Hot Harem - 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.

Leseprobe

Hot Harem

CHAPTER ONEJeanne Gallano's anger-bright eyes went to the clock on her kitchen wall. Damn! Only eight minutes since her gaze had swung toward that clock the last time. She tossed her shoulder-length blonde mane in a fury of frustration.The bland face of the clock, with the slow-moving hands before it, seemed to mock her. She fought a wild impulse to rip it from the wall, to smash it to bits on her just-waxed kitchen floor.As her straining ears caught a sound at the door, she paused in her restless pacing, her luscious figure as stilled with listening as though she suddenly had turned to marble.A knock sounded.Nuts, she thought bitterly. That certainly wasn't Ray. One's own husband doesn't knock, no matter how late it is. He walks right in, gives his wife a pat on the fanny, and asks why the hell supper isn't on the table.Jeanne went to the door. It was the paper boy, his freckled face polite but closed away, uninterested in grownups."Collect?" he asked automatically.Wordlessly, Jeanne went for her purse, hoping against hope that she had enough cash left to pay the kid.I can't stand it, she thought, I can't stand his contempt, if I'm a quarter or a dime short.She just made it, silently handing over the correct amount, then fighting the impulse to slam the door as the boy left.It's not his fault, she told herself wryly, eyeing the three pennies left in her change purse. It's Ray's. Damn his balls!Even more upset now, Jeanne went back to her pacing and to her clock watching.Nervously, she switched on the TV, not caring what station the dial was set for. Anything to drive her thoughts from herself, from her own hot, wanting flesh, her bitter mind.What came on was a commercial. What's your score as whistle-bait? Naturally, you were whistled clear to hell and back if you used Breeze-Clean, the clover-fresh deodorant. Jeanne just stood, listening. Her mood was desperate enough to try anything ... perfume, soap, you name it ... anything that would impel Ray to fling her to the bed, to practically rape her.