Slut for Animals: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Jennifer Watkins

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Leseprobe

Slut for Animals

Jennifer Watkins

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

"You haven't even given the guy a chance, Cathy. He doesn't have any deformities that I know of." She gave me a sly look. Usually I'd have laughed but I wasn't in the mood. My half of the rent was due and I didn't have a cent. Jeanette had been carrying me out of the goodness of her funky little heart.

"I don't know," I told her, "the guy just doesn't appeal to me. He's nice-looking and all but . . ."

"But what? He drives a Jag and has a place in the mountains I've been dying to see. Unless we all double date, Jerry and I won't get to spend a weekend up in the hills." Jeanette was pulling off her clothes, stringing them across the apartment as she talked. "I want to fuck in the pines." She giggled. "If Jerry can get one up. He has trouble when we're outside."

I went to the kitchen and got me a beer, got me one of Jeanette's beers. "He just thinks so much of himself. I mean even his name . . . Roland. Is that any kind of name to take seriously? Seriously!"

"You're a little picky for someone who can't even buy a hot dog." Jeanette swept into the bedroom and I followed. She was down to her panties now, standing in front of the dresser combing her hair. She had black hair that reached to her waist. Almost. It was shiny and lustrous. Mine was dishwater blonde. I'd whacked it off and gotten a frizz style. For me, it looked pretty good. But Jeanette . . . wow! She wasn't an inch less than five-eight, with tits like big grapefruits. And the fact of her being so slender, so leggy, made those big tits stand out all the more. She was slender in the back and shoulders too. When she put on a jersey or a sweater she could stop traffic. She had a knack for underdressing, too. Floppy tennis shoes sometimes, or moccasins run down at the heels. Cutoff jeans and a tie-dyed shirt. The kind of T-shirt that didn't make it to her navel. But she could paint up her nails and put on sandals and a silky dress and wow-that black hair streaming behind her as she floated along! I could see why Jerry was crazy about her. She had twisted that dude's head around bad.