Budding Boobs - 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.

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Budding Boobs

First ChapterBabette's budding boobs were enough to bring tears to a young man's eyes.Evidently.If that young man were a romantic like her boy- friend Channing Bentley.Or so Babette thought.At first.Babette read the lines of poetry young Channing had sent to her.Composed on his heavy ribbed personal stationery. Ribbed paper like raw silk.With fancy family crest embossed.She read the poem again.And again.And once more-over the telephone-to each of her closest girlfriends.Poetry about the spring.The breeze.Buds and flowers.Shady trees.Birds and bees.Spreading knees.Girls who tease.Adamant pleas.Fecund thoughts of young love.Images tart and naive.To make Babette's bosom heave.And there.Smeared along the bottom of the page.Remains of-tears?-shed by the love-possessed writer of the lines above.Lyrics of love that brought a rise to the insides of Babette's thighs.Sighs to her breast.And an itch to her clit.Enough to turn her bitch."Oh, Darleene. You wouldn't believe it. The way it makes me feel to read it.""Naw, Babette. I can believe it okay. It's just, like, no one ever wrote a poem for me. I think Rudolph Blastitoff-you know, that dude who calls himself the Rude Warrior?-wrote some heavy metal rock lyrics he said were about me. But they sounded more like they were about slugging it out in a mud-wrestling bout than about, like, love.""Well this one-I think it is. You know, nature and all. Doesn't mention fucking or making out. Not in those words.""Bitchin', babes. Sounds like he really means it. Or maybe he's just more devious than most guys who are trying to pry themselves into your panties. At least it shows some imagination.""You mean, like, in art?""Yeah.""I think he's real smart.""That's a start.""You said there was a candy heart inside?""Yeah. And he cried!""Did he write that?""I can see the tears, dear.""Look again, Babette.""What do you mean?""How do you know they're tears?""Well-""Are they clear?"