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Series: Dirty White Candy #1
on February 17, 2014
Genres: BDSM, Contemporary, D/s, FF, Menage, MFF, Polyamory
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Come follow Candy as she transforms from vapid novice to bombshell maven. Experience her erotic awakening in Dirty White Candy, The Beginning.
Watch what happens when a recently divorced and sexually repressed thirty-something woman transforms from vapid novice to bombshell maven in The Beginning. Going bravely where she’s never gone before, Candy Kavana is about to take the first steps towards her new life in Book 1 of Anita Cox’s intensely passionate and entertaining series, Dirty White Candy.
Traded in for a younger, newer model by the only man she’s ever made love to, thirty-something Candy Kavana finds herself craving human interaction of the carnal nature. Shy and sexually repressed, Candy turns to her best friend, Stacy, for advice. And what advice it is!
Candy nervously dives into sex therapy and what she discovers is more than mind-blowing sex. She discovers a side of herself she never dreamed existed. Now that she’s whet her whistle, she can’t get enough. Just how far is Candy willing to take her sexual exploration?
Content Notes: Intense, Light BDSM, Ménage, D/S Elements, Polyamory, Contemporary
The Beginning by Anita Cox and was originally published in 2012 but it was re-released in February 2014. This is my first Anita Cox book, but if you are looking for a book with lots of sex, this is your book. We all get worried about getting old and what our husbands will think. Will they trade us in for a younger model or will our love last forever? This story follows a woman who was traded in for a younger woman, and how she gets back into the world of sex. In The Beginning, I loved her saying:
“It didn’t take long for me to realize that sex was what I craved. Down and dirty, sweaty, no-holds-barred sex.”
This is what you get throughout the book. The Beginning contains FF, MF, and Ménages. It’s all hot and sexy! Be sure to have an extra set of underwear when you read this book. After reading The Beginning, you will want to continue to find out more about Candy’s journey and if she finds love, or is she going to just keep up with the great amazing sex she’s having with her different partners.
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First, I want to thank Shayna Renee for having me today!
So what inspired my Dirty White Candy series? It’s actually ironic because one reviewer said she had to “suspend reality” a bit to believe a 30 year old woman had only been with one partner and had next to know sexual knowledge. Because it was a woman, just like that, who inspired Candy’s erotic awakening.
She’d only had sex with one man, her husband. It was always just to please him, she never enjoyed it and thought something was wrong with her. Her story was actually pretty pitiful. But it got me to thinking—what if it wasn’t? What if her like took an erotic turn?
“Bedroom,” I gasped.
“Bedroom. The bed is bigger. More room.”
He sat up, lifting me so I was sitting on top of him. “Where?” he asked.
“End of the hall.” I leaned in, kissing him hard.
He walked swiftly to the bedroom. I hit the light switch as we entered the room. He eased me onto the bed, then grabbed my waistband and pulled my pants off.
My heart raced. I couldn’t wait to get to the good stuff. I sat up, undoing his pants, turning red in the face as I did so. It was the first time I’d undressed a man in years. He was wearing boxer briefs, and he made them look very nice. His muscular legs stretched the bands.
He reached down, pulling my top off, which had a built in bra, leaving me bare chested, nipples standing erect like the Empire State Building. He leaned down and licked them. They were stretched and sensitive. His warm, wet tongue sent tingles from my breast south toward my throbbing pussy.
I scooted back on the bed, resting my head on a pillow, and held my hand out to him. He obliged, and climbed on the bed, settling his warm, hard body on top of mine. Through our underwear, I could feel the heat coming off his impressive erection. The thing was big—bigger than anything I’d previously had. I worried, momentarily, that it might hurt.
My excitement overruled any concern I had. He pinned my wrists down. Surprisingly, it aroused me more. He put my hands next to each other above my head, then caged both of my wrists with one hand and slid his other hand down my stomach and under my panties. John knew what he was doing. He immediately started rubbing my clit and I nearly leapt off the bed. It felt so good and so intense I could already feel an orgasm brewing.
I moaned and fought for breath. Kissing was not an option as I was too busy gasping for air.
“Holy shit!” I yelled.
John smiled and put his mouth on my breast. I wanted to fuck so bad I couldn’t take it. I fought to get my hands free.
“God, I want you!” As bad as I wanted him, I wanted to practice my oral sex skills. He wouldn’t let me go. My hips bucked when he put two fingers inside me. He had hit the perfect spot.
“Oh my God!” I screamed as an orgasm surprised and overwhelmed me.
He released my hands and rolled to his side, watching as my body shook. I was embarrassed. It shouldn’t have happened so soon.
“Have you had post-orgasmic sex yet?” His tone was so calm I wanted to slug him since I was lying there, out of breath and quivering.
“Good,” he said with an evil grin. “I get to blow your mind.”
He reached in his wallet and pulled out a condom, put it on, pulled my panties down and entered without hesitation. The feeling was intense.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” he breathed in my ear.
I felt myself stretching around him, the entrance of my pussy stinging slightly. Inside, it felt tremendous. He was right. My mind was blown. I couldn’t think. There were things I wanted to do, wanted to try. But the only thing I could do was grasp the sheets as John fucked the hell out of me. The sensation inside me was the most intense I’d ever felt.