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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.
************ As the train rattled and swayed its way toward the end of the line Grace became aware of the young man across the aisle. He was ogling her full luscious breasts as if the thin fabric wasn't even there. She could not help but notice the bulge in the front of his thin summer slacks. He was a well-hung young chap and re…mehr

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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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As the train rattled and swayed its way toward the end of the line Grace became aware of the young man across the aisle. He was ogling her full luscious breasts as if the thin fabric wasn't even there. She could not help but notice the bulge in the front of his thin summer slacks. He was a well-hung young chap and re minded her a little of Frankie. The mere thought of her nephew made her horny all over again. This boy was about Frankie's age, though not as tall. She wondered if he was still a virgin. If so, perhaps she could alter that status pretty quickly. Goddamn, if she didn't get some cock soon she'd go fruity. She determined to pick up the young boy and seduce him. In order to get him in a really receptive frame of mind she unstuck her skirt from her sweaty thighs and managed to hike it up, as though unmindful of the fact that she was sans panties. She watched his eyes bulge as they dropped from her tits to that dark, hairy patch that was now open to his amazed gaze. She saw him gulp once or twice and was fascinated at the way the bulge in his pants grew. She wondered if he had ever seen a cunt before and if he wanted what he was staring at as much as she needed what she was staring at. In her mind she rehearsed just what she would say to him when she staggered across the aisle and sat beside him. Finally she had it down pat. It had to work. Surely no young boy with hot pants could resist the temptation of a free fuck. She made a move to get up as the train stopped in the next station. In her present condition it would be easier to navigate across the aisle while the train was stopped. Her movement made him look up. He spotted the station sign and dashed out the door just as it was slamming shut. She had almost made him pass his station. She couldn't even get out of the car to follow him. The train ground into motion as, through the window, she watched a potential sex partner walk out of her life. Shithouse mouse! This just wasn't her day.by the time she reached her car in the lot the wave of intoxication that had engulfed her on the ride home ebbed away and she experienced a sinking spell. She drove very carefully the four miles from the station to her house. She knew she had something to drink there and felt that she needed it. How many times could a girl come out a loser in just one day? She remembered Adlai Stevenson's words after losing his second bid for the Presidency: "I'm too old to cry, and it hurts too much when I laugh." Going directly to the little bar in the living room she poured herself four fingers of sour mash tranquilizer.