Some of the men were starting to get drawn to Isis’s mountain range. Her breasts were enormous and evidently her doctor had made her sign a contract promising she would never cover his masterpieces. Sydney had not once seen her buxom friend without deeply plunging necklines and some minute amount of clingy, chokingly restrictive fabric restraining her breasts from their obvious mission of escaping to unfettered pastures where they could bobble freely. Sydney was far more familiar with Isis’s breast geography than she really felt she needed to be, and after years of unconscious up close scrutiny and way too much sheer clothing on Isis’s part, she remained convinced that the doctor had misaligned Isis’s left nipple just a tad to the left. Sydney’s left that is. The symmetry was just ever so slightly off. It was sort of like having one nipple looking directly at her, while the other stared off over Sydney’s shoulder. It could be a little disconcerting after enough tequila. Sydney would find herself looking over her shoulder as well, just to see what the nipple was staring at so intently.
Even exercising, Isis had managed to find sports bras that enhanced her mammaries as opposed to Sydney who always seemed to have a mono-boob. A sweaty mono-boob. Isis’s breasts never appeared anything but pristine and inviting, like two ripe, round, firm melons just inviting someone to bite them. Sydney, on the other hand, would have sweat start at the collarbone and rush like a river in between her two squashed and droopy fun sacks. The sweat collected at the base of her running bra and then somehow the extra found its way up around each areola so that after running Sydney looked like she had two gigantic drink coasters outlining the front of each boob. She never felt sexier. Not so much.
How Isis’s inflatables could still lift and separate, seemingly buoyant, while Sydney’s melded into one sweaty, mashed, fatty mass with two nipples pointing whichever way grabbed their fancy always amazed her. Isis mentioned occasionally that she would be happy to refer her surgeon to her, but Sydney had a fundamental fear of undergoing general anesthesia in order to gain accoutrements. Instead, she relied on $ 50 bras from Victoria’s Secret which made her boobs look nice and fake. The only downside being if she ever had to take her bra off with a man who had fallen in love with her for her breasts, he might be in for a rude shock.
Title: Sole Obsession
Author: Pam Stanley
Genre: Erotic Romance / Comedy
A sizzling red hot and very funny erotic romance series starring the spunky heroine Sydney Wilde, presents Book 1- ‘Sole Obsession’. This is the perfect easy pool read book, complete with suspense and comedy, and topped with a large serving of indulgent sexy scenarios. The storyline follows a frustrated woman looking for love, all the while unaware she is the sole obsession of a predator who is determined they shall be together. The Wilde Horses are her group of friends, all sexually confident and happy to share their skills and passion. You will certainly recognize at least one person you know among these characters, if you don’t recognize yourself. The book will thrill, excite, and make you laugh out loud as well as look over your shoulder more often. Enjoy the journey and look for the next in the series, Book 2-‘ Evangeline,Miss Match’… AKA ‘The Online Date Killer’ coming soon!
Pam Stanley is a Southern California transplant to Kansas City, and if you are in a great pub or night-life place there, he or she is probably standing right near you watching for you to do something funny or ridiculous so a good story comes out of it. When not writing, Pam is tossing back beers with friends, running for miles, or taking in any of the fantastic live sports and music Kansas City has to offer. Most of Pam’s friends don’t even know who Pam Stanley actually is. Do you?
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