Nikki De Sade

The Sexual Happening: Extreme Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

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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As I was going out the front door, something made me turn around. The old woman had twisted halfway around in her chair and was staring strangely at me, her thin lips slightly parted, her eyes steady and unblinking. There was no doubt about it, the place was a madhouse. I said, "Goodnight, mother," and got the hell out. The dank visceral streets now threatened to choke the life out of me. I could scarcely breathe. I kept looking back to see if I were being followed. The overhead beams were swarming with ghosts and there was a skeleton in every doorway. I was cracking up. I stumbled into the nearest lift, ascended to my own level, fell into the first conveyor that came down the track, and rode through the buzzing streets, neither asleep nor awake, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, like a zombie, all night long.

It was the second time I had fled thus. The first time was twenty-one years earlier. That time I tried to escape from what I was doing to them, this time from what I had done. I had come full circle, and they had come back to haunt me. That bomb was a bomb of liberation; I ran and never looked back. Less than twenty-four hours after the blast I had met Morikand and entered upon a decade of ecstasy. As long as the War raged on, the ecstasy endured. With every earthquake, with every fresh outbreak of the plague, with every new indication that the Last Things were at hand, the ecstasy increased. But now the War was over, and Morikand was gone, and there was no more ecstasy. Smythe is Smythe again, and the aged ghosts of his past have materialized and returned to haunt him with their love-to lead their "prodigal home to his terror - The furious ox-killing house of love" -as the poet says. But I am only trying to confess, in my circumlocutious way, that at the instant in which she recognized me, as I stood there with my hand frozen to the door latch, I also recognized her.

Two days later there was a knock on my door at the Death House. I opened it, and there she stood. She wore the same shawl over her head. She looked so sad and tiny I thought my heart would burst. I tried to speak her name, but it was impossible. My knees turned to jelly, and I thought for a moment I was going to collapse in a heap at her feet. We embraced without a word and wept acrid tears that ate through to the bone. It was a good hour and a bottle of wine later before we were able to converse intelligibly.

Produktdetails

• Verlag: Taboo Pulp Press
• Erscheinungstermin: 19. Juli 2017
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781543105728
• Artikelnr.: 58917313