| Author: | Raquel Rogue | ISBN: | 1230000007349 |
| Publisher: | Smokin' Hot Press | Publication: | July 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Raquel Rogue |
| ISBN: | 1230000007349 |
| Publisher: | Smokin' Hot Press |
| Publication: | July 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Sex, sex, sex, and just enough plot to pull it together.
A Smokin' Hot Press erotic short story.
Angie and Carrie are a pair of hot biker babes who might be just a little crazy. After a confrontation with a pimp, they get into an argument over which of them would make a better hooker. Well, there's only one way to find out. And the loser has to give herself over to the pimp. This story one-handed reading at its finest.
Warning, this short-story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, namely a smoking hot and horny pair of biker babes have sex for money, including bukkake, ménage à trois, and other kinky sex acts. This sexy short story is all sizzling porn, getting down and dirty. With: explicit sex, taboo, hardcore, hardcore sex, erotica, porn, hardcore sex, prostitution, gang bangers, gangsta, biker chicks, biker babes, pimp, foot fetish, fetish in the story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Excerpt:
"Big Rod is watching us," Carrie said. She wagged her brows. "He'll see us arrested and I'm pretty sure he bail us out."
"Oh, no shit," Angie said. "That'll put us in his debt, and that bastard will own our asses. We'll be working these streets in earnest as his hookers."
"Yeah," Carrie said, feeling her body heating up. "Kind of scary sexy, right?"
"Actually, yes, it is. Oh well, let's get this party started," Angie said. She smiled wantonly as she leaned in close. "It's a bet. Sealed with a kiss."
Each cupped the other's face, as they tilted their heads and pushed into a lingering lipstick kiss. Though neither would admit to being bisexual, much less a lesbian, they rather enjoyed finding reasons to kiss and make out. Mostly they did it to entertain the boys at the Ragin' Cajun.
"Mmm, nice," Angie said as they pulled away. A big luxury car came to a screeching stop beside them. A middle-aged executive type rolled the passenger window down and motioned for Angie to come over. "Damn. How much do hot chicks like us get?"
About the Author:
Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked, it'll curl your toes.
Sex, sex, sex, and just enough plot to pull it together.
A Smokin' Hot Press erotic short story.
Angie and Carrie are a pair of hot biker babes who might be just a little crazy. After a confrontation with a pimp, they get into an argument over which of them would make a better hooker. Well, there's only one way to find out. And the loser has to give herself over to the pimp. This story one-handed reading at its finest.
Warning, this short-story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, namely a smoking hot and horny pair of biker babes have sex for money, including bukkake, ménage à trois, and other kinky sex acts. This sexy short story is all sizzling porn, getting down and dirty. With: explicit sex, taboo, hardcore, hardcore sex, erotica, porn, hardcore sex, prostitution, gang bangers, gangsta, biker chicks, biker babes, pimp, foot fetish, fetish in the story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Excerpt:
"Big Rod is watching us," Carrie said. She wagged her brows. "He'll see us arrested and I'm pretty sure he bail us out."
"Oh, no shit," Angie said. "That'll put us in his debt, and that bastard will own our asses. We'll be working these streets in earnest as his hookers."
"Yeah," Carrie said, feeling her body heating up. "Kind of scary sexy, right?"
"Actually, yes, it is. Oh well, let's get this party started," Angie said. She smiled wantonly as she leaned in close. "It's a bet. Sealed with a kiss."
Each cupped the other's face, as they tilted their heads and pushed into a lingering lipstick kiss. Though neither would admit to being bisexual, much less a lesbian, they rather enjoyed finding reasons to kiss and make out. Mostly they did it to entertain the boys at the Ragin' Cajun.
"Mmm, nice," Angie said as they pulled away. A big luxury car came to a screeching stop beside them. A middle-aged executive type rolled the passenger window down and motioned for Angie to come over. "Damn. How much do hot chicks like us get?"
About the Author:
Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked, it'll curl your toes.
