Ramrodded Brat: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Dakota Weir

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Excerpt: 

"Not there! Not in my cunt!"
The tall, attractive blonde writhed against the half-inch line roping her bound wrists to the motorcycle underneath her. Her naked ass-cheeks slipped against the handlebars while her ankles rubbed painfully over the kickstand. She was afraid of jerking about too hard, fearing the bike would crash over and crush her legs. Why, why had she come here in the first place to spy on her daughter's strange new boyfriend?
Was anything worth this? She moved her wrists in the rope, feeling the line chafing her already pink flesh. But the ropes bothered her little compared to the large skinning knife the tall man called Burt was holding inches from her pussy.
"Not there! Not there!" she moaned, her eyes wide with fear.
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Leseprobe

Ramrodded Brat

Dakota Weir

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

The tall, attractive blonde writhed against the half-inch line roping her bound wrists to the motorcycle underneath her. Her naked ass-cheeks slipped against the handlebars while her ankles rubbed painfully over the kickstand. She was afraid of jerking about too hard, fearing the bike would crash over and crush her legs. Why, why had she come here in the first place to spy on her daughter's strange new boyfriend?

Was anything worth this? She moved her wrists in the rope, feeling the line chafing her already pink flesh. But the ropes bothered her little compared to the large skinning knife the tall man called Burt was holding inches from her pussy.

"Not there! Not there!" she moaned, her eyes wide with fear.

He had threatened her with it, holding the flat of the cold steel blade against her windpipe, then turning it so the honed edge grooved her flesh.

Ellen Sorenson forced herself to be still, forced herself not even to breathe as if she felt the cutting edge scrape a white line over her skin, threatening at any second to cut through and injure her.