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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Zane
  • Author:  Zane
  • ISBN-10:  1593092113
  • ISBN-10:  1593092113
  • ISBN-13:  9781593092115
  • ISBN-13:  9781593092115
  • Publisher:  Strebor Books
  • Publisher:  Strebor Books
  • Pages:  256
  • Pages:  256
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2009
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2009
  • SKU:  1593092113-11-MING
  • SKU:  1593092113-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100379115
  • Seller: ShopSpell
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  • Delivery by: Apr 01 to Apr 03
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Steamy, sensual and poetically hypnotic,Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2is the follow-up to the bestsellerPurple Panties.

No one can debate the fact that Zane knows sex. The Queen of Erotic Fiction has hit home run after home run in the literary arena with her literary offerings. Now comes the latest, a collection of lesbian erotica that will have readers squirming on the edge of their seats, curling up beneath the sheets, and fantasizing about the possibilities.

Including such stories as The Namma's Nectar, Coast to Coast and She Loved a Girl, Missionary No Moregives an insight into a world where love and lust have no boundaries. Come take a journey through the eyes of several women who have one thing in common: an appreciation for female sensuality.Missionary No More

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I look forward to Ladies Night every month. At one time I would shy away from the local club scene because it was hard to find a reputable venue that would be anything but a funky little bar filled with women covered with piercings, tattoos and clothes that looked like Saran Wrap. The clubs in San Francisco and New York were off the chain. The booty was abundant and everyone came to get their party on. I met some of the finest black women on this side of the hemisphere in some of those clubs, but upon returning to my hometown of Washington, D.C., or rather the Chocolate City, I felt a little disconnected to the party scene.

It wasn’t until a friend of a friend turned me on to a group of women who were throwing private parties that I was able to feel connected to my party roots again. These sisters would rent a suite of rooms at numerous hotels downtown. We would register on the internet and pay a cover charge via PayPal. This particular party was being given at a Four Seasons Hotel. It was lÓ.
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