Nicht lieferbar
This full length erotic novel is so sexy we can't even tell you the preview…
Excerpt:
The hall was almost completely dark and I felt like an intruder in this house as I walked down to Wendy's room. I liked Wendy; she had been so nice at dinner, with her "sparkly eyes and pleasant laughter.
"Here she is, Clara! The long-lost cousin! Meet Clara, Camille-Clara is by far my best friend and now she can be yours, too," Wendy was certainly overdoing this friendliness bit, but I smiled and put out my hand to this big, very strong-looking woman. She was the blondest woman I had ever seen; from her pale, wavy hair and creamy skin to her pale eyes, she exuded blonde. I wondered if she were from Scandinavia.
"It's very nice to meet you." I said in as pleasant a voice as I could muster.
"For God's sake, listen to her, will ya? So damn formal, what do you think we're doing, having a goddamn tea?" She laughed to soften her words and gestured in a magnificent display of her powerful body for me to sit down beside her.
"Well, as I was saying, Wendy, this guy was really on fire, I mean he was breathing all over my tits and I thought he was gonna jerk off in my face or something. So I decided to just ask him, point blank, ya wanna fuck? So then, this pig smiles with the saliva practically dripping from his fat mouth, and starts to take off his clothes. I took one look at him and said, in my coolest voice, Tm sorry to disappoint you, big boy, but I'm not putting out for any pig like you.' He practically freaked out! So I opened the door, real Garbo like, and made my exit. I tell you, it was beautiful."
I felt my blood rushing to my face. It was shocking! I couldn't believe my ears! That such a beautiful woman like Clara would talk in such a filthy, disgusting way. I could hear Mother Superior telling us at graduation ceremony about the beauty and grace of our voices and how hey are a reflection of our souls. Surely she didn't have a soul like the way she talked! And why would nice Wendy have her for a friend? Wendy had said she was her best friend; it just didn't make any sense at all. I wanted to leave this room and enter the sanctuary of my own privacy, and my own beautiful, pure thoughts.
Excerpt:
The hall was almost completely dark and I felt like an intruder in this house as I walked down to Wendy's room. I liked Wendy; she had been so nice at dinner, with her "sparkly eyes and pleasant laughter.
"Here she is, Clara! The long-lost cousin! Meet Clara, Camille-Clara is by far my best friend and now she can be yours, too," Wendy was certainly overdoing this friendliness bit, but I smiled and put out my hand to this big, very strong-looking woman. She was the blondest woman I had ever seen; from her pale, wavy hair and creamy skin to her pale eyes, she exuded blonde. I wondered if she were from Scandinavia.
"It's very nice to meet you." I said in as pleasant a voice as I could muster.
"For God's sake, listen to her, will ya? So damn formal, what do you think we're doing, having a goddamn tea?" She laughed to soften her words and gestured in a magnificent display of her powerful body for me to sit down beside her.
"Well, as I was saying, Wendy, this guy was really on fire, I mean he was breathing all over my tits and I thought he was gonna jerk off in my face or something. So I decided to just ask him, point blank, ya wanna fuck? So then, this pig smiles with the saliva practically dripping from his fat mouth, and starts to take off his clothes. I took one look at him and said, in my coolest voice, Tm sorry to disappoint you, big boy, but I'm not putting out for any pig like you.' He practically freaked out! So I opened the door, real Garbo like, and made my exit. I tell you, it was beautiful."
I felt my blood rushing to my face. It was shocking! I couldn't believe my ears! That such a beautiful woman like Clara would talk in such a filthy, disgusting way. I could hear Mother Superior telling us at graduation ceremony about the beauty and grace of our voices and how hey are a reflection of our souls. Surely she didn't have a soul like the way she talked! And why would nice Wendy have her for a friend? Wendy had said she was her best friend; it just didn't make any sense at all. I wanted to leave this room and enter the sanctuary of my own privacy, and my own beautiful, pure thoughts.