
After spending part of a lonely evening in her apartment listening to her favorite band, The Rolling Stones, Cassandra dons her slinkiest black dress and makes for a local nightspot, determined to locate a warm body to satisfy her deepest desires.
But when she quickly makes eye contact and begins a daring flirtation with a devilishly handsome stranger named Jagger, a man surrounded by more than a hint of danger, she suddenly begins to wonder if the resulting sparks between them are more than mere coincidence ...

Lechery for the Devil By Paris Dixon Cassandra stood beside the stereo, listening to Mick Jagger sing the opening lines to “Sympathy for the Devil.” After setting aside the CD case of Beggar’s Banquet, she adjusted the volume control to heart-pumping levels, then hit the REPEAT button. She had always adored the tune, and on this steamy summer evening in Savannah with loneliness consuming her, it would be the perfect background music for what she planned to do. Fresh from the shower and swathed in the fragrance of rosewater, she stretched out her nude frame on the loveseat, spread her legs, and began touching, pacifying, her most private, most neglected parts. With one hand covering her pubic mound, she slipped one finger, then another, into her aching heat. She slid her other hand over
