| Author: | Taylor French | ISBN: | 9781386402411 |
| Publisher: | Night Table Press | Publication: | September 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Taylor French |
| ISBN: | 9781386402411 |
| Publisher: | Night Table Press |
| Publication: | September 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Young Dancer Torn Between Romance and Primal Lust
My name is Jade and I am a stripper. I have a rule against dating the customers, but I broke it and dated two at the same time. My punishment was to be cast into a world of conflicting sexual and emotional desires. To be torn between the carnal version of the lady and the tiger.
One guy was every girl's dream. Handsome, generous, attentive, rich and a master lover. Candle light dinners with expensive wines, long walks on the beach and making love for hours by the fireside. He was Mr. Romance. He had my head spinning and my body craving.
Then I met the other one. The brute. He was roguish, devilishly charming and built like an Olympic body builder. No romance in this guy. He took what he wanted and what he wanted most often was me on my back or bent over something with my butt in the air. He didn't care about my pleasure. He just wanted a sex toy. But I responded to him on a primal level and relished every moment of his physical dominance and emotional indifference.
The story of my conflict is a steamy, adult read and contains explicit sexual descriptions of some extremely intimate acts. Please enjoy my erotic exploits. I sure did.
Young Dancer Torn Between Romance and Primal Lust
My name is Jade and I am a stripper. I have a rule against dating the customers, but I broke it and dated two at the same time. My punishment was to be cast into a world of conflicting sexual and emotional desires. To be torn between the carnal version of the lady and the tiger.
One guy was every girl's dream. Handsome, generous, attentive, rich and a master lover. Candle light dinners with expensive wines, long walks on the beach and making love for hours by the fireside. He was Mr. Romance. He had my head spinning and my body craving.
Then I met the other one. The brute. He was roguish, devilishly charming and built like an Olympic body builder. No romance in this guy. He took what he wanted and what he wanted most often was me on my back or bent over something with my butt in the air. He didn't care about my pleasure. He just wanted a sex toy. But I responded to him on a primal level and relished every moment of his physical dominance and emotional indifference.
The story of my conflict is a steamy, adult read and contains explicit sexual descriptions of some extremely intimate acts. Please enjoy my erotic exploits. I sure did.
