Disgraceful Pictures: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Robin Banks

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.

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"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I thought you might like to take a swim in the moonlight," he told her.
"Oh," she squealed. "That sounds like fun. I haven't been skinny dipping since I was. in high school."
They went to the pond, dived in, and cavorted about like a pair of healthy young seals. They chased one another through the moonlit water, splashing, teasing, and ducking.
Then, when they'd had enough sport, Jim took her by the hand, led her to the shallow edge of the pond, and sat her down. The water was just deep enough to reach to their hips when they were sitting and shoaled sharply to the shore a foot or so behind them.
Jim pushed her back and when she was lying down the water came only to her throat. Her breasts were thrust up into the air and the water only covered her from the hips down.
They kissed and she guided his head to her breasts. He tortured the water-slick flesh as he kissed her breasts. All the time his hands were busy beneath the water, playing about. Her hands were equally busy.
 

Leseprobe

Disgraceful Pictures

Robin Banks

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

He stepped back to the curb to look up toward the roof of the building. Behind which one of those eighteen stories of windows, he wandered, was the office he wanted? It was one of the older buildings of the city with arched windows on the first floor above street level.

The windows of the upper stories were huge expanses of glass, some of them with gold leaf lettering on them.

Looking up like that he must look like a hick from the country, he knew, and he turned his head down once again, thrust both hands into his pockets, and hunched his shoulders.

In a minute he'd go in. In just a minute. He wanted time to collect himself, to prepare himself. This was going to be a very important day in his life.

He fingered a cigarette out of the pack in the inside breast pocket of his thirty-five dollar suit, and stopped with the paper cylinder halfway to his mouth to grin wryly. Taking out one cigarette at a time like that, without exposing the pack, was a gesture of habit which was no longer necessary.

The lighter with the transparent plastic body through which the fuel could be seen was in the side pocket of the jacket. He took it out, turned it over, and pressed the little button that fed fuel to the wick. Only one measly bubble worked up to the surface. His long, lean fingers snapped back the lid and flicked the wheel against the flint in one quick motion. The wick burst to flame and he lit the cigarette.

There was a lamp post a few steps away and he went over to lean against it. Five minutes, he told himself. In five minutes he would go inside, check the office directory, and take the elevator. Just five minutes to get over the nervousness.