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My Nasty Futanari Neighbor Volume 3【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby has watched her life from behind a dreary curtain of safe and dispassionate relationships, always with men, never to her satisfaction. The passion of her futanari neighbor has transformed her. Abby must admit she is in love with Leticia. She is enchanted by her futa body, challenged and delighted by her naughty mind. The couple drive north to deal with a family emergency, and fall deeper for each other in the process. Letty encourages Abby to explore her inner dom, and later experiment with backdoor fun. Abby has no idea where this road will end, but their carnal adventure has just begun.＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I was lost in her skin. She lay naked on my bed, the sheets thrown back and her long, long legs stretched to the edge of my mattress. She was asleep, the pillow crumpled up in the crook of her arm and her faded blue hair buried in its pale blue folds. Her eyelashes trembled like drunken butterflies, wings too heavy to bear.＜/p＞＜p＞She was hairless below her eyebrows, her skin a luscious vanilla cream. The only real colors on her body were the tattoos that wended across her arms and ribs and thigh. As she breathed, the shadows flexed their fingers over her breast. I was jealous of the shadows.＜/p＞＜p＞Jealousy. It stirred in me like a demon begging for exorcism. I could smell her from across the room--cedar and sweet grass--when her long, long legs brushed against each another. The scent clashed with the stale reek of cigarette that emanated from the rumple of clothes beside the bed, a reminder that she was an alien here. Did I look like her when I slept, so peaceful? Edible?＜/p＞＜p＞It was rare that I woke before her. Addicted to caffeine and frequently waking with mad dreams she was desperate to get on paper and canvas, Leticia kept strange hours. I never knew when she'd be up or down, sleeping in the afternoon or scratching at her sketchbook before the sun rose.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated to wake when it was still dark but I was too nervous to sleep. I'd promised Letty that I would drive her to her parents' house. Which meant I was going to meet her parents. Which meant what exactly I didn't know. I rose before the dawn, my mouth so dry that I gulped down three glasses of water before I had a rational thought. My stomach was a square knot and I feared that I couldn't do what I'd promised.＜/p＞＜p＞Then I turned back to the bed, saw her lying there, and my heart ached.＜/p＞＜p＞That was always just a phrase to me, "heartache." I thought it was sappy, if cute. I didn't realize it could really happen. The sensation was visceral, not cute. My heart wriggled in separate directions, hooked through its arteries by opposing inclinations. I didn't know what to do with myself; I didn't know what to do with her.＜/p＞＜p＞There was a naked girl in my bed. When she was awake she was powerful--a single smirk or wink could melt my will--but asleep she was just a girl, her lips gently parted, her butterfly lashes caressing her cheeks. And there, draped over her snowy thigh, was the male organ I could not ignore.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	431円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 1【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby hates her punk neighbor. She hates her piercings and her tattoos and her short blue hair. She hates the way she walks and the freewheeling way she lives her life. Most of all, she hates the way she smiles at her in the halls. It's like Leticia knows what Abby's thinking, like she can feel what Abby feels every time she brings home a new girlfriend. Abby's certainly not jealous of the sexy, smirking, blue-haired weirdo... Abby wishes she could just ignore her nasty futa neighbor. Unfortunately, she's still the best lay Abby's ever had!＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic tale is 12,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞It was insufferable that Leticia knew when I was horny. She didn't always comment, not aloud, but she teased me even so. It was like she had a sixth sense for my arousal. When she smelled it on me, when we passed each other in the hall, she'd casually turn her head and offer what she called her best "lesbo smirk." I usually scowled back at her and said nothing (though my cheeks burned like two guilty roses).＜/p＞＜p＞The most recent indignity occurred while I was getting my mail. I looked up and she was opening her own mailbox, not even looking at me but with that stupid smirk on her little lips. They were soft and pink, too cute for the cruel eyes that glinted beneath her faded blue hair. "How's it going?" she asked, in a tone that knew exactly how it was going.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated her. I put out no vibes at all, not intentionally, not like at the end of a good date or drunk at a bar and feeling sassy. On those rare occasions I flirted, I smiled, I touched the man I wanted to take me home. That afternoon, as I shuffled swiftly through my spam, nothing in my demeanor said I wanted human contact. What I wanted to do was scream in her face.＜/p＞＜p＞How did she always know? After a long day at the office dealing with idiot customers and my idiot bosses and trying not to suffocate in my cubicle, the desire to just be pushed into my pillows and taken to oblivion was overwhelming. Maybe it was the junk mail, maybe it was the inherent loneliness of my building's grungy postal corner, but something about twisting my key in the metal box brought my horniness to the fore.＜/p＞＜p＞It was gross. After an exhausting, awful, thankless day, the last thing I felt was sexy. But Leticia knew I wanted it.＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm fine," I snapped at her.＜/p＞＜p＞She never snapped back. She just shrugged and went back to reading her mail. But the smirk remained. "This would all be so easy," her eyes said, "if you'd just admit the truth."＜/p＞＜p＞Sometimes she left her door open when I returned to my apartment--as a signal to my nervous libido that relief was on call. From inside I'd hear her awful punk music or the clang of pots and pans and know her stupid smirk was just out of sight. Usually I hurried up the stairs to my apartment. But then there were days when she didn't play games. She'd wait in the doorway leaning against the threshold like an imperious cat, arms crossed, eyes too big for her mouth, mouth too soft to ignore. Those were the days I ended up inside her apartment. Those were the days Leticia had her way with me.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated her. The kisses were soft at first but soon came the teeth. She'd bite my lip and make me moan to the ceiling, above which resided my own barren apartment. How many girls had I heard her seduce while trying to cook or sleep or read in peace? And so I wondered, not for the first time, was I angry because I was just like them or because I was just like her?＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞After being seduced by his daughter Katie, Dale is trying to control his lustful urges...but Katie just can't get enough of her daddy! She calls him at work, sends him lingerie in the mail, and then, while Dale is away on a business trip, she shows up at his hotel bar wearing nothing but a skin-tight cocktail dress. How long can Dale hold out before once again giving in to his forbidden desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Across the lobby he let the girl lead him. He thought she was leading him to the elevators but she went past them on the way to the stairs. Together they pushed through the door and stopped at the landing.