SELBY MAISON has worked her way up
from an orphan to a successful recording star. Only to find at
thirty-five her career is fading, she has a failed marriage, and now
can never have children. What's a girl to do?
DARIUS ANDROS is a
shape-shifting Satyr from Ancient Greece. He is searching for a soul
mate that can give him a family he so longs for. With one catch she
must be a descendant of the Nymphs for it to work.
accept the offer of undying love from Darius? To be immortal and be
able to have children that would be half Satyr? Together they must
face fears they both have and make a decision of life immortal or
Selby Maison stood in front of the
mirror and watched as her fingers caressed the healed scar that ran
from her navel to the top of her pussy.
There was a time
when she took pleasure in gazing at her own body, but now she
couldn’t bear to look at her reflection and she definitely wasn't
going to torment a man into lying about how sexy she
To seduce a
woman of wealth and notoriety, a man would use every trick in the
book, including lying. Such men, generally speaking, were lousy
fucks with huge egos. Egos that required you to lie about their
alleged sexual prowess that left you frustrated and
lousy fuck only taught you how to become as consummate a liar as he
was by telling him how great he was in bed. It was shameful
what a woman would do and say to not sleep alone.
Now that Selby
couldn't have babies, the thought of marriage was no longer
appealing. What good was the white picket fence without
children playing behind them? She didn't look forward to
explaining to every potential partner that he was giving up his
opportunity to have children by being with her.
As she turned to
the side, she had no choice but to admit she never took pleasure in
looking at her body in the mirror, because her stomach and hips had
always been too big for generally-accepted standards of beauty. Her
naturally large breasts were so heavy they started going south when
she turned twenty-five. Now at thirty-five, just three years
after her partial hysterectomy, her stomach, tits, hips, and ass had
become what seemed to be one big mass of flesh.
Yes, she was one
of the obese American statistics you always hear about. A
native of Alabama, she was a lifetime member of the S.B.A.S.B.W.,
Southern Big Ass Society of Black Women.
It was not a
myth that southern women could cook and she was no exception. Her
foster mother made sure that she would be a virginal bride and
homemaker with a good Holiness background. These genteel
qualities in no way helped in her battle to be
was it possible to be thin when it only took two hours to whip up
her own batch of biscuits, complimented by some smokin' smothered
fried chicken, accompanied by a jar of sweet iced tea, and topped
off with a thick slice of double chocolate cake?
When a woman can
sit down at the table and enjoy her own cooking she knows she
doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of wearing a size
six. As part of her first contract in the entertainment
industry, there had been a stipulation that she maintain her figure
between a size six and eight. Depressed from her failed
marriage, she took comfort in the kitchen and once she reached a
size ten, they broke her contract and dumped her from their
This wasn't a
big deal for a platinum recording artist. Immediately she
signed with another label and they stood by her all the way up to a
size eighteen; then they, too, dropped her.
So now, she was
a size twenty-two and working in local Las Vegas casinos while
earning revenue from her old hits. Her best friend and manager,
Zaza, had hustled a comeback contract and they were waiting for new
songs that she didn't know if she was capable of
The one thing
Selby could admit was she was lonely and horny as hell. Her
lover of the past three years had been her fine, double-door white
refrigerator loaded with all her favorite goodies. She was a
woman who had lost her zest for life.
the dreams started a couple of years ago, the comfort of food was no
when did a woman get to the point where she could forgive herself
for choosing career over children? When would she stop blaming
herself for squandering her youth in order to please others?
With a yawning
sigh, Selby moved away from the mirror. Every time she walked
into the master bath with its Grecian marble floors, she remembered
she needed to buy more throw rugs. How she loved the feeling of
sinking her naked toes into the plush cream carpet of her dressing
ornamental knobs, she watched as the water rose along the sides of
the luxurious sunken bathtub.
She made sure
housekeeping hadn't reset the thermostat on the bathtub while she
twisted her mid-length hair atop her head, using extra-long bobby
pins to secure it in place.
down two rubber-covered steps and eased into the water, allowing it
to envelope her body into a cocoon of warmth.
With the press
of a button, the opening strains of music from her first album
flooded the room. Deep inside, she hoped it would eventually
spark some creative ideas for the current album.
It was no secret
her new producers had voiced concerns that she had lost her ability
to pen chart-topping songs. They even asked her to consider
singing tunes by other writers. Frowning as she reflected on
that request, she wondered how she could evoke an emotional
connection to her songs if they weren't HER songs? She
would know the difference, so would her fans.
Selby leaned her
head back and allowed her neck to rest on the bath pillow. She
closed her eyes, replaying the past few years of her life and
wondered how she managed to survive.
Her last album
hadn't been as successful as the first and she knew what the
difference had been. When she had written the first one, she
had been in love.
had been a fool for love. That is usually what happens when you
are in a one-sided relationship.
She opened her
heart, legs, house, and bank account to that man. Isn't that
what newly-married women are supposed to do? As Brian had
pointed out, why did she marry him if she didn't trust
Of course she
could have blamed her impetuous marriage, undertaken without a
prenuptial agreement, on too much alcohol, or because she was bored,
but that would have been a lie. She married him because she
loved him and his happiness had become her new goal in life; that
and having his babies, of course. Yet, for him there had never
been a good time to have children.
It had taken
nearly three years of large, unexplained withdrawals from her
account and a serious threat by one of her husband's loan sharks to
face the truth.
