently blowing his warm breath into me, breathing me in, not wanting to exhale me, as I am captured in this rapture of lustful silence, listening to his breathing as it nurtures my desire for him ... intensifies my desire for him.

My gown slowly falls to the floor, catching the softness of the summer air that blew gently into the windows of my room ... hardening my nipples ... shivering my body ... gasping in almost a lusty sound of silence.

I wrap my arms around me. Shielding myself from him. Not wanting to let him back into my heart, into my life, as he drops softly to his knees and slowly; he—crawls to me.

He woos me in silence, with his eyes, and his eyes showing me his thoughts that are hidden behind them, lowering them with a passion that burned through the blue of them like a silent but raging fire in the dead of night.

The love that we had made in the past, the love that he made to me, and I to him clouded my mind with silken threads of soft moaning, twisted into each other, into our arms, legs hands, fingertips and lips, softly he was and is my distraction.

Crawling to me now. In sadness and sorrow until he reaches my nakedness, looking up into my eyes as his desires burned deep inside of him. He stands before me on his knees for a moment, then rests his head into the warmness of my womb, and I feel my body tremble and jerk, as if it to scream out—"Take ... Me ... Now!!"

He woos me with his hands, as they lightly touch the backs of my calves, gliding up the back of my legs to rest just underneath my round firm ass. Tucking them between my thighs I ... I feel his fingertips touch my pussy and I quiver into almost losing my balance—I am dizzy with him!!

He knows where to touch me, how to touch me, ways to touch me to make me forget that I was angry and never wanting to see his face again.

But—But I, I unravel my arms from my body to him, to touch his head, to run my fingers through his hair; pulling him closer into my womb and I feel my eyes tear up with strong emotion.

I feel his mouth kiss me on the soft patch of hair that tickled his lips; making them part while the warmth of his breath engulfed me. Releasing me. Shivering me. Teasing me, to release my raging passion I had stored within myself for him.

With my head back, and face to the ceiling, my tears roll down my face, into his hair, as I feel his tears on my belly while he grabbed and held me hard around my waist—to him.

I think of his wooing words that drowned me so deep, in the beginning, when we first met, while his soft lips kiss my navel and he look up into my eyes and my tears drip down onto his tears that soaked into his face.

"You Make Me So Weak For You Baby!!" He said, smoothly, smothering me in that low, deep and rustic voice; charming me, hypnotizing me to let him back into me; into my heart, into my soft wetness that he so desires of me.

I—I try to hold strong

But feel my body collapse around him!

Curling around him!

Withering into a puddle around him!

Of weakened desire around him!

On the floor around him!

Spreading my legs around him!

Right before him!

With Him!

I Am ...

Free again!

Feeling ...

Lost!

LISTEN

Listen ...

Shhhhhhhhh ...

Listen ...

Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ...

Listen deep into my words
as if you are sliding inside of me for the very first time,

And feel me.

Feel the thumping of my heart,
my blood that courses through my veins.

All of what you are feeling inside of me;
is exactly what I feel for you ...

I have completely lost control,
allowing myself to feel you underneath my skin.

Allowing you to feel me up with your lust for me ...
Giving myself to you in ways that makes me weaker for you.

Weak for your eyes to look into mine,
weak to see the warming of your skin;
the nervousness of your gaze,
and you,
trying to fight your urge to taste me.

Shhhhhh ...

Listen ...
Listen to my words
as if you can feel them echo from my pussy to your lips,
with soft juicy kisses,
sealing them to say nothing,
but to say everything.

I can see all of your dirty little secrets,
your desires;
the fire,
the lust,
and you ...
wanting to lick me.

I can feel you.
I can feel you just the way you want me to feel you.

Listen ...

Listen closely to how our bodies call out to each other,
wanting so badly for what we are trying to hold back.

Fighting, and wrestling with trying to walk away,
but knowing that we cannot.

So listen to me ...

I want you,
I want to feel you inside of me.

Wetting Me ...

Licking Me ...

Tickling Me ...

Sucking Me ...

Creaming Me ...

Touching Me ...

Kissing Me ...

Craving Me ...

Deep inside of me ...

The way you need it ...

Make me feed it ...

All of your desires ...

To taste me ...

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh ...

LISTEN ...

MY BIRTDAY CARD TO HIM

My perfume fills your nostrils and catch you off guard, causing you to slowly turn yourself towards the doorway of your bedroom; towards me standing there in the shadows, looking upon your chiseled body of granite; staring at those big arms, hands, abs, ass and thighs.

