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Andrea at the Center

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04/08/2013
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Andrea at the Center by J.P. Kansas

"You're going to here at the Center for a few months. It's going to be the most enlightening experience of your life. When it's over, you'll be returned to where you taken from—a different woman."

Young and beautiful Andrea is, without warning, whisked away to a secret location, where a mysterious group devotes itself to the pursuit of sexual enlightenment through the use of many sensual techniques. Gradually, she's introduced to the ways of the Center by the people that gladly occupy it. Her sense of self and her understanding of sexuality are profoundly challenged, leading her to a new understanding of herself and the deepest sexual satisfaction.

 Andrea at the Center, previously published by Masquerade in the 90's, has been fully revised with titillating updates for our Pink Flamingo readers! J.P. Kansas will thrill you with his stunning tale of straight, lesbian and gay sex, bondage, exhibitionism and all sorts of sex toys and dolls! The excitement does not stop there, however. Andrea's experiences are sure to arouse every fetish; from spanking and collars to threesomes and voyeurism. Andrea at the Center has everything you want in an erotic novel and more!


Excerpt

Andrea opened the towel and sat on the bed. She’d finished putting the lotion on her face, neck, arms, chest, and stomach when Emmy, wearing a bathrobe, came in. Andrea gathered the towel around herself.
“That lotion's good, isn't it?” Emmy asked.
“Yes, it's really helping.”
“I'll do your back.”
“Thanks. It’s still burning a little there.” Andrea handed Emmy the bottle and turned her back, unwrapping the towel but holding it to her chest.
Andrea felt Emmy touch her shoulders. Emmy smoothed the lotion into her shoulders and neck.
“Ohhhhh. That feels good.”
“I’m sure you've had quite a day, Annie. Lie down. I'll give you a massage.” With her hands, she urged Andrea down.
Andrea lay down on her stomach, arranging the towel over her buttocks.
Emmy poured lotion between Andrea's shoulder blades. She massaged Andrea's back with the lotion. Andrea felt herself drifting into a reverie.
Emmy’s hands reached the small of Andrea's back and continued down, working the rise of her body just above the buttocks. She brushed the towel a little lower each time she reached it. Andrea’s heart raced.
Emmy continued her massage without changing her touch, as if unconcerned she was touching Andrea's bottom. Gradually, Emmy brushed the towel away completely.
Her hands moved over Andrea's buttocks and thighs. As Emmy worked the muscles, her fingers moved casually into the cleavage.
Andrea opened her mouth to protest, but Emmy's hands had already moved away.
Emmy worked down Andrea's left leg to her toes. She moved to Andrea’s right leg, starting at the toes.
As Emmy's hands reached Andrea's thigh, Andrea found herself waiting for the moment she’d feel Emmy's hands on her groin again. Her heart pounded, not in fear but in anticipation, and she knew she’d grown wet. As Emmy's hands moved up her thigh, Andrea opened her legs a little wider.
Emmy massaged Andrea's right thigh with both hands. The side of Emmy's hand pressed against Andrea’s labia. Andrea’s heart and clitoris pounded in unison. She didn’t know whether she was frightened or aroused or both.
Emmy massaged Andrea's thigh, her left hand pressing a little more directly against Andrea's labia. Now, it was between them. Andrea didn’t know whether the noise she made was of pleasure or of protest.
“Shhhh,” Emmy whispered, stroking. “Shhhh.”
Andrea burned with pleasure and fear and desire and confusion. “Emmy…” She was so wet protest seemed absurd.
“Shhhhh.” Emmy’s fingers slipped and slid against Andrea’s clitoris.
Emmy changed position. She took her hand away for a moment. At that moment, Andrea realized, she could break what only seemed to be an inevitable progression. But she lay still.
Emmy took off her robe and lay down, her body against Andrea's. Her hand returned between Andrea's legs. Andrea felt Emmy's small breasts pressing against her back, the nipples hard, Emmy's legs against her own, Emmy's breath on her neck, and then her lips.
Andrea sighed. She’d never felt anything so sweet.
Emmy moved down Andrea's back, her small breasts brushing against her, her hands caressing and stroking. She covered Andrea's back with kisses. Andrea's heart pounded. Emmy moved down, kissing Andrea everywhere she went.
Emmy reached Andrea's buttocks, kissing and gently biting. She ran her tongue in the cleavage. Andrea sighed.
With both hands, Emmy moved Andrea's legs apart. She knelt between them and ran her tongue in the cleavage. Putting her hands on Andrea's hips, Emmy urged her up. Andrea found herself on her shoulders and knees, her head turned to one side, pressed hard against the bed, her legs wide apart, her back arched.
Emmy's hands moved to Andrea’s buttocks, separating them. Her tongue started at the base of Andrea's spine and ran straight down, pushing insistently. It ran over Andrea's anus, between the labia, and down to the clitoris.
She’d never even been licked like this before. Michael had used his mouth on her a few times, when they’d been drinking more than usual, or after seeing a sexy movie, but always with Andrea lying on her back. He’d tongue her clitoris, but never moved his mouth lower, and he’d stop after a little while.
Emmy's fingers stayed at Andrea's clitoris, but her tongue didn’t, running instead up from Andrea's clitoris, between her labia, past her anus and up to her spine, and back down again, over and over. Then, a last time, Emmy's tongue moved up from Andrea's clitoris, reached Andrea's anus, and entered.
Andrea was repelled, disgusted, ashamed, embarrassed. But the sensation was somehow making Emmy's caresses infinitely more stimulating. It wasn’t only the sensation but the act itself. You’re so desirable, it said, every part of you is worth kissing. And, just as arousing: I’ll have you everywhere. You’ll withhold nothing.
As Emmy tongued Andrea's anus, she put her thumb inside Andrea's vagina, her other fingers caressing Andrea's clitoris.
Andrea couldn’t tell where one sensation left off and another began. She was being caressed, kissed, suckled everywhere. She swayed on the precipitous brink, and then was swept into a tumultuous orgasm.
As her senses cleared, tears welled up in Andrea’s eyes. She sobbed.
“Shhh. Shhh, Annie,” came Emmy's whisper. She lay down next to Andrea. “It's okay.” With her hands, Emmy urged Andrea to turn toward her. Andrea sobbed into Emmy's shoulder.
“I don't know why I'm crying. I…”
“You don't have to explain.” Emmy stroked her back, kissed her forehead. “Look at me.”
Andrea's heart raced as she met Emmy's glistening eyes.
They were the most beautiful eyes Andrea had ever seen, in the most beautiful face. Andrea found herself kissing Emmy. She could taste her own sexual fluids—and a stranger, darker taste. She pressed her body against Emmy's, breasts against breasts, groin against groin, legs against legs. Emmy's was the softest skin she’d ever felt.
It was as if she was breathing a richer air than she could handle. It was as if she was in love.
Emmy returned Andrea's kisses, running her hands from Andrea's neck down her back to her bottom.
“I've never done... I've never been with a woman before. Does this mean I’m a...?”
“It doesn't mean anything.”
“You made me feel wonderful.”
“Mmmmm.”
“You're so beautiful.” Andrea trembled with what was already a familiar confusing mixture of feelings. She lowered her lips to Emmy’s breast, kissing its small, erect nipple, each hand encircling a breast.
Emmy fell onto her back.
Andrea didn’t understand the feelings leading her on. Kissing Emmy's breasts seemed the most exciting thing she’d ever done. She under¬stood now what her boyfriends loved. Her own breasts ached. She was already on the plateau of another climax.
Shaking, Andrea crept down Emmy's body, kissing the soft skin below her breasts, then the softer skin of Emmy's stomach, then the softer skin of Emmy's upper thighs, and then, after a brief hesitation, the softest skin between.
Andrea put her mouth to Emmy's clitoris. Andrea realized she knew exactly what to do, as if she’d often been with another woman.
She’d never tasted anything so good, never smelled anything more arousing. With every taste, she herself grew wetter, more swollen, more drenched with pleasure, as if her mouth was on herself.
Emmy raised her knees into the air, grasping her thighs to bring her pelvis even further forward.
Andrea licked Emmy from clitoris to her inner lips. An impulse was forming. She was terrified, but it was irresistible.
Andrea ran her tongue up between Emmy's labia and down again, this time slightly lower. She moved her tongue up again, meeting her fingers on Emmy's clitoris, and then down again, a little further. Emmy pulled her thighs more tightly to her chest. Andrea's tongue brushed Emmy's anus.
She ran her tongue to Emmy’s clitoris and then down again, this time all the way to Emmy’s other orifice. She pressed her tongue in deep and hard. Emmy sighed. Andrea darted her tongue in and out. Her fingers played on Emmy's clitoris. Emmy moaned with every breath, faster and faster. Andrea put a hand between her own legs. She felt Emmy's body tense against her fingers and her tongue. Emmy arched up, pressing up against Andrea's penetrating tongue. Andrea's fingers sent them both into orgasm.

