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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
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CHAPTER ONEI have a 160 I.Q. and was a math major before I dropped out of college. So how did I wind up becoming a whore? Well, ever since my libido really started sprouting I had entertained vivid, sometimes unusual sexual fantasies. More and more these began to center around being a sex professional, a prostitute. I don't know why, but I just found that so arousing, making money off of sex. To me, being a whore sounded a whole lot more exciting than being a lawyer or some sort of straight businesswoman.And let's be truthful for a moment. What woman could honestly claim that she never thought about what it might be like to turn tricks, to get paid for having sex? For me that had definitely long been my number one sex fantasy. I can't tell you how many times I jerked off at night thinking about myself in hot, lewd whore fantasies.But it was when I took an elective course on the alternative American novel from a really cool professor in college that these fantasies truly became intense and vivid for me. Professor Sanders, my instructor, assigned us several autobiographical novels by a supposedly notorious and renowned black pimp. You might have heard of him and his books. They were stories of a pimp and his whores in New York City, and the books just fascinated me. In fact, I became rather obsessed with them.I'd read them in bed at night in my dorm room, and only when my roommate was out so I could have complete privacy. I'd sit back against my pillows, my hand between my legs strumming at my clit as I read about all sorts of pimping and whoring adventures in midtown Manhattan decades ago. The accounts thrilled me. I'd peruse them over and over again, finally climaxing to some particularly sizzling passage.And as I read I'd imagine myself in those scenarios, inserting myself into the sizzling scenes that this brilliant pimp-novelist described.You see, I grew up in a tedious upper-class Connecticut suburb where everyone talked about tennis and golf and country clubs. But while my friends at college were thinking about sailing vacations in the Bahamas or touring the south of France, I was daydreaming about pimps and hotel rooms and tricks.I even decided to write my course paper on one of this pimp-writer's novels. I called it "The Psychology of Pimp-Whore Relations in the Novels of...." I got an A+ on my paper and my instructor said he was so impressed by my effort that he wanted me to come to his office to discuss it with him.