Once Zaza gave
her the report from the private investigator she had hired on her
behalf, there was no denying the truth. She had been living a
lie and now it all seemed obvious.
complaints of back pain, the phantom stomach cancer, and his
fictional work history, had been his way of manipulating her
emotions as he weaseled his way into her heart. The private
investigator's report confirmed that Brian's entire life was one big
pretense after another.
Three years into
the marriage trusting, supporting, and loving this man. Selby
learned she had married a complete stranger.
She had thought
that she was being a good Christian wife by supporting a loving man
presently down on his luck, only to find none of her life with Brian
had been real.
Were all women
this easily duped by a conniving man? Or was she particularly
vulnerable due to her feelings of low self-esteem and abandonment,
as her psychiatrist suggested during one of her overpriced therapy
growing up without knowing their real parents and having to accept
the foster family's refusal to adopt them was going to have issues.
It didn't take
much for her to figure out once they adopted her, no more
checks. Thus began the pattern of becoming a pawn for others'
reluctantly returned her thoughts back to Brian. She couldn't
believe that nothing absolutely nothing about Brian had been the
truth, not his expressed devotion to his hardworking mother who
raised three children alone, not his college degree in finance, or
the accountant executive position he chose to leave back in Georgia.
Selby had wanted
to believe everything; she had thought it was strange that his
cousin was safekeeping his vehicle back in Georgia while he was
living in Vegas utilizing public transportation. After awhile
she thought it seemed logical, since he had a new job that could
take him out of town at a drop of a hat.
She knew it was
strange that he was never able to produce an emergency contact
number where he could be reached at work and, when she finally put
her foot down and he gave her a number, it never dawned on her to
call and check.
She didn't mind
his mysterious job taking him away for days at a time; after all, it
had been an ideal situation for Selby. She was on the road a
lot with her own career and having a man with his own business
interests seemed the ideal situation. Yet, once she got a
permanent Vegas gig that allowed her to remain at home, she realized
he actually never traveled anywhere.
him when he told her he had asked for a desk position that would
allow him to do most of his accounting work from
She had seen him
working with numbers all the time and how was she to know they were
figures for bets he placed in the casino sports bars? She had
been a stupid ass, seeing only what she wanted to see, and paid
dearly for it with the hefty divorce settlement.
Selby opened her
eyes and reached out to shut off the water as she felt the soothing
liquid tickling russet-colored nipples.
She no longer
had to deal with monthly periods and, now that she could have
uninterrupted sex, the surgical scars and added weight made her
wondered if the hysterectomy would make a man's cock feel different
inside her. Would he be able to tell the difference? Would
this make her less desirable as a woman?
One old wives
tale she had heard from her elderly foster mother after surgery was
that her pussy would dry up and shrivel like a prune. Of
course, she didn't exactly say it like that, but Selby was terrified
up until she had taken a mirror and checked out her
plumbing. It was still a slippery, rosy twat and her ovaries,
which remained intact, allowed her to produce enough juices to drown
aloud, realizing that was a bit of an exaggeration; however, she was
thinking of buying stock in panty shields because she seemed to walk
around in a state of aroused wetness.
She sighed in
annoyance as she felt her clit tweak in agreement.
I hear ya,
Clitessa, she chastised, using the little pet name she gave
her clitoris, after all if men could name their cocks why couldn't
women name their buttons of joy?
some bath oil in her hand and worked up an oil slick between her
palms before she skimmed a slippery hand beneath one heavy breast to
glide her fingertips around the brunette areola with her free
more firmly, she tweaked and tugged until the pebble of her nipple
extended and she was able to lean forward and administer licks from
her hot, wet tongue. She licked, suckled, and gasped as she
released her nipple from her damp lips.
Selby could feel
the pull deep in her pussy and she crossed her ankles. She
flexed and released her thighs, feeling her vagina
warm up and her clit swell.
Easing her hands
downhill, she massaged and kneaded her fleshy belly along the trail
Once she found
her pubis bone, she pressed hard and elevated her hips to meet the
pressure of her wet fingers.
her pussy swelling with each pulse of blood racing to her tender
clit. She could feel the erect nub aching to be touched and she
was in no mood to deny her body.
parted the thick lips of her slick vaginal rim as she allowed her
thoughts to fantasize about a long, thick, wet tongue slipping into
and spreading her smooth slit.
Selby released a
fingered Clitessa but it wasn't enough, as she felt her climax
With her free
hand Selby reached out and smacked a familiar button on the side of
the marbled spa tub and the jet streams burst forth. She
scooted down and spread her thighs wide, past caring about her hair
getting wet or water spilling forward as she lifted her wet feet
outside the water to rest against the cool, hard sides of the
One hand held on
to the inside railing to keep her face above the water while the
other hand kept her encouraged pussy lips spread wide to allow the
full stinging pulse of the water against her clitoris to push her
towards the final surge into ecstasy
shuddering, panting rapidly, and her full lips trembled as if seized
by an Artic breeze. Her body began to quiver uncontrollably as
a climax tore through her body. She felt like liquid fire as
memories of a dream lover with dark locks of hair and pale green
eyes flashed in her mind.
Hot tears kissed
the surface of Selby's face as the overwhelming sensation of
emptiness flogged her heart.
God help me before I
go completely crazy. Why don't you just let me die?
She threw her
hands over her mouth and released a muffled scream as she succumbed
to her feelings of wretchedness.