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Product Reviews

  1. Sensually Erotic

    Posted by SarahKat on 9th Jul 2013

    The first thoughts that comes to mind when I think about the time I spent reading Andrea at the Center are my favorite BOB, multiple orgasms, and sexual slavery in the best way.

    I LOVED this book. From the first page, everything is exciting and the pace is perfect for the length of the story. I enjoyed the first chapter almost more than the rest of the book. The author doesn't waste time with long, drawnout descriptions, but dives into the exciting stuff right away.

    There are no sexual boundaries in this book! J.P. Kansas did not shy away from the taboo, this was one of those "anything goes" erotica stories and I found it very very HAWT. Like, whip out BOB and shut the cat out of the room hot.

    I'm very impressed by the beautiful writing style, and how the author wrote sensual and romantic sex scenes (like the first time Emmy and Andrea have sex) and somehow made them dirty good fun as well. That takes talent!

    I learned quite a lot from this book, and I'm eager to read more from J.P. Kansas. If you are interested in BDSM or taboo themes, check this book out.


  2. May change your life

    Posted by M Jet on 29th May 2013

    This book was absolutely fantastic. It totally screwed up a decent night sleep because I was compelled to stay up until 3 am to finish it. Unlike a lot of erotica, this story is very sophisticated and well written. It conveys images of every sexual taste without being tasteless or trashy. Incredible imagery. Additionally, I loved the plot and underlying themes of learning to be free to be comfortable with who we are. Despite the erotic content, this book read like great suspense fiction. Highly recommend!


  3. A scorching banquet of erotic experiences...

    Posted by Candace Smith on 2nd Apr 2013

    ‘Andrea at the Center’ is a sizzling spiral into sexual fantasy. Andrea awakens at the Center, and finds herself plunged into an erotic world of provocative experiences. Things she would never…could never…conceive of experiencing, make her question her sexuality. With the assurance she will eventually be released, Andrea lets go of her inhibitions and immerses herself in the quick paced erotic world of the voluntary and involuntary participants behind the Center’s walls. There are hot lesbian encounters, bondage, voyeurism, fetishes… something to wet the appetite of any exotic taste. From page one, surprising twists on Andrea’s journey will keep you turning the pages to the end. J.P. Kansas holds nothing back with imaginative costuming, settings and toys. If you want more than a taste of different sensual explorations, ‘Andrea at the Center’ will not disappoint.



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