＜/p＞＜p＞"You're on the fourth floor, aren't you?" Katie said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," said Dale. He felt like he had fallen into a familiar dream several miles below sea level. His heart was beating fast.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie suddenly seemed much shyer than in the bar. Maybe it was because she was alone with her father for the first time. She slowly dropped his hand.＜/p＞＜p＞"Do you want to take me up?"＜/p＞＜p＞Dale stared down at her. The sterile stairway lights could do nothing to spoil the youthful glow that emanated from her body.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie saw the way his eyes traced over her, but saw too where they stopped, which was where men's eyes never stopped, on her eyes. She smiled at him slowly.＜/p＞＜p＞"It's good to see you."＜/p＞＜p＞He said it, which made her bolder. She took his hand again. "Take me upstairs."＜/p＞＜p＞He didn't answer. He just followed her.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie led him up the white stairwell. The walls were painted in thick layers of white paint that contrasted sharply with the dim, blackish railings. She took him up and took the stairs in her heels. The whole time she felt his eyes on her and she led him, flight after flight, to the top. As she reached for the door she suddenly felt his body rush against hers and she turned in time to throw her arms up and let him crush her against the door.＜/p＞＜p＞She opened her mouth and his tongue melted over her own. His strong fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh as he pushed her up the wall. Her thighs opened. Her hand went limp and dropped her purse over his shoulder. It made a plastic smack on the concrete.＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, this-”＜/p＞＜p＞She bit his cheek angrily and he recoiled. He stared into her eyes, which burned. She set her chin defiantly. "Pick up my purse."＜/p＞＜p＞He let her slide down his body for a long time. Somehow she settled back to earth, first one heel touching the concrete, then the other. She watched her father bend down and pick up the purse. When he handed it to her she opened the door to let them onto the fourth floor corridor. She knew which one was his from his email. So they continued down the hallway like any normal people would until they got to room 432.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie turned around and held out her hand for the door key.＜/p＞＜p＞It was in his pocket, but he wasn't sure if he should give it to her.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you mad?" she said.＜/p＞＜p＞His blood was boiling. Everywhere. He saw Katie in multiple dimensions: as a woman, as a gorgeous young woman, as his daughter, as his...＜/p＞＜p＞He couldn't stop now.＜/p＞＜p＞He pressed her against his door, right there in the corridor, and reached under her shimmering dress.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby refuses to confront her feelings for her futanari neighbor. If it was just the kinky sex that drove her crazy, she could bury her passion with her prayers, but there's something else going on. Leticia cares for Abby in a way that scares her senseless. The futa girl wants them to be more than secret lovers, but can Abby accept that? It goes against her religion, her upbringing, her sexual identity. Just when she thinks she's made up her mind, Letty appears at the mall with a very naughty proposition... This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞That was hardly the most daring aspect of the dress. The tag said it had a plunging V-neckline, but the neckline was more of a suggestion than a reality. The front was a cutout that needed to be tied, and tightly. Without a bra to hold me back, my chest pushed against the lightweight weave and turned what was supposed to be a cute dress into a sultry proposition. If I was skinnier, and less endowed, this would be a fun little number to wear to the beach, but the way it fitted against me was more tantalizing than teasing. It was sensual.＜/p＞＜p＞My fingers shook as I tied a loose knot in the cutout, knowing full well that I'd never wear this thing again. Though every second I spent in the dressing room ate into my commute, I sacrificed them for the fantasy that this belonged to me. I combed out my hair and let it fall over my shoulders, I pouted, I posed. I played with the loose sleeves. I twisted in place to see how the fabric draped over my butt.＜/p＞＜p＞I suddenly remembered that Letty was behind the door. With the exception of my brain (which tumbled into a bucket of ice water), every part of my body turned uncomfortably hot. The contradiction left me dizzy and reeling for the wall again. I didn't have to let her see me in this, I promised myself. I didn't owe her a thing. But the warm parts of me rebelled.＜/p＞＜p＞With weak fingers shaking like leaves on a brittle branch, I slid the bolt out of the dressing room door. The door swung back.＜/p＞＜p＞Awkward in my own skin, I curled my shaking fingers into the skirt. I wished the hem was longer, wished her eyes would end their long journey up my bare legs and stomach, and not linger on the knot. I wished she didn't sway from side to side and wrap her arms around her hips in quiet contemplation. I wished I didn't say something stupid like, "What do you think?"＜/p＞＜p＞I wished I could tell her no when she reached for my hand and lifted it over my head. She spun me in a slow circle. I wished I could control my breathing better, wished my ragged panting wasn't made so obvious by my naked cleavage. I wished I didn't close my eyes when she brushed her lips against my ear.＜/p＞＜p＞"I think you look beautiful," she whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞I heard her close the dressing room door behind her. "I know you think that," I said, trying to be stronger. "I mean the dress. What do you think of that?"＜/p＞＜p＞She locked the bolt.＜/p＞＜p＞I felt her near me again, just in front of me. I felt her hands on my thighs slowly pushing up the skirt, felt her body through her t-shirt. I felt her warm breath on my nose. "I was thinking..." she said, "of you. In this dress. In a little cottage by the ocean. Barefoot. Nothing under here..."＜/p＞＜p＞"A cottage?" I murmured. I finally opened my eyes. She was gazing down at me with an unholy hunger. "That's a very domestic scene," I said. "Do we have a little dog, too? Do I make you dinner when the sun goes down?"＜/p＞＜p＞"No, I think we order out," she said. Her voice was low, and I wondered if it was because she knew it made me wet or because the mousy clerk was sitting just outside. Letty's fingers began to untie the loose knot I'd made in the cutout. "But you do let me undress you when we get back inside."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	314円