Waiting for everything you are going to give to me tonight baby! Just looking at you and your body gives me orgasms ... Shittttt!!!!

"Happy Birthday Baby", I say, while leaning against the door post, dressed in a long sheer black robe; underneath it, a black heavily laced corset, six-inch heels, and seamed thigh-high stockings.

As I turn towards you, your mouth opens slowly, your eyes widen, and your breathing increases; as your nipples harden and your muscles begin to twitch; you touch and adjust yourself.

Aaaaah yessss ... I can see your erection baby, Mmmmm ... Hmmmm ...

In my hands, I hold a warm tiny birthday cake, just for you; overflowing with vanilla icing that drips down over both my hands and fingers, with one lit candle placed neatly in its center. The candle flickers, casting a wicked shadow and light dance across my face and breasts.

Aaaaah ... I sigh, walking toward you slowly, making sure that you are taking me all in. I see your body intensely jerk with excitement and your shaft rises even more.

Mmmmm ... I say with a devilish grin on my face, "It is your birthday baby!" Smiling that smile that lets you know that I want it all tonight.

I stop and stand in front of you, extending the cake outward for you to blow out your candle, I slowly bend over to assist you, as the light from the candle dances wickedly between us. I make sure that you see my bulging breasts heaving over the top of my tightly laced corset that I wore just for you.

With that visual, you lose your breath, and I part my red full lips to assist you; your body jerks and trembles almost uncontrollably, as I softly blow the candle out for you.

When the smoke from the candle clears, you take the cake from my hands; I stare into your eyes and slowly begin to suck the icing from the tip of my finger, staring into your face, watching you ... feeling you ... feeling me, and all that I am going to let you take from me tonight baby.

Reaching out to your face, I smear my icing covered fingers across your lips, parting them to slowly insert them into your mouth with no resistance from you, and you lick your tongue in between them; sucking, slowly, licking; moaning with every movement of them.

"That's nice baby, I like that—I like it all" you moan with a mischievous smile to your face.

I smear some of the icing onto your chin, neck, nipples, and then to the top of my breasts, as you moan that low deep growling sound of pleasure that only you know how to arouse me with. I then smear the icing onto my lips and neck; then slowly drop the sheer robe to the floor, revealing it all—everything!!

THIS IS YOUR BIRTHDAY CARD FROM ME BABY!!

Yessss ...

You watch my robe fall slowly to the floor; your body shakes, as your eyes trail up my long and shapely legs, enjoying every part of me. You gaze slowly up my body to see my three fingers stuffed deep into my mouth, sucking intensely; licking the last of the icing from my fingers. I reach down to you and hold your chin in my hand, looking down into your eyes,

"It is your birthday baby." I say in a low and sensual tone, softly smiling.

Your eyes open wide, then lower almost instantly, intensely, animalistically, as you move to stand and touch my breasts that are pulsating with intense breathing and anticipation.

I aggressively push you backwards onto the bed, reach down and slowly pull my panties to the side, smear the vanilla icing from your tiny birthday cake onto my pussy. "Mmmmm, that feels soooo gooood", I moan with pleasure.

You sit up pulling yourself to the edge of the bed, licking your lips, eagerly waiting my next move. I stand in front of you with my legs parted, and direct you to slowly pull my sheer g-string panties down around my ankles; your hands tremble uncontrollably and your shaft jerks with a raging force, while you rub your hands up and down my seamed stockings, sneaking glances into my face.

"Aaaaah yessss baby, I like this birthday present", you whisper in a deep growl, raising up from me stepping out of my panties, parting my legs wider, positioning myself for what I know you want to give to me tonight.

Your face meets my icing-covered pussy, and I can feel the hotness of your breath on it. You pause staring in excitement, while it swells and opens like a flower to you, seeping its juices.

You look upward into my eyes, as I stand over you, smiling and trembling for you to taste me. "Have a taste." I say, looking down at you; guiding your head into me with my hand.

You dive into my vanilla icing, sending jolts through my body as you lick it frantically from my juiciness. I jerk and grind into your mouth, with uncontrollable orgasms; knees buckling, back arching, strong convulsions of pleasure bolting through me—through the both of us. "Damn baby you are so good", I cry out sinking into the twirling softness of your tongue.

I grab the back of your head and press your face deeper into my swollen pussy, grinding to the rhythm of your tongue. "Ooooo baby", I scream out while you continue to suck away the last of the vanilla, then come up for air, licking your lips, looking into my eyes with a hunger that sent another orgasm through the core of my soul.

Mmmmm ... "Happy Birthday Baby", I giggle loudly, and you quickly fling me over onto the bed causing my ass to be mounted up and into the air.

