Sweet Sadie and the Den of Delicious Depravity: A Sensual Story about Power, Wealth & High Art

Have you ever wondered what twisted perversions the elite 0.01% get up to in their ivory towers?

College student Sadie is thrilled when her idol, conceptual artist Giles Kelcher, asks her to participate in a groundbreaking interactive art project. The top-secret event involves a dozen or so of the wealthiest and most respected men in the world feeding from her engorged breasts.

But that's not all! There are more tasty treats in store for the politicians, tycoons and rock stars, thanks to the other young women involved. Crammed with crazy kinks too hot for this blurb, this freaky little story is a delectable delight that'll leave you hungry for more.


EXCERPT:

"Hi, Giles," I said, taking a seat across from him. "It's great to see you again. I'm so excited about the project!"

This was the understatement of the century. I hadn't been able to think of much else since Giles offered me the chance to participate, but the problem is that I had absolutely no idea what any of it entailed. After arriving at the space, I'd learned a little more, but not much. All I knew was that this was going to be a major event and that there would be a prince there! Imagine that!

"Glad to hear it," he said. "I'm excited too. Now, I'd like to fill you in on the project and what it entails. If, after hearing all the details, you're still in, then we can get started. If you're not, I'll have to ask you to leave so I can arrange to work with one of the other girls I have in mind. I do hope you'll want to participate though. You have a sort of nurturing quality that would really enhance the piece."

A nurturing quality? I'd never heard that before. Maybe he was just so used to the stick thin girls of the art world that the sight of one with a little more meat on her bones looked "mumsy" to him. I wasn't fat or anything, but I was a corn-fed girl from Iowa who came from a long line of farm folk. I looked nothing like the uber cool waif with the clipboard.

"I can't wait to find out more," I said.

He nodded. "The piece is entitled 'A Feast for the Gods' and it depicts an interactive scene of gender cannibalism."

Gender cannibalism?!?! Whoa.

"By no means is it strictly a misogynistic piece, though," Giles went on to say. "For every viewer that sees it as misogyny at its worst, I would imagine the same number of viewers would see it as a representation of goddess worship."

"It sounds fascinating," I said.

"I think it's compelling," he said with a nod. "You will represent the goddess of nourishment. Your breasts will be bursting with mothers milk, and will be suckled by the most powerful men in the world--captains of industry, high-level politicians, Hollywood royalty, actual royalty. It's going to be incredible. Nothing like this has ever been done before."

Holy crap. My head was spinning out of control, trying to picture the image he was describing, and failing miserably. As far as I could tell, there was one major flaw in his vision.

"Um...as far as the milk...um... Don't you have to be pregnant or like to have given birth in order to have milk in there?" I asked him.

"Generally, yes, but there's a new drug that will make a woman lactate. It's a few years away from being approved by the FDA, but it definitely will be at some point. They've been testing it in Europe for years and they've had some amazing results," he told me.

"It seems so random," I mused. "I mean, why would any woman want to have milk coming out of her boobs? Unless it's for the sake of art, of course." I smiled.

Giles didn't return my smile. "It's not random at all. Plenty of women who adopt newborns would love the chance to bond with them through breastfeeding," he pointed out.

"Oh, okay. That makes sense," I said.

"So, what do you say, Sadie? Are you in or are you out?"