Enema Servitude: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Kimberly Sparkle

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Teaser: 

How long I had dreamed of abuse such as this!
Still, strange as it seems, now that I had it, it was almost too much for me to take. I was afraid that I might not be able to withstand the plunging pressure of his cock, nor the shameful filth scenes he forced me to endure.
The liquid in the container which was fastened around my neck was what I would call "real piss." It was very yellow, very strong, and by that I mean that it was strong in color and taste, too.
It was what I would call pungent!
When it splashed up into my face, I was breathing hard and heavy from the intensity of the fuck motions. The strong liquid made me snort. It went up my nostrils.
"Oh, you like to take it up the nose!" Marty said sadistically. He accented each cruel word with a thrust of his boner.
"No!" I shouted. "No!"
He wouldn't take no for an answer. He had never done so before.

Leseprobe

Enema Servitude

Kimberly Sparkle

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

They say that people from New York are fast. They say we're always in a hurry and maybe that's so. It's a quicker lifestyle here.

For a while I went to live with a boyfriend in Baltimore. Now, Baltimore is a quiet little town compared to New York. In New York, there is always something happening. At every hour, there's something to do. The city never sleeps. I liked Baltimore, but I was soon back to New York. I couldn't stay away. I wanted the excitement that this city offers. I wanted to experience that again.

So, I left my boyfriend and this time I moved into a small apartment. I had lived with my parents before, the last time I had been in New York. But now I was on my own with my own apartment, and I planned, for the first time in my life to really live it up and take full advantage of all that the city had to offer.

Even in the short time that I had been away, things had changed in New York. New clubs had replaced old ones. That's the way it is in that city. One week, a club can be very crowded with all the right people. By the next week, something else is the rage, and the original favorite is forgotten.

I was eighteen years old and ready to be on my own. After all, now I was eighteen. I was all grown up.

And my figure was proof of that. My breasts were more than budding. They had blossomed! And they had blossomed beautifully, if I must say so myself.