She Has a Sex Secret: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Noemi Bascom

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt: 

"I've always dreamed about that," Jessica continued. Then she giggled. "Erotic dreams. Not just one guy, either. Three or four of them, taking turns, while the others hold me down. Ummm. Yummy. Just the thought of getting gang raped makes my pussy cream! The trouble is, I've always been too goddamn willing. Nobody ever had to rape me, because the minute a guy touches me my legs open automatically. It's a damn shame."

Leseprobe

She Has a Sex Secret

Noemi Bascom

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

His wife winced distastefully, but she was standing at the sink, looking out the window and Harvey wasn't aware of her expression. Not that he would have cared very much. Delicacy was not one of his strong points. He was a large, beefy man with thick shoulders and a barrel chest; big, gnarled hands hung from hairy forearms, he had a square head on a thick neck, tight, curly hair and heavy, blunt features. He wasn't bad looking, in a loutish way, but he was not nearly as handsome as he imagined himself to be. He had had a degree of success with women. He was fond of boasting of his conquests, along with bragging about his enormous capacity for beer and his ability as an arm wrestler. He wasn't too bright, and was frustrated by indecision as to whether he was a man's man or a lady's man, and searched for a term which would encompass both qualities. He was a plumber by trade, and quite successful. He was recently married. He lived, with his wife, in a suburb of Albany, New York. It was called Oak Hill, and it had just begun to be developed. Harvey had bought a house there, believing that the property value would soon increase. He considered himself an astute investor.

Anne Harvey was pretending to be washing the dishes, but she was really looking out the window and waiting for her husband to leave. She tried to avoid his gaze as much as possible. She felt vaguely guilty about this, but she couldn't help it. It had been a mistake to marry him, but it was too late now and she was trying to be a good and dutiful wife. It wasn't easy. If only, she thought, he wasn't so frightfully coarse. Dear God, he was coarse! Sometimes her flesh actually crawled, thinking about his habits and, most of all, his lovemaking. That was the worst part, the sex. Harvey was a man of enormous appetites, constantly demanding sex, but his frequency of need was not matched by the duration of each period of lust. Sex, to him, was a quick, hard urge, a thing to be taken as rapidly as possible. He fucked, as the saying goes, like a rabbit, frantically driving himself to orgasm and then flopping over in a post-coital stupor.