Confessions of a Naughty Invisible Man - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Having cracked the code to invisibility, Professor Abner Beal returns to the Institute to solicit the aid of one Priscilla Coker, M.D. Priscilla hates Abner, but when she learns that he's made a breakthrough, she's willing to do anything to join his teamーeven jumping his invisible bones! But that's not the only surprise waiting for Professor Beal. Upon returning to his house, Abner discovers that his wife has been having an affair of her own. What will this God-fearing woman think of an invisible man beating up her paramour? Why, that he's some kind of demon, of course! A demon that she must satisfy in every wicked way imaginable…＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞The security guard started moving towards her and she shrieked at him. "Get away from me!" The man spoke some stuttered words into his walkie and backed away terrified. Priscilla clomped about ten more steps before cracking one of her heels. She swore loudly and kicked the shoe off, then ripped the other one off with her hand and continued to march across campus back the way we'd come. I followed behind her.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you there?" she snapped as we strode back into G. We were in the hallway again."Indeed I am."She clawed wildly at the air behind her, realized she looked insane, and let out another stream of enraged curses. "You might have gotten me fired!""Principles," came the floating voice over her shoulder.She groaned and shook her platinum head. "You touched me…" she muttered. We were stomping back to her office."You're taking this rather well," I replied."Well you're obviously invisible." We banged back into her office and she whirled on the space behind her. "Where are you?""I'm reluctant to say."She stepped backwards in her bare feet and sat on her desk. "Is this easier?"I stepped forward cautiously. "Maybe."She flipped up her skirt. "Is this easier?""…I'm confused.""Come here…" she said huskily and reached out for me. ”Are you naked?"Before I knew what I'd done I was standing over her desk and she was reaching out to me. "Oh my God…" she whispered. Her manicured nails roved up my stomach and chest. "You're…you did it…" Her fingers continued across my shoulders. She kept pinching and poking, dragging her nails down my sides. All the while I noticed that she was spreading her legs over her perfect desk. "Do something to me," she whispered."What?""IーI don't know. My hair!"I reached out and swept my fingers through her blonde hair. I let the hair slip through my hand as I pulled it towards me. Priscilla watched wide-eyed as her hair floated before her eyes. She let out a low, earthy laugh. "Do something else," she whispered."What?""Do what you did on stage.""This?" I laid my hand over her left hand."No…" she said. Her legs opened wider on the desk."This?" I breathed softly into her ear.She shivered. "No," she said. "But you don't have to stop doing that…" While I moved in closer her hands reached up to run down my chest and stomach again. I pulled my hand away from hers and dragged my trembling fingers up her soft thighs. "This?" I breathed into her ear."Oh…" Her breath was coming so rapidly that it was catching in her throat. "Yes," she groaned. She pressed her head against my temple and reached behind me to claw at my back.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
Confessions of a Naughty Invisible Man - Volume 3【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Something is happening to Dr. Abner Beal. He's spent the last nine years developing a serum to turn soldiers invisible, and now he's finally done it. It was his life's work...but his life isn't over. For the first time in years, Abner's heart is overcome with emotion. He feels strange and vulnerable, and alone. When his wife decides to separate from him, he finds himself torn between two very different women: His seductive co-worker who wants him for his brain, and his daughter's best friend who wants him for his body. What is a naughty invisible man to do?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞The defiant universe brought her running to her door just as I turned to mine. She saw me, pulled her earbuds, and jogged over the grass.＜/p＞＜p＞"Good morning."That was a surprise. It wasn't "Mr. Beal" or "Professor," it was just "good morning." I pushed aside the ridiculous thought that I might have been on her mind."How far did you get this morning?" I asked.She grinned. "You wouldn't believe me."I wiped my neck with my wet shirt and leaned back, arms crossed, ready to disbelieve.Her eyes flitted, once, to my glistening chest, and returned to meet my gaze. "I got to the new mall."I had to laugh. The girl was no joker. She had run six miles to the construction site on the outskirts of downtown, and then back again."You must have been going easy on me the other night," I said. "I passed you earlier and I only made it half as far."She took the hem of her shirt and used it to wipe the sweat drops above her lip. Her body was flushed and wet, and the glimpse of her taut stomach pulled at the nerves in my core. I was overwhelmed by an intense desire to take her in my arms. This girl was no older than my daughter, and yet..."Where did you go?"I shook myself from my reverie. "Miles away," I murmured. "I mean, just to the quarry. More thinking than running this morning."She nodded. "I have those days."School was almost over, and soon she and Rebecca would be galavanting over town, searching for jobs and entertainment in the few weeks before they matriculated. "Any plans?" I asked, inwardly shocked. I was making small talk.She shrugged. The silence stretched, and her lingering gaze unnerved me. She had the slow, comfortable peace of a completed run in her eyes, and those eyes were searching me for answers."You seem more content than the last time I saw you," I said."Something happened to me."My heart skipped a beat.She pulled the tie out of her ponytail and languidly stretched her neck as she scooped her fingers through her wet hair. "It was strange, and sexy...and inappropriate."I stood rooted to my doorstep, dumbfounded by her frank confession. I licked my lips. "Amber--""You know, don't you?""I--""It's okay. I want you to know.""Why?""Because it helped me.""I don't know why--"She shook her head. "Maybe that's true. But you are 'exceedingly intelligent.' I think you can figure it out." And with a sly look in her eye and a graceful twist of her hips, she turned to go. "I'll be home all day, Mr. Beal. If Rebecca wants me."I watched her thighs bounce as she jogged back across the lawn. She'd said Rebecca, but the invitation sounded quite open.My heart hammered against my chest as I staggered up the stairs. I stripped off my shorts and shoes and threw myself into the shower. The hot water drenched my sticky skin, refreshing my body if not my mind.What did Amber know? How could she know? And yet, hadn't she said my name that night? I'd thought perhaps it was part of her fantasy, a naughty wish fulfillment, but that was naive. She said she knew my smell.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 1 Volume 1 of "Daddy's Forbidden Desire"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Katie's always been a "daddy's girl," but since she returned from college her love has become a lot more...physical. Her father is a passionate man who still has the libido of a teenager, but her mother just isn't interested. Maybe if Katie can make her father horny enough, she'll have him all to herself. As Katie tempts her father at every turn, will Dale give in to his forbidden desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She took the water with a murmur of gratitude. "Dad, do you know Vanessa Linares?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Actually, I did know a girl named Vanessa Linares," he said, trying to be vague. His daughter glowered at him.＜/p＞＜p＞"I know when you're lying, Daddy."