"I am not finished with you yet baby", you say in a deep growl. I lie there shaking and quaking with orgasms, then turn to look back; I see you drop to your knees and bury your face deep into my thick swollen wetness, and with both your big strong hands you begin to caress, grip, and spank the thickness of my round ass; then lick and kiss it.

I scream out with intense pleasure, as my body shoots off of your mouth like a rocket across the bed, barely able to catch my breath from cumming so hard.

I turn onto my back, and dig my heels deep into your bed, propping myself up on your pillows, positioning myself in the center of your California King size playground. Waiting, waiting for what is next, for what you want to give to me; Mmmmm, for what you want to make me feel.

Still with my high-heeled shoes, thigh-high stockings, and corset on, I begin to prepare myself for what was coming next; after all it is your birthday, and I am yours, yours for the taking. However you want it. However you want me.

I watch as you stand there, slowly unbuttoning your button-fly jeans, staring at me intensely, as I stare at the huge bulge pushing out against your pants.

Your shaft is so hard and stiff that it gets caught just underneath the band of your boxer briefs. You reach down to free it and it pops out thick, long, hard, and ready to enter me. Thumping, throbbing, pulsing like an angry beast.

"Damn baby, this is going to be soooo damn gooood", you say, staring into my face.

I grasp the thick comforter with both hands as you crawl onto the bed towards me, I gasp, as my body began to tremble, quivering, quaking with eyes open wide and wild, thinking out loud about the size of it.

"How is all of that going to fit baby?" I ask with fear in my voice.

You mount yourself over me, kissing and licking the icing from my lips and breasts. "You're going to be just fine baby, I am going to make you feel so good", you speak with a smoothness to your voice.

I try to relax, but nervously lick the last of the icing from your chin, neck and nipples, thinking silently to myself, "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Are you ready for what I am going to give to you baby?" "Are you ready for me?" You say, growling and moaning, as you began to sink your thick hard shaft into my wet, tight, pussy.

"No baby, I do not think that I can handle, handdllllllleee, hh—handdlle it!!!

Ooooh Shittttt Baby ... Wait!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!

HE IS

Sitting here in the darkness of my room ... thinking ... thinking that he could have been the one, and I walked away on the verge of him—asking me to stay.

His kisses haunting me now, burning a fire deep into my wet moist place, causing me to dream, to daydream of what could have been, not realizing until now that he was ... my Italia.

He was the whispers that called to me, that swooned my body, that made its way underneath my skin, crawling, tickling, and teasing me just how I wanted to be teased ... how I needed ... to be teased.

His kisses were the kiss of my king, my knight, my love that made my heart take flight. Feeling his hands grab my body, pulling me into him, tucking me into his warm embrace.

My eyes close now, almost feeling that moment again, that one night that we shared together, not wanting to let go of that new feeling that hit us both like a ton of bricks.

Walking hand in hand, arm in arm, stretching the night out as long as we could. Sneaking glances, and touching fingertips that sparked light, flaming into desire, stopping to look into each other's eyes that sparkled like stars in the moonlit sky.

And now—I sit here alone, with thoughts of his lips to mine, awakening me like the sun, warming me with hands touching my nude body as I lay myself backwards onto my bed, with a spinning head—full of him, and allowing my hands to touch myself in all the places that I would have let him touch me—if I had stayed.

I see his eyes open wide as his face levels to mine, then lower as his breath escapes him. I feel his lips trembling and warm, drowning me into a deep passion. I lose my breath, looking at him through squinting eyes, pulling back, not able to speak—weak!

Turning belly down now, while my body stirs into my covers, I grab hold of my pillow, focusing on his tallness, his thickness, his lips, his eyes, his strong thighs and the way that he looked at me from across the room.

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Foreword....................ix
Preface....................xi
Acknowledgements....................xiii
Taste....................1
He Wooed Me....................4
Listen....................8
My Birtday Card To Him....................12
He Is....................17
Daydreaming You....................21
Early Morning....................25
In The Rain....................29
The Doctor's Office....................45
Like Chocolate....................50
I Liked It Though....................53
I Miss You....................56
Call To Me....................63
I Like....................66
In The Dark....................71
Untouched....................78
When The Night Falls....................82
The Quickie....................87
Watching Me Dress....................93
Finding In Lost Coming Soon Book Two: "I Am Cin!!"....................103
Teaser Page: The Art Of The Blow....................111
What Is Next For Cin And Cindarotica....................113
Links, Blogs, And More Cinful Information....................115
Author Biography....................117