Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
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From inside, Mike looked out at the young girl. Slender, blonde, no more than eighteen or eighteen, a virgin beauty.
Sueanne could see the husky, thirty-five year old man through the glazed window. A square-jawed, moderately handsome fellow, he had a warm smile like her father's. She felt warmer and safe even before she climbed with frozen knees and hands across the drifted mound of snow and let his strong hands close around her forearms and lift her through the window. She stood, dripping, in front of the fireplace, letting the warmth seep painfully into her frozen limbs as the dark-haired man pulled down the window.
"It's a real bastard out there," he said. Sueanne knew that he was looking her over, that he was pleased at what he saw. "Take off your coat and get warmed up," he said in a firm paternal manner, "there's hot coffee on the burner."
She dropped her soaking coat on the floor beside the fire and rubbed her limbs furiously, trying to regain the circulation. She saw his eyes follow her hands as she rubbed her ankles, her calves, her thighs.
"Been out there long?"
"About an hour," she said, her teeth still shaking.
"Car break down?"
"No," she said. "I was on a date and the boy I was with-" She hesitated, feeling silly and girlish for not being able to handle a mere teenage boy, for having to get out of the car and take the chance of freezing to death in a blizzard.
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From inside, Mike looked out at the young girl. Slender, blonde, no more than eighteen or eighteen, a virgin beauty.
Sueanne could see the husky, thirty-five year old man through the glazed window. A square-jawed, moderately handsome fellow, he had a warm smile like her father's. She felt warmer and safe even before she climbed with frozen knees and hands across the drifted mound of snow and let his strong hands close around her forearms and lift her through the window. She stood, dripping, in front of the fireplace, letting the warmth seep painfully into her frozen limbs as the dark-haired man pulled down the window.
"It's a real bastard out there," he said. Sueanne knew that he was looking her over, that he was pleased at what he saw. "Take off your coat and get warmed up," he said in a firm paternal manner, "there's hot coffee on the burner."
She dropped her soaking coat on the floor beside the fire and rubbed her limbs furiously, trying to regain the circulation. She saw his eyes follow her hands as she rubbed her ankles, her calves, her thighs.
"Been out there long?"
"About an hour," she said, her teeth still shaking.
"Car break down?"
"No," she said. "I was on a date and the boy I was with-" She hesitated, feeling silly and girlish for not being able to handle a mere teenage boy, for having to get out of the car and take the chance of freezing to death in a blizzard.