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Being a princess isn't all it's cracked up to be. Even as she reaches adulthood, Princess Damita feels suffocated by the king and queen. Damita longs to experience life as a normal woman. She sneaks from her room at night and finds her way to the neighboring village.
Soon the king discovers that Damita is up to something and issues a proclamation.
All Kinsey must do is discover where Princess Damita spends her nights and he will be rich, but will he be richer with Damita as his lover?
Editorial Reviews:
From Chrissy, Romance Junkies
4.5 Blue Ribbons: "Tonya Romagos' Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess treats readers to a whimsical fairy tale with an adult overture."
From Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
"An interesting spin on the fairy tale The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess is both erotic and charming."
From Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed
"Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess is a tantalizing story of a bored princess who loves to dance, so she sneaks out to the village and dances in the pub. Tonya Ramagos writes a creative and sexy battle of wit. Enjoyable read."
Excerpt:
She didn't lie when she said she never had sex with the men, never let them touch her. Until tonight. Until this man. With hands that shook, she lifted her skirt.
"You were wet on stage. So wet your panties were soaked with it. I wonder, are you wet now?"
She was. More wet now than she ever got on stage…because of him. Her panties felt as though she put them on straight from the wash bin without giving them a moment to dry, and when he palmed her mound through those panties, she felt still more juices seep out of her.
"Ah yes. Is that for me?"
Since she couldn't seem to find her voice, she simply nodded. She knew he would feel the movement of her head on his chest.
"Pull your panties down for me."
This request…No, not a request but more of an order, made an excitement more visceral than any she ever felt rush through her. Even as nervousness and indecision mixed with that excitement, she did as ordered. Would she really let this stranger have his way with her? she wondered even as she tugged at her panties and let them fall to the ground around her heels. Hadn't she gone too far to turn back now? When his finger slipped into her pubic hair, wiggled between her pussy lips, she knew she wouldn't stop him.
"By the Gods, you are wet," he whispered and she heard the evidence of his own arousal in the huskiness of his voice, felt it in the rigidity of his cock against her back. "And so hot. I bet you taste sweet, too. Shall we find out?"
His finger seemed to take on the attributes of a spoon. It curved even as it slid from a point just behind her opening forward to delve quickly inside her before it pulled out again, skimmed over her clit then withdrew from between her pussy lips. He held the finger up, and in the moonlight, she could just see it drowned in her juices. Though she didn't see him do it, she knew he brought that finger to his mouth, heard him lick and suck until he dried it of her cum.
"Hmmm, so thick and sweet." His finger returned to her pussy to repeat the action. "Have you ever tasted yourself?"
"No." Because she suspected he couldn't hear her whispered reply, she shook her head.
"Lick my finger, dancer," he said and brought the finger once more covered in her cum to her lips. "Taste yourself."
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