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh?" he said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmhm," she murmured from her next sip. "Don't pretend."＜/p＞＜p＞"Not pretending," he told her. "I just highly doubt that your Vanessa Linares and my Vanessa Linares are the same people."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well she's definitely your Vanessa Linares and she's my Social Policy professor."＜/p＞＜p＞If Dale had been drinking the water he would have spat it out in classic cinematic fashion. Katie went on, "We're really close. Sometimes we go for drinks at the bar on campus and she asked me about my last name." Katie grinned like a cheshire cat. "She remembers you very fondly."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale was pleased. "You don't say."＜/p＞＜p＞"Yeah." Katie drifted off again. Her eyes kept flicking from his face to his chest as if he wasn't watching her watch him.＜/p＞＜p＞Suddenly he understood. "You and Vanessa drink together?"＜/p＞＜p＞Katie smiled into her now empty glass. "Sometimes, yeah. She told me some stories about you."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale was inexplicably nervous. And probably explicably turned on. "Oh?" he tried to feign nonchalance.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie giggled at him again. "I told you I know when you're lying. You want to know what she said."＜/p＞＜p＞"I know what we did."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well I know a little about that too."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale laughed. But what she said next stopped him cold.＜/p＞＜p＞"Dad, do you and mom have sex?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, I don't know whatー"＜/p＞＜p＞"Come ON, Dad." She strode to him and let him catch her as she threw her arms over him. She was sleepy, staring up at him. "Don't pretend I'm too young to hear the truth."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well," he said. How did one proceed in this conversation? "Well," he said again. And finally, "No, Katie, your mother and I don't really have sex that much anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞Katie stared up at him with something akin to sympathy and something very much like loneliness. "Vanessa said you kind of had a reputation at college."＜/p＞＜p＞"What kind of repuー"＜/p＞＜p＞"She said you had sex. A lot." Katie smirked. "And that you were very...gifted."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale's head swam. He became intensely aware of his daughter's breasts pressed against his chest. She continued, "And I was thinking about that. I kind of couldn't stop because, um, you're my dad? But, I was thinking how I never thought of you that way. Mostly because," she looked at him intensely, "I don't think I ever heard you having sex. With mom."＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, I don't think this is appropriate."＜/p＞＜p＞"OK," she said. "So you and mom don't have sex?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"But you used to have a lot of sex back in the day."＜/p＞＜p＞"It wasn't 'back in the day'ー"＜/p＞＜p＞"And now you just don't have sex at all?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"That sounds like it really sucks, Dad."＜/p＞＜p＞He stared down at his daughter. Her eyes flitted over his, over his cheeks, over his nose, his ears. Her face was flushed. Suddenly he felt her heart beating on his ribcage; he felt his own heart pounding.＜/p＞＜p＞"I love you," she said to him.＜/p＞＜p＞"I love you, too, honey."＜/p＞＜p＞"Uh huh," she breathed up at him. "I'm sorry you don't have sex anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"I said it sucks. Does it suck?" She pronounced the word in a very deliberate way. He started to say something but she reached down and grabbed him in a placeーthe exact placeーthat was eternally off-limits. "Does it suck, Daddy?"＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 3 Book 3 of "His Personal Call Girl"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞With her boyfriend back in town, Catherine puts her prostitution on hold. Tom agrees without argument, but for some reason Catherine can't stop thinking about him. He's satisfied her in ways no other man ever hasーand he's the one who's been paying her! Backdoor fun, lewd phone calls, and a threesome with Sara are all in her future. But which man does she truly love, Bobby…or Tom?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Where I was conflicted before I was now much less so. I still considered myself with Bobby but I saw my arrangement with Tom more and more as another job, one I happened to actually like. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to sell myself on the street. But it's pretty hard to dislike having a man massage you, make love to you, then pay half a grand and be on his way without pushing any other agenda. When I thought about it like that I almost felt like Tom was getting shortchanged. But then again, I was what he wanted, and I did what he wanted.＜/p＞＜p＞Case in point, it was near the end of January and I was sitting at home in a tight green apron that I'd found in my mother's closet. It was small, and very old, but it suited the purpose I had for it. I watched myself tie it around my naked body in the mirror, making sure that it was as knotted as it could be (Tom didn't want it to be too easy), taking note of the generic floral print running over the borders and the way it faded and frayed at the edges. I smoothed it over my front and stomach. The frilled bottom just barely covered my upper thighs. I checked myself on the sides. The round slopes of my breasts were clearly visible between my arms and the apron front. After that I sat down and applied makeup. More makeup than I would have, than any girl would have past, let's be honest, 1955.＜/p＞＜p＞I read in the paper the other day that when men and women get depressed, they tend to get more sexually active (something about wanting to pass our genes on while survival seems low). That could have been it. I didn't like my current career; and while I didn't expect to be a secretary my whole life, and was almost certain that, somehow or other, I'd eventually get to graduate school, and then a real career, it was all still so far away (it seemed). And I didn't like it. In fact, I hated it. That I took pleasure in what Tom and I were doing was a relief to me. So, when he'd mentioned the apron and the makeup, I went to the gym earlier in the day and came home to prepare. I told him to come by at the usual time.＜/p＞＜p＞When the doorbell rang, I blew myself a big red kiss in the mirror. Working a little more wiggle into my hips, I traipsed to the door and opened it slowly…＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 3 Book 3 of "Daddy's Forbidden Desire"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Desperate to free himself of his daughter's temptations, Dale struggles with his insatiable lust. While Katie teases him with obscene phone calls, Dale loses focus at work. Margaret, Dale's sassy young secretary, knows her boss is having an affair and hates that it's distracting the powerful man she loves. To get his head back in the game, she offers herself to him instead. But the relief doesn't last. After Margaret leaves on vacation, Katie comes home to spend the night with Mom and Dad. Telling her mother that she's heartbroken over her boyfriend, Katie asks to sleep in her parents' bed. Now Dale is stuck between his wife and his daughter, and Katie says she can't sleep...＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Katie's eyes batted up at him. "Do you remember what it feels like to break up with someone? When part of you is sad but part of you is horny and wondering?" She actually made her eyes water. "I'm just a little messed up. I'm sorry I teased you. Can't you feel a little bad for me?" she whispered. "Can't you feel for me, daddy?" As she spoke her eyes closed. She tilted her face up to his and pouted her mouth; and in the moonlight she was so soft, and vulnerable. How could he not?＜/p＞＜p＞He reached up and caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I didn't realize. But you're...it'll be okay."＜/p＞＜p＞She gave a weak sob and he bent down to kiss her forehead. She raised her head and let his lips slide over her skin. The kiss slid down to her nose, paternally. She continued to raise her face and he lightly pecked her on the mouth. She didn't move that time but continued to sniffle, so he pecked her again. This time she parted her lips ever so slightly but didn't press against his. He placed his hand on her other cheek. "It'll be okay," he murmured. She stretched her neck for another kiss.＜/p＞＜p＞"Will it, daddy?"＜/p＞＜p＞This time when he kissed her she moved her lips with his. "Mmm," she murmured into his mouth. He didn't pull his face away this time and she opened her lips all the way and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He started to pull away but she sobbed again, as if on cue. Their next kiss was wet and she breathed into his mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞Within him, his stomach churned with longing and despair. Instinctually, he wanted to protect her, and she'd made it clear that his kisses were showing her the attention and love she needed. But that wasn't the only instinct at work, and he needed her to stop pressing against him.＜/p＞＜p＞He caressed her neck and she eased against his hand. She gave a whimper that forced him to take her hand from his arm and kiss it; it was the sound of her need. He kissed her fingers.＜/p＞＜p＞"Daddy, I can feel you."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 4【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞In the conclusion to this tawdry tale of personal prostitution, Catherine is divided between Bobby, the man she thought she loved, and Tom, the enigmatic client that may truly need her. After having her way with both of them, Catherine separates herself from these men, seeking emotional (and physical) comfort in the arms of her best friend Allison. Who will she ultimately end up with, if anyone?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Without Tom's bi-weekly visitations to look forward to the days ground on. I didn't stop hitting the gym, but I never saw him there. Allison's acting dreams weren't panning out like she'd hoped and so we became gym bunnies again, getting smoothies afterward, talking about guys, work, and other parts of the daily grind. I didn't tell her about Bobby, or Tom. I tried not to think about it.＜/p＞＜p＞I'd saved up enough from our contract to make a down payment on an apartment. If I kept the secretary job I could scrimp by. It wouldn't be a comfortable existence but the few grand would act as a nice buffer while I continued my job search. If that was really what I wanted to do.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated to admit it, but without Tom's bi-weekly visitations I lost a little bit of color in my world. In the beginning, I was afraid of him and afraid of what I was doing to myself. Towards the middle, I saw it as a job, as an enjoyable job, but a kind of employment (not a career or a calling, certainly) nonetheless. By the end... I'll be honest, I missed him. I missed his kisses, and I missed his loud, stupid motorcycle. I didn't miss the mystery, because I realized I'd wanted to know more a long time ago.＜/p＞＜p＞The orgasms were rough to lose, too.＜/p＞＜p＞I tried not to concentrate on that, tried to keep myself in reality. I was at home, it was nearly March, and I was staring at several browser windows of job applications and graduate school websites and trying to figure out if it was weird that Tom had just disappeared from my life. I could call him whenever I wanted, but I didn't know if he'd pick up. I didn't know where he lived. I couldn't find him online. He was like some tricky phantom who'd blown in with the season and blown away, sad and strange. But Tom was more than a ghost. He'd been flesh and blood, hard, never mean, rough and gentle.＜/p＞＜p＞It bothered me that I missed him, because I didn't know if I missed him because I missed him, if I missed him because it was over with Bobby, if I really missed Bobby, or if my life was just directionless and I was looking for anything halfway decent to prop me up. It was an uncomfortable position to be in.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby refuses to confront her feelings for her futanari neighbor. If it was just the kinky sex that drove her crazy, she could bury her passion with her prayers, but there's something else going on. Leticia cares for Abby in a way that scares her senseless. The futa girl wants them to be more than secret lovers, but can Abby accept that? It goes against her religion, her upbringing, her sexual identity. Just when she thinks she's made up her mind, Letty appears at the mall with a very naughty proposition... This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞That was hardly the most daring aspect of the dress. The tag said it had a plunging V-neckline, but the neckline was more of a suggestion than a reality. The front was a cutout that needed to be tied, and tightly. Without a bra to hold me back, my chest pushed against the lightweight weave and turned what was supposed to be a cute dress into a sultry proposition. If I was skinnier, and less endowed, this would be a fun little number to wear to the beach, but the way it fitted against me was more tantalizing than teasing. It was sensual.＜/p＞＜p＞My fingers shook as I tied a loose knot in the cutout, knowing full well that I'd never wear this thing again. Though every second I spent in the dressing room ate into my commute, I sacrificed them for the fantasy that this belonged to me. I combed out my hair and let it fall over my shoulders, I pouted, I posed. I played with the loose sleeves. I twisted in place to see how the fabric draped over my butt. I suddenly remembered that Letty was behind the door. With the exception of my brain (which tumbled into a bucket of ice water), every part of my body turned uncomfortably hot. The contradiction left me dizzy and reeling for the wall again. I didn't have to let her see me in this, I promised myself. I didn't owe her a thing. But the warm parts of me rebelled. With weak fingers shaking like leaves on a brittle branch, I slid the bolt out of the dressing room door. The door swung back. Awkward in my own skin, I curled my shaking fingers into the skirt. I wished the hem was longer, wished her eyes would end their long journey up my bare legs and stomach, and not linger on the knot. I wished she didn't sway from side to side and wrap her arms around her hips in quiet contemplation. I wished I didn't say something stupid like, "What do you think?"I wished I could tell her no when she reached for my hand and lifted it over my head. She spun me in a slow circle. I wished I could control my breathing better, wished my ragged panting wasn't made so obvious by my naked cleavage. I wished I didn't close my eyes when she brushed her lips against my ear. "I think you look beautiful," she whispered. I heard her close the dressing room door behind her. "I know you think that," I said, trying to be stronger. "I mean the dress. What do you think of that?"She locked the bolt.I felt her near me again, just in front of me. I felt her hands on my thighs slowly pushing up the skirt, felt her body through her t-shirt. I felt her warm breath on my nose. "I was thinking..." she said, "of you. In this dress. In a little cottage by the ocean. Barefoot. Nothing under here..." "A cottage?" I murmured. I finally opened my eyes. She was gazing down at me with an unholy hunger. "That's a very domestic scene," I said. "Do we have a little dog, too? Do I make you dinner when the sun goes down?""No, I think we order out," she said. Her voice was low, and I wondered if it was because she knew it made me wet or because the mousy clerk was sitting just outside. Letty's fingers began to untie the loose knot I'd made in the cutout. "But you do let me undress you when we get back inside."