Young Women Love To Party: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Jason Sobieski

• 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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Joyce could hardly believe her words. It had taken her only about an hour at the party to become a completely debauched sex maniac. Fuck me, fuck me! was all she could think of. I want to come and come and come! Lee led her toward the stain. But on the way, they ran into an acquaintance of his, a tall handsome man with an attractive smile.

"Rick, this is Joyce. Joyce, Rick," Lee said, introducing them.

Rick's eyes glinted darkly at Joyce. He took her hand and kissed it with slightly mocking courtliness. "Pleased to meet you, Joyce," he said.

"We were just going upstairs," Le said. "Maybe you'd like to join us."

Joyce couldn't believe her ears. My God, aren't you even going to ask me? she thought.

Rick grinned and looked interested. His eyes swept up and don her body, appraising it through her disheveled clothes. Joyce felt like a piece of meat being inspected. But somehow the feeling excited her as much as it disgusted her. The almost impersonal sensuality in his grin aroused her.
 

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Young Women Love To Party

Jason Sobieski

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 ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

It was now the middle of the third week since her boyfriend Mike had gone out of town for a training meeting involving his work. He still wouldn't be back for another week.

The night before he had left they had fucked like the world was coming to an end. In fact, it nearly had for Joyce. She came so many times she lost count. I guess that was supposed to hold me until he got back, she thought. But it didn't work.

Waiting for the bus each night after work was a torment. She would look at the crotch of every man who passed by. It was almost as if she could see through their pants-see their thick coiled cocks waiting to spring up and plunge into her flowing pussy.

She would sit next to a good-looking man on the bus and have to restrain herself from reaching over and touching his groin. I wonder how he fucks? she would think. Soft and tender? Hard and brutal? Maybe both at once?

By the time she got off the bus her body would be shivering with pent-up lust. Two or three times she had run upstairs to her apartment, torn off her clothes, and masturbated frantically. But the climaxes she got that way were unsatisfying.