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Sophia Bellefonte
The Haruspex (Part 1 of a thrilling erotic horror)
The Haruspex (Part 1 of a thrilling erotic horror)
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22 year old Hailey Dexter was a normal punk girl living on the West Coast. Until one night she experienced the most amazing sexual encounter of her life with a nameless stranger. This stranger was not one of her normal partners; something was different about him. It wasn’t until mutilated bodies started showing up all around her town that she realized that maybe there was something deeper to the man who satisfied her more than ever before. Although she knew it was a dangerous decision, Hailey couldn’t help but attempt to track down the man who had shown her sexual delights she’d never dreamed of…
READER ADVISORY: Story contains content some readers may find objectionable, including voyeurism, exhibitionism, sexual violence, graphic foreplay, sex with strangers and extended orgasms. If you have a problem with orgasms, do not purchase this book.
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
There, at the top of the staircase, he turned both of our bodies around so that I was one rung above him. He crooked his right arm around my back and dipped me a few inches, as he drove his studded tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste the blood he'd licked off of his lips a moment ago, taste the iron as it ran over my own tongue and down into the back of my throat. We folded down, onto the hard and jutting steps. I lay over them, letting out a small sob of 'ah-' as I jabbed my tail bone against the edge of one. This small, involuntary exhalation of pain seemed to move his lust - already so powerful - into overdrive. I was wearing a black cotton t-shirt under an open leather jacket. He didn't bother removing the jacket, he simply ripped my shirt in half, tearing through the fabric like it was a sheet of printing paper. I was also wearing a plaid skirt which he threw up over my knees before sliding my black lace panties off, nearly ripping them in half as well.
READER ADVISORY: Story contains content some readers may find objectionable, including voyeurism, exhibitionism, sexual violence, graphic foreplay, sex with strangers and extended orgasms. If you have a problem with orgasms, do not purchase this book.
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
There, at the top of the staircase, he turned both of our bodies around so that I was one rung above him. He crooked his right arm around my back and dipped me a few inches, as he drove his studded tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste the blood he'd licked off of his lips a moment ago, taste the iron as it ran over my own tongue and down into the back of my throat. We folded down, onto the hard and jutting steps. I lay over them, letting out a small sob of 'ah-' as I jabbed my tail bone against the edge of one. This small, involuntary exhalation of pain seemed to move his lust - already so powerful - into overdrive. I was wearing a black cotton t-shirt under an open leather jacket. He didn't bother removing the jacket, he simply ripped my shirt in half, tearing through the fabric like it was a sheet of printing paper. I was also wearing a plaid skirt which he threw up over my knees before sliding my black lace panties off, nearly ripping them in half as well.
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