My First Time...With Frankenstein! E-Book

Anna Austin

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

My First Time...With Frankenstein!

Leseprobe

My First Time...With Frankenstein!

Anna Austin

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Anna Austin

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

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I was dreaming, dreaming about all the men in my life. Franz, the stable boy. Arno, the kitchen boy, and Peter, his older brother. I had slept with all of them, driven by a powerful curiosity and an animal sensuality that I could not control. That was no dream. That was reality.

But in my dream, they came to me all at once. They were naked, cocks rigid and glistening with their desire. I was naked too, lying in my bed, pussy already wet with anticipation. Tom slipped between my legs and pushed himself inside me, filling my passage with his length. Arno stood to the side of the bed, prick poised above my face, and I took him in my mouth and began to pleasure him. Peter climbed astride me, pushing his member between my breasts, gasping as my soft flesh came into contact with his hard meat. It was wonderful, and even though I was vaguely aware that I was dreaming, I knew that when I awoke, my arousal would be real.

Crash!

What was that noise? Not a part of the dream, that was for sure. Should I wake and find out? But I did not want to wake, not from this dream.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

It was no use, the noise was too insistent. My phantom lovers faced away into nothingness, and reluctantly, I awoke.

Crash! Crash!

It was a dark and stormy night, and at first I though perhaps the noise was thunder, but as I came fully awake, I realised the sound was emanating from the door of my bed chamber . Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I stumbled out of bed, wearing only a flimsy nightie that barely covered my modesty. I was aware that my panties were wet with the residue of my sexy dream, but the knocking on the door started again, so I had no time to change them. I opened the heavy wooden door, and peeked outside.

Standing at the entrance to my chamber was Igor, my Uncle’s manservant and assistant.

“Mistress!” he croaked, his ugly face contorting and his eyes rolling in their sockets.

“Yes, Igor, what is it? Why on earth have you awoken me at such an ungodly hour?” I must admit that my tone was somewhat unkind. I am not overly fond of my Uncle’s assistant, in part because every time we meet his gaze seems to fix upon my breasts rather than on my face. When I have challenged him on this, he claims that his hunched back makes it impossible for him to look upwards, so I have no choice but to put up with him ogling me.

“Mistress” he repeated, addressing my chest. “Your Uncle send me. He say that