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 1【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Fresh out of college and working minimum wage, Catherine is desperate to earn some cash. Enter Tom, an enigmatic young man with money to burn. Tom offers Catherine a deal: Become his personal prostitute and he'll pay her a fortune. Cat likes sex and she likes Tom's money, but what would her boyfriend think? Maybe he doesn't need to know…＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I hesitated when I crossed my arms but then I had the shirt off. I was now just in my sports bra and my yoga pants. The last person to see me naked was Allison. The last person who I'd slept with was Bobby. And Tom was watching me. He'd paid me, so I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pulled them down.＜/p＞＜p＞I was in my g-string and my sports bra, and I could see that Tom liked it. I could already see his erection from his shorts. “Are you getting naked?” I asked. “I will,” he said. “You don't want to do this?” I indicated my bra. “No,” he said. I pulled it off in one motion. My breasts thanked me by falling happily down my chest. Then, without looking at him, I bent over and slid my g-string down my legs.I was naked in my living room with Tom. I didn't ask him if he wanted me at the table. I knew he did. As I walked past him, not looking at him, I thought of Bobby. What would he think? Would he call me slut? Would he be mad, upset? I pulled the drawer open. There were a few sets of keys, loose change, some maps, and that old hairbrush. Brush my hair? I pulled the hairbrush out and slid the drawer closed. I glanced behind me. Tom had taken off his shirt. I watched him pull down his shorts. “Brush your hair.” I turned back to the mirror and started to brush my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror. We hadn't turned the lights on so the only light came from the shafts of sunlight outside. It was enough to see myself, to see my full breasts in the mirror, the line of my abdominals, and to see Tom come to me from behind. I actually expected him to grab me, to push it in me, to fuck me. He didn't do that. I continued to brush my hair and Tom, softly, put his hands on my shoulders. I stopped brushing. “Keep going,” he said. I continued to brush my hair. The whole time I could watch Tom. He bent down and kissed the back of my neck. He slid his left hand over my left elbow; he didn't tell me to stop brushing so I continued to use it to hold my hair back as I brushed with my right. His right hand slid down my side, glided up into my armpit and roved down my body, down my ribs. I felt his fingers feel each rib, felt them play over my stomach, felt them in my bellybutton. His left hand snaked over my chest and down the line of my abdomen. He didn't touch my breasts. And he kissed the back of my neck, moving around to where my neck met my shoulder. And he breathed deeply. He was inhaling me, my scent, my sweat. He kissed lower, kissing over my shoulder. I realized he was tracing the muscles in my back, kissing them. I felt his dick slide down my ass, slide down my leg as he bent lower, going lower, kissing the small of my back, rolling his lips over the high slope of my ass. My body continued to shake and I strained my legs to make them stop. His hands came around my front and gripped my thighs, ran down to my knees. I kept brushing my hair while Tom kissed my body, smelled me. Then he slid his nose into the top of my crack. “Don't-” I said automatically. “Are you saying no?” he said. I had frozen in the mirror. “What are you going to do?” “I'm going to kiss you.” “I haven't showered.” “I know.” “Tom-” I started. “What?” He kissed between my cheeks, the sweaty area at the top of my buttocks. He bit into the flesh. My legs wobbled a bit. “Nothing,” I breathed. I didn't think it would be like this.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 3【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby has watched her life from behind a dreary curtain of safe and dispassionate relationships, always with men, never to her satisfaction. The passion of her futanari neighbor has transformed her. Abby must admit she is in love with Leticia. She is enchanted by her futa body, challenged and delighted by her naughty mind. The couple drive north to deal with a family emergency, and fall deeper for each other in the process. Letty encourages Abby to explore her inner dom, and later experiment with backdoor fun. Abby has no idea where this road will end, but their carnal adventure has just begun.＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~Excerpt~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I was lost in her skin. She lay naked on my bed, the sheets thrown back and her long, long legs stretched to the edge of my mattress. She was asleep, the pillow crumpled up in the crook of her arm and her faded blue hair buried in its pale blue folds. Her eyelashes trembled like drunken butterflies, wings too heavy to bear.＜/p＞＜p＞She was hairless below her eyebrows, her skin a luscious vanilla cream. The only real colors on her body were the tattoos that wended across her arms and ribs and thigh. As she breathed, the shadows flexed their fingers over her breast. I was jealous of the shadows.＜/p＞＜p＞Jealousy. It stirred in me like a demon begging for exorcism. I could smell her from across the room--cedar and sweet grass--when her long, long legs brushed against each another. The scent clashed with the stale reek of cigarette that emanated from the rumple of clothes beside the bed, a reminder that she was an alien here. Did I look like her when I slept, so peaceful? Edible?＜/p＞＜p＞It was rare that I woke before her. Addicted to caffeine and frequently waking with mad dreams she was desperate to get on paper and canvas, Leticia kept strange hours. I never knew when she'd be up or down, sleeping in the afternoon or scratching at her sketchbook before the sun rose.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated to wake when it was still dark but I was too nervous to sleep. I'd promised Letty that I would drive her to her parents' house. Which meant I was going to meet her parents. Which meant what exactly I didn't know. I rose before the dawn, my mouth so dry that I gulped down three glasses of water before I had a rational thought. My stomach was a square knot and I feared that I couldn't do what I'd promised.＜br /＞ Then I turned back to the bed, saw her lying there, and my heart ached.