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:
"Since that eventful day, I've read a lot about rape. Because that was exactly what happened to me. But all of my reading has suggested that women who get raped are women who unconsciously want to get raped. They walk alone in parks at night; they flirt with strange men; they lease young boys until they're horny as wolves. So maybe that was what I had subconsciously been asking for from Boley. Looking back on it, l can certainly see that he was one helluva young stud--and maybe I had let my eyes fall with obvious curiosity on the morning bulge at his crotch every morning he got up!
"At any rate, he dragged me up into the loft and held me down with one muscular arm across my throat and mouth. With his free hand, he ripped my panties down from my thighs, and worked his huge, black peter out of his fly. I saw it before he put it into me, and the sight of that ten-inch monster made the hair stand up on the nape of my neck!
"Christ, his prick looked like an elephant's snout! My eyes went wide as platters when the blunt head ol his cock rammed between the lips of my cunt. But that was only the beginning. As he fed one stiff inch after another up my hole, I gritted my teeth and started grunting like a dying hog. Boley just grinned! He hadn't been able to get his pants off because of the situation, but he had all of that gigantic tool sticking out of his unbuttoned fly--as well as his big black nuts. And he butted and thrust his loins against my spraddled thighs until all ten inches were crammed fully up my slit.
"Since that eventful day, I've read a lot about rape. Because that was exactly what happened to me. But all of my reading has suggested that women who get raped are women who unconsciously want to get raped. They walk alone in parks at night; they flirt with strange men; they lease young boys until they're horny as wolves. So maybe that was what I had subconsciously been asking for from Boley. Looking back on it, l can certainly see that he was one helluva young stud--and maybe I had let my eyes fall with obvious curiosity on the morning bulge at his crotch every morning he got up!
"At any rate, he dragged me up into the loft and held me down with one muscular arm across my throat and mouth. With his free hand, he ripped my panties down from my thighs, and worked his huge, black peter out of his fly. I saw it before he put it into me, and the sight of that ten-inch monster made the hair stand up on the nape of my neck!
"Christ, his prick looked like an elephant's snout! My eyes went wide as platters when the blunt head ol his cock rammed between the lips of my cunt. But that was only the beginning. As he fed one stiff inch after another up my hole, I gritted my teeth and started grunting like a dying hog. Boley just grinned! He hadn't been able to get his pants off because of the situation, but he had all of that gigantic tool sticking out of his unbuttoned fly--as well as his big black nuts. And he butted and thrust his loins against my spraddled thighs until all ten inches were crammed fully up my slit.