Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), 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.
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It wasn't right, she told herself, thinking about her son's hot flesh or how well developed he was between the legs...
She should have blushed at the thought. She told herself that. But then she thought about how the whole mess had started a week ago, in one unguarded minute, in just sixty seconds in which, she had let her strange, inner, twisted self ruin her. It had ruined her life, her ideal of herself until she was panting for her son to come home. For his body to come home to help feed the hunger she had developed. She recalled the start...
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It wasn't right, she told herself, thinking about her son's hot flesh or how well developed he was between the legs...
She should have blushed at the thought. She told herself that. But then she thought about how the whole mess had started a week ago, in one unguarded minute, in just sixty seconds in which, she had let her strange, inner, twisted self ruin her. It had ruined her life, her ideal of herself until she was panting for her son to come home. For his body to come home to help feed the hunger she had developed. She recalled the start...