＜/p＞＜p＞That was always just a phrase to me, "heartache." I thought it was sappy, if cute. I didn't realize it could really happen. The sensation was visceral, not cute. My heart wriggled in separate directions, hooked through its arteries by opposing inclinations. I didn't know what to do with myself; I didn't know what to do with her.＜/p＞＜p＞There was a naked girl in my bed. When she was awake she was powerful--a single smirk or wink could melt my will--but asleep she was just a girl, her lips gently parted, her butterfly lashes caressing her cheeks. And there, draped over her snowy thigh, was the male organ I could not ignore.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	316円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Now that Catherine has agreed to be Tom's personal call girl, she wonders if she can keep his business and her pleasure truly separate. And as she gives in to Tom's fantasies, she questions whether she and Bobby are really in love. As her heart and her libido collide, there's only one thing Catherine is truly certain of: Tom is the politest pervert she's ever met.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Once we got to my house, Tom set his helmet on the table and slipped his gym bag off his arm. He reached into it while I bent down to untie my sneakers. I watched him rifle through it and then pull something black and box-shaped from inside. He dropped the gym bag to the floor and wiped his wet hair out of his eyes.＜/p＞＜p＞He slipped my shoes off for me and stood up. I stared at the thing until I was sure of what it was, then I laughed. “Where did you get that?”＜/p＞＜p＞He gave a small, crooked smile and shrugged.＜/p＞＜p＞I wiped the moisture from around my nose. It had been a very hot day and both of us were even sweatier than usual. “Seriously,” I said. “Who even sells polaroid cameras anymore?” I suddenly realized what he probably wanted and I shook my head. “Wait, no way.”＜/p＞＜p＞“You get to keep the photos,” he said peacefully. He took my hand and started to lead me upstairs. I sighed and went with him. When we got to my room he took his shoes off and set them next to the bed. Then he pulled five crisp hundreds from his wallet and set them on the dresser.＜/p＞＜p＞He flipped the camera open and wandered to my nightstand. He walked towards the mirror, and then he turned. I was still standing by my doorway.＜/p＞＜p＞“Take your clothes off,” he said.＜/p＞＜p＞I gave him a sidelong look while he peered through the camera.＜/p＞＜p＞He smiled. “Do it. You can count the money first.”＜/p＞＜p＞I pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it down on the floor. I was wearing a black sports bra and the fabric was almost soaked completely through. “Actually,” he said, taking a step back against the mirror, “yeah, count it now.”＜/p＞＜p＞I tried to give him the look that I thought this was stupid but he ignored it. “Take your shorts off,” he said. “Do it in the bra and panties.”＜/p＞＜p＞I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and wiggled out of my shorts. I bent low to hook them off my ankles and get my socks off too. “Stand up and count it,” he said.＜/p＞＜p＞I rose up and stepped to my dresser. The bills slid off the wood and into my hands and I started to count. 1…2… The camera flashed. The thing let out a loud mechanical whirr and the picture popped out of the mouth. I licked my thumb and slipped the third bill down. I counted the fourth. And when I folded the last one the camera flashed again and the first picture fluttered to the ground and the second followed it down.＜/p＞＜p＞Tom reached down to the floor and took the two pictures. He laid them on my nightstand and turned around to face me.＜/p＞＜p＞Half of him was in the mirror. In the other half I could see myself standing in front of my doorway. Tom held the camera up to his face.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Seduced By The Sex Demon - Volume 2 Book 5 of "Sex Magic"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Jeffrey Corven used to be a spineless sap of a man, until his wife summoned a sex demon and turned him into a force of nature! Now devilishly horny and with the power to control the minds of men and women, Jeff is on a quest to bang everyone he can get his hands on. This bawdy tale of blasphemy is as humorous as it is hardcore!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff's hand rested gently on her thigh. "You don't have to tell me," he said. Instantly her stomach relaxed and she felt a river of warmth flood down her spine. It felt good. It felt very good.＜/p＞＜p＞She swallowed around the lump in her throat. "No, I want to. I've - we've - had sex. And it was good. I've only been with him. But, like, he wants to do it...he wants us to try anal. He's done it before and I haven't, so I guess I'm just a little nervous?"＜/p＞＜p＞"A little?" said Jeff. "Melanie, you're shivering like a leaf." He patted her thigh and returned his hand to the steering wheel. "So I imagine this trip to the pharmacy was just a ruse to get lubricant? Clever girl..."＜/p＞＜p＞She giggled at the conspiratorial face he made. "No," she said. "I really am on my period. I got it just before we left. That's why Ryan said we should...you know. He doesn't like to do it when I'm-"＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff shook his head. "Nothing wrong with parting the red sea, I always say. But I understand. Some men grow weak at the sight of blood, while others take strength from it. You, young creature, do you get the urge when your menses is flowing?"＜/p＞＜p＞She flushed bright red. It was true; she always felt particularly horny in the latter days of her period.＜/p＞＜p＞"No need for shame," said Jeff. "It's perfectly natural. But Ryan did ask you to buy lubricant, did he not?"＜/p＞＜p＞Melanie shook her head. "He...he said we wouldn't need any."＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff frowned. "Oh? And I suppose he isn't planning on using a condom."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well, we didn't bring any..."＜/p＞＜p＞"He didn't bring any, is what you mean."＜/p＞＜p＞She shrugged. "I want to make him happy. I'm just nervous."＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff exhaled compassionately. "Melanie, my dear, my heart goes out to you. I wish there was something I could do to ease your apprehension. I suppose I could, well...no."＜/p＞＜p＞Melanie's legs tensed in anticipation. "What?"＜/p＞＜p＞"No, no, no," he muttered, cranking the SUV into park. She was so wound up she hadn't even realized they'd arrived.＜/p＞＜p＞"Please?" she said. "Oh, you've been so understanding. I want to know what you think."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well..." said Jeff, scratching his head. "I have a fair bit of experience in...this particular area. I'd be happy to help you understand your body and the hygienic practicalities involved. But that might not be appropriate."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh..." said Melanie. The tension in her thighs rode up into her center with a tantalizing tingle. "Um. I guess so. But I'd...I'd really appreciate it?" Her heart hammered at her breasts as she considered what Uncle Jeff was asking. Her anal virginity. Was it appropriate? She wasn't sure. But her body was getting excited. Much more excited than she'd been when Ryan suggested it.＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff shook his head. "I'd hate to make you uncomfortable, Melanie. Forget I mentioned it." He popped his door.＜/p＞＜p＞"Wait!" She hadn't meant to scream.＜/p＞＜p＞His eyes, scintillating and seductive, peered over his shoulder. "Yes...?"