Sex And The Symphony: Taboo BDSM Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - Rice, Kerry
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We know you're going to just read the free sample preview anyway. You should. This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts: **** At first she had the feeling that they were already inside the room, sitting all around her in chairs, maybe, looking at her. But then she decided she must be alone. It was too quiet. There would have been a cough or two, surely, a shuffle of feet, a rustle of clothing... Maybe they were watching her from outside—through windows, or peepholes or soundproof panels…mehr

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We know you're going to just read the free sample preview anyway. You should. This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts:
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At first she had the feeling that they were already inside the room, sitting all around her in chairs, maybe, looking at her. But then she decided she must be alone. It was too quiet. There would have been a cough or two, surely, a shuffle of feet, a rustle of clothing... Maybe they were watching her from outside—through windows, or peepholes or soundproof panels of glass...
These and a thousand other speculations prevented her from adjusting her skirt. They had not taken her clothes off yet, as she had thought they would, and she had the feeling that her hemline was all rumpled and folded up high on her thigh, perhaps even above her thigh. She wanted very much, almost desperately at times, to smooth it down, to disobey just for one instant the command to remain motionless. What could it hurt? It was just a game, wasn't it? She wondered what they would do if— Camilla felt the footsteps before she heard them. Vibrations along her spine and through her palms. Her hands were still where they had been placed, about six inches from her hips, and were pressed deep into the pile of the carpet. They were pulsating at the same tempo as the black flashes in her head. The footsteps were approaching the room.
I wonder if my feet are toward the door. Yes, it's coming from that direction. They'll be looking right up my dress when they come in. That's why they spread my legs, I guess. Oh! here they are.