Have you ever wished upon a star? It seems that wishing upon shooting stars is much more effective.

Christina, a bored and sophisticated socialite, was having boring sex with a gentle man that could not turn her on. Through the skylight above the bed, she watched the night sky, while Jake, her bed partner was suckling her pussy. When a shooting star passed by, she screamed, "Take me to my warrior." She did not want a meek, well-bred lover, but a wild, forceful warrior-Scottish if possible.

1320 was the year, and Christiania was the girl. Nunnery bred and purely innocent, she was even more scared of her nuptials than the regular virgin, for she had watched animals copulate and the pain and the submission of the females were not boding well for what was going to happen to her. Her husband to be, Marcus, was a powerful giant of a warrior and his lustful gazes promised nothing kind or gentle to the future wife. As she said "Yes" to the priest's query, her eyes lifted to heaven and her prayer was uttered at the same time a shooting star passed through the sky: " Oh shooting star, take me to a gentler man," her heart cried.

Jake fed upon Christina's body wondering why he had brought her to his own apartment, in his own bedroom. She was knowledgeable and did not seem to be able to enjoy his lovemaking. He had just doubled his effort, not wanting to be defeated, when she came into his hands and his mouth with such force, he could not believe his senses. If she was playing a game, he loved games in the bedroom, but her innocence was real and the wonder in her eyes convincing. From now on, he was the Master, and she his love slave. With only one change-she wanted to be called Christiania, and she was truly a . . . virgin.

When Marcus bent to kiss his bride, the nunnery bred wench closed her arms around his neck and kissed him back with such knowing enthusiasm that his belief in her innocence was wiped out in a second. With fury and a lot of lust in his heart, Marcus took the woman in a caveman's grip and hauled her to his castle, to the top of the tower where his bedroom was. And all this time he had to quiet his bride from spouting curses, threatening her with dire punishment.

Their simultaneous orgasm was totally unexpected-for Marcus expected screams of fear and pain from a virgin wife, while the screams were of pleasure-from both of them. The sorceress was not a virgin, and what was more- he did not care really. When lying spent next to this wonderful, wild woman, he listened as she told him who she really was; never would Marcus have expected her to vanish. The pain of losing her was too much to endure.

Jake had just made Christiania his, and they had exchanged promises of eternal love, when out of nowhere, another woman appeared on his bed: Christina, the bored. To his despair, Christiania had disappeared into thin air.

What do they have to do to be reunited, each girl to her true love? SHOOTING STARS is a wonderful story of sex and love, with twists of fate thrown in for our satisfaction. Beautifully written, it will touch your heart and will make you go in search of hot satisfying sex with a significant other.

Reviewed by Raluca Popov
© August 2004