＜/p＞＜p＞She chewed on her lip. "Uh...but...Aunt Eileen. Would she...mind?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Why would she? I'd just explain a few things about your body, about the male body, and about the best way to enjoy anal intercourse. It would be an educational experience, not some torrid affair. Nothing shameful about that, is there?"＜/p＞＜p＞When he put it like that, it seemed perfectly sensible. She had a vague feeling that Ryan might not agree, but she couldn't imagine why...＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Seduced By The Sex Demon - Volume 1 Book 4 of "Sex Magic"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞When a magic ritual goes wrong, meek Jeffrey Corven is possessed by an unstoppable sex demon. Feeding on human lust and looking for a devilishly good time, the demon sets out to seduce every woman in Jeffrey's life. Powerless to resist Jeff's hellish mind control, they are filled with only one desire: Total submission to his lust!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She slammed her palms on the table. "You've got some nerve, Corven!"＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmm," he said, enjoying the taste of her fury.＜/p＞＜p＞"You can take all the vacation days you want, you're not ever coming back here," she said. Oh, it felt good, it felt very good to say those words.＜/p＞＜p＞"No, you're not firing me, Patricia," he said. His voice jabbed her in the gut like a harpoon. Every word that followed twisted it deeper into her body - not painfully; the harpoon was hot and serpentine, and it burrowed down to her womanhood. "In fact, you're going to give Jeffrey Corven a raise, a promotion, and stock options - since you all seem to value this invisible money so much. And you're going to give Jeff - me - two weeks off. You see, my wife's family is having a reunion upstate and she is insistent that we go."＜/p＞＜p＞"Y-yes," said Patricia. Why had she said yes? She was going to call security. Wasn't she going to call security?＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmm," said Jeff. "Tell me, what were your breasts like before your cosmetic surgery? Not A cups, surely. Were you not pleased with the Bs?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I...I..."＜/p＞＜p＞"I'd like to see them," said Jeff. "Back in those dark ages of ours women used bustiers, but of course that illusion dropped once the clothes did. Do they make you feel powerful, Patricia?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," she panted, reaching up to unbutton her blouse.＜/p＞＜p＞"Very good," he said. "From the dawn of mankind to its very end, the breast will forever be the bane and blessing of the male existence. But of course you're not just in it for the men, are you, Patty?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I..." How did he know?＜/p＞＜p＞"You don't like admitting your taste in women? It's part of who you are."＜/p＞＜p＞Her whole life she had suppressed that part of herself, that part that felt attraction for women as well as men. She thought it was weakness, but all of her sexual fantasies involved women, despite her professional desire for a strong, dominant man. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she questioned again why she allowed this madness to continue. She couldn't help herself. Just staring into Jeff's bright - and were they golden? - eyes made her lose all sense of propriety. Nervously, she glanced out the window that overlooked the entire office through half-slitted blinds.＜/p＞＜p＞"If you'd like an audience, why don't we ask Miss Jacobs to join us?"＜/p＞＜p＞The muscles in Patricia's arms seized up. Jasmine Jacobs was her secretary, a petite Puerto Rican girl in her early twenties. Many was the night Patricia had fantasized about grabbing the girl by her black ponytail and kissing her fulsome lips. "Jasmine?" she sputtered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh yes," said Jeff. He cracked the door and gently called, "Miss Jacobs? Your superior would like to see you, please."＜/p＞＜p＞Gathering a pen and a legal pad, Jasmine hurried from behind her desk and slid deftly through the open door. She squeaked when she saw Patricia and dropped the pen and pad on the carpet.＜/p＞＜p＞Patricia had cast her blouse and coat aside and was standing behind her desk in her lacy black bra. "Ms. Cunningham!" Jasmine gasped. "W-what is the meaning of this?"＜/p＞＜p＞"The meaning is secondary to the purpose," said Jeff, closing the door behind her. "And the purpose, is to get it on." He gently massaged the girl's shoulders. "Can you help Patricia with her bra, dear? It looks very tight."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 4【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞When Dale is stranded on a business trip, he has no choice but to stay the night with his daughter Katie. Dale promises himself that he won't succumb to his forbidden lust, but that promise is shattered when he meets Katie's busty roommate, Angela. It seems this naughty young woman has been waiting for a "daddy" of her own, and Katie doesn't mind sharing!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She was waiting for him in her doorway, just waiting, without the lights turned on but her body clear in the moonlight. Dale stopped by the couch. Katie was a living silhouette, and as she came forward her curves, her tall, graceful features, came into focus.＜/p＞＜p＞His daughter's curls were resplendent, even having been slept on (though Dale wondered if she'd actually been sleeping), and they framed her head in rich, silky ringlets.＜/p＞＜p＞Her legs were bare, her smooth skin looking like it had been oiled. The pale sheen of her shins and athletic thighs went all the way up to a pair of sinfully sheer panties. Dale stared at them. She might as well have not worn the panties at all. Her mouth, her full lips puckered in mute enjoyment of his inspection.＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't know if it's because you own it...or because you know you shouldn't touch it...but no one stares at my body the way you do," she said evenly, stopping less than arm's length away from him in front of the couch.＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't own you," Dale said quietly, his eyes now locked on to her dazzling eyes.＜/p＞＜p＞"You made it," she said. Her eyes fell on Angela's closed bathroom. The sounds of her washing were almost loud in the apartment in the dead of night. "Did you have fun?" she whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie..."＜/p＞＜p＞"Shh-sh, daddy," she whispered. "I don't want to play that game tonight. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." She reached down and took his hand, which was still so big compared to hers.＜/p＞＜p＞She turned and tossed her hair. Once they crossed the threshold of her door, she let go of his hand, and shut it behind them. Then she flicked the dull light on in her bathroom. "I think Vanessa was right," Katie continued, her voice betraying no intent beyond making simple conversation. "We probably are nymphomaniacs... But incest is so taboo... I never thought I could be so...naughty. I guess all girls have a fantasy or two about their fathers."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale held her face tightly to his own. "This can't happen," he said breaking away from her. "God, Katie, this can't, can't happen."＜/p＞＜p＞"Don't you think I know that?" she hissed. "Touch me."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円