Filthy Visions: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Duchess Jablomey

• Herausgeber: Oyodeo Divalium
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt: 

The wind was whistling through her nostrils and she was sure, all at once, that Peter Prentice was going to rape her.He moved to press her slender body down with the bulk of his weight and then his knee was between her legs, forcing them apart. She was screaming and twisting and turning but it was in vain. She felt the warmth of his organ as he pushed it into her body and it was nothing like the dildoes, nothing like the machines, nothing like anything else that she had ever encountered on earth.

Leseprobe

Filthy Visions

Duchess Jablomey

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

Fred Carson had been very good to her. Now she was rich and famous, and all because he had exploited her and helped her. He was old, nearly sixty, and he should not have had so much to drink. The cab driver said that he hadn't even seen Fred until it was too late. He was dead before he got to the hospital.

Somehow, she didn't think that Fred really minded. He had been tired for a long time now, and having a beautiful blonde wife was a pleasure of sorts, but except for the fumbling non-

sense on their wedding night he had never approached her.

She pursed her lips in a soundless kiss for him, and when the mortuary attendant spoke from behind her she jumped, startled.

"He looks so splendid," the moon-faced attendant said.

"He is to be cremated," Vivian said sharply. "As promptly as possible."

"Of course," the man said. "There are certain formalities involved. Would you step this way, please, and we will discuss them."

Vivian Sherwood, twenty-six, beautiful, talented, stacked, went along with the man and the formalities were attended to.

It was late when she finished at the mortuary, and she stood for a time watching some of Fred's mixed-up clients filing in to pay their last respects. He had been a very busy marriage counselor and he had had more problems than any of those he tried to help.

The need for a hot tub and a cup of coffee became overwhelming and she left the mortuary and got into the lavender Rolls. She guided it skillfully through the city traffic and then she cruised the canyons of Beverly Hills with absent-minded ease.