Her Sweet Taste: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Evan Stoneburner

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt: 

"Wait'll my dear sister hears that her degenerate groom tried to rape her sweet, innocent baby brother," LeRoy remarked slyly. Then, turning to Millard, his voice became steely. "I want your belt," he exclaimed, as he unfastened it from the young chauffeur's uniform. I groaned in agony, as Millard tightened his grip on the arm he held behind my back, not knowing what was to follow. LeRoy began yanking my jeans down my hairy thighs. As he struggled to pull them over my loafers, I kicked out blindly into midair and accidentally hit LeRoy in the head.

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Her Sweet Taste

Evan Stoneburner

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

Right now youth is the thing, and living here in Hollywood I spend most of my time trying to give the world what it wants. So it wants youth, and I just happen to be lucky to still possess it. Oh, I'd like to grow my blond hair down to my shoulders, part it in the middle, practice that "religious gleam" in the eyes routine, but then I'd be like all the other characters strolling up and down Sunset Boulevard.

I'll do my thing later, but...

Right now I am nothing at all. So, if you will, come stare at a most terrifyingly ordinary (but young!) guy.

I'm pretty well built and pretty well hung, and up until now that's about all I been getting by on.

If you can call it getting by.

Now you take old Hazel Horton. (I called her Hazel Hard-on, when I wasn't calling her Old Star, which is what everybody called her. She was once pretty big in the movies, now the only place she was pretty big was around the waistline.) Yes, take Hazel Horton. Please, somebody should!

I can only take her when the heels of my shoes are down and the loot is damned low. Then she's always good for a place to sleep, a really good batch of food (she loves to cook) and a few quiet evenings in front of her TV, while I try to get my health back after banging around town alley-catting. She's about fifty-five, has metal-rimmed glasses and bad breath.

"Oh dear. TV Guide says tonight's movie is one of those silly Martin and Lewis things. Pity. I had hoped for a Richard Burton or James Mason. Either would do, they always leave me refreshed."