A Passion For Youth - Erotic Novel E-Book

Sand Wayne

• Herausgeber: Sandy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

Leseprobe

A Passion For Youth

CHAPTER ONEA light autumnal drizzle and a leaded October sky with scudding clouds greeted Doris Larson when she woke. She had left the bedroom window open slightly, and the cool air which blew through the crack rustled the flowers on the nightstand and rippled across the thin sheet which covered her. She stirred, frowning at first as she unconsciously tried to cover herself more then she slowly became fully awake and saw that the blanket was knotted at the foot of the bed. She glanced at the alarm clock beside her; it was six-twenty.Darn, she thought, rolling over. Another night of tossing and turning, another morning of waking up too early. . . Her first driver's education class wasn't until nine - she could have slept until nearly eight, dressed and had her morning cup of black coffee and still be at Poly Tech High School ready to teach with time to spare. Instead she once again was wide awake at too early an hour, as if she still had a husband to feed and see off to work. But I don't have Peter with me any longer, she thought miserably. I froze him out of my life, just like I'd freeze any man who loved me. .. who wanted to make love to me. ..Upset by her morbid thoughts, Doris kicked the sheet aside impatiently and stood up. She flounced her long, silky raven-black hair, yawning as she padded barefoot out of the small bedroom and to the kitchenette. She was wearing a rumpled pair of striped pajamas as she had every night since her divorce from Peter. Sleeping naked made her feel dirty somehow as though it was an immoral flaunting of her body; and a soft and filmy negligee reminded her too acutely that she was supposedly a woman underneath. A pair of baggy pajamas on the other hand, seemed appropriate to her; they completely covered her body with the same lack of sexuality as she felt inside herself.The kitchenette was a one-unit stove, refrigerator and sink, set in an alcove at the far side of the living room. She put a kettle of water on for coffee then lit her first menthol cigarette of the day. Inhaling the cool smoke, she turned and went to the large glass window which opened out onto her back patio. She stood there for a long moment with her arms folded across her breasts, knowing she was safe from prying eyes because of the six foot high redwood fence which encircled her small plot of land and terrace.