Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents)

Dear Reader:

Cairo has done it again; no surprise to me.
Slippery When Wet
is a collection of steaming hot novellas that will have you making booty calls, late-night sex drive-bys, and putting ice everywhere but in an actual glass to try to cool yourself down. I am sure this book will do extremely well since my
Purple Panties
books caused an uproar as well. Passion and sensuality are universal and there is something extremely arousing about women getting it on with each other. And you do not have to be a lesbian, or even a female, to enjoy reading about it.

So sit back, light a candle, pull out your favorite toy—inanimate object or breathing human being—and prepare to be stimulated beyond where your own imagination could ever take you. Cairo’s imagination will take it to the next level, and then the next level, and then even the next level. He is a beast when it comes to spinning eroticism in an entertaining fashion.
Slippery When Wet
will have you wanting to experiment with some new things, no matter who you are.

As always, thanks for supporting Cairo and the other authors under Strebor Books. We strive to bring you the most cutting-edge, out-of-the-box material on the market. You can find out more about our other titles on
www.zanestore.com
and you can find me on Facebook
@AuthorZane
or Twitter
@planetzane
. My direct email address is
[email protected]
. Please shoot me an email and let me know what you think and make sure you check out all of the rest of Cairo’s books as well.

Blessings,

Publisher

Strebor Books International

www.simonandschuster.com

T
HIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO

all the undercover freaks who secretly crave the nastiness but are too afraid to let them freak flags fly. Get ya minds right ‘n’ stop frontin’. Y’all missin’ out on some real good fuckin’!

Aiight, my freaks, I’ma keep it real wet ‘n’ slippery for ya. Eight books in and I’m still bringin’ the heat! I think y’all gonna really enjoy
Slippery When Wet
. Whether you swing that way or not, there’s a story in this joint that’s sure to wet even the “straightest” chicks’ drawz! So get ready to wet them fingers, them toys, or whatever else you use to get off wit’ ’cause it’s ’bout to be a whole lotta fuckin’ ‘n’ suckin’ goin’ on!

To the sexually liberated and open-minded: Thanks for continuin’ to wave ya freak flags, ridin’ this hot,
nassy
wave with me, and gettin’ down with the juice. Let’s keep it wet, keep it sticky, and always keep it ready! The Cairo Movement is here to stay!

To all the Facebook beauties ’n’ cuties and cool bruhs who make this journey mad fun: Real rap. Y’all my muthaeffen peeps! Thanks for vibin’ with ya boy! And, uh, run me some of them sex tapes y’all got hidden. I wanna watch!

To my peeps, Flenardo Taylor, aka, Freknardo, the freak-nasty poet: Yo, playboy, real spit. I ’preciate how you stay showin’ me mad luv, spreadin’ the word ’bout my joints to ya peeps, and constantly biggin’ me up. You already know what it is!

To all the silent-haters, closed-minded & sexually repressed peeps who ain’t ready for the heat, yet somehow still find themselves sneakin’ off somewhere to read my joints on the low, rollin’ their eyes ‘n’ suckin’ their teeth, while pressin’ their sticky thighs
together, tryna keep them drawz from gettin’ wet. Buckle up,
muhfuckas
…this one’s gonna set ya ass on fire!

To Zane, Charmaine, Yona and the rest of the Strebor/Simon & Schuster team: As always, I hope you all know how much ya boy appreciates the never-ending luv!

To the members of
Cairo’s World
: Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah…I already know I tol’ y’all in my
Big Booty
acknowledgments that I was gonna stop neglectin’ the other side and keep the flames
turnt
up for y’all and I haven’t. Well, uh, yabba-dabba-doo…don’t do me, goddammit! I’ma get it together real soon.

And, as always, to the naysayers: Here’s another joint for you to pop shit about. You already know it’s because of you that I keep it raw, hot ‘n’ oh-so
nassy
! Keep juicin’ the haterade, my peeps. It keeps me horny and keeps me strokin’ out that hotness! Lick them fingers or keep it movin’. Either way, I ain’t goin’ anywhere!

One luv—

Cairo

If I don’t get me some dick soon
…

“My pussy’s sooo fucking horny. I wanna fuck,” I mumble out loud as I step inside the chrome elevator and press the button for the second floor. The elevator doors shut, and then it begins its descent down to my secret rendezvous spot. I step back further into the elevator, glad I am the only one inside.
I want someone else to play in
(and with)
this wet coochie.
A hard dick, a wet mouth, a long tongue, a big toe, fingers…I’m so fucking horny that right now I don’t give a damn what it is being pushed inside of this hot slit as long as it’s attached to another live, breathing human being. Because being single
and
forever horny is not it!

I wanna fuck, damn it!

Oh sure this whole self-induced celibacy thing was/is my idea. Shit! But, when you’re used to being fucked down every day—for almost a year, then go completely cold turkey, it starts to take a toll on you. And, baby, trust. Having no dick in my life is killing me
slooooowly
. And believe me. I have been enticed to go on an all-out fucking spree. But I refuse to give into temptation. I rebuke the power of good, hard dick, and what it has done to me over the years. It’s fucked me silly. It’s dragged me into drama. It’s had me believing bold-faced lies. It’s had me moving in men who expected me to take care of them. Oooh, good hard dick has had me settling when I knew better. And the list goes on.

So after my last fiasco of a relationship, I made a conscious decision to stay away from men and all of their bullshit until Mr. Right comes along. Because, up until now, I’ve had more than enough of my share of Mr. Wrongs, starting with Mr. Dead Wrong and ending with Mr. All Wrong All Along. I could write a book on how trifling some of these sorry-ass men are. But I won’t. And I’m not going into the New Year bashing or harboring any ill feelings toward men. I mean. I know I’m a good catch. I own my own home. I have excellent credit. I’m educated. I’m supportive, encouraging, and loving. Bottom line, I’m a damn good woman. And, yeah, maybe I do need to lose fifty…okay, seventy-five, pounds or more. Mmmph. That’s what my ex told me the night before he told me he was tired of fucking “a big girl.” Really? The nerve of that insensitive bastard! Then to add insult to injury, he added, “I’m not in love with you, anymore.”

“Oh really?” I had replied, stunned. “Then why are you with me?”

He stared at me as if I’d asked him one of the dumbest questions he’d ever heard. “Damn. You really gotta ask? Because you give good head. And the pussy’s good.”

I blinked. After all I had done for him, he had the audacity to part his lips with that shit. Sorry, but that answer was it for me. Realizing that he thought I was only good for sucking his dick and fucking him felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest a thousand times, and left me for dead. I was stunned for several minutes, digesting his words before I finally came to my senses. Right then, I climbed out of bed and helped him pack his shit, then showed him and his big, black dick to the door.

Yes, I’m a
big girl,
as that asshole called me. But I’m not fat-nasty with it. In fact, I’m a beautiful, thick-hipped, big-boned, cocoa-brown woman who embraces every inch of her one-hundred-and-eighty-five-pound frame, proudly and boldly. And any man
who can’t appreciate me, or my dangerous curves packed with ass and 36 double-D titties, can go straight to hell. Fuck ’em!

I’m a size sixteen, okay. And I wear it well. And you’d think any man in his right damn mind would want a woman who has a long tongue, deep throat, and a wet, juicy pussy that loves to fuck. You’d think a man would want a sexy, full-figured bombshell who has some meat on her bones rather than chasing behind some skinny, anorexic bitch you see running around starving herself half to death. Mmmph. Not Maurice, that’s for sure!