| Author: | R Scott | ISBN: | 9781516347490 |
| Publisher: | R Scott | Publication: | August 9, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | R Scott |
| ISBN: | 9781516347490 |
| Publisher: | R Scott |
| Publication: | August 9, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
A photographer and her female model travel to Wentworth Manor to do a photo shoot. But the place is supposedly haunted and the two women are in for a hauntingly erotic surprise. This story contains graphic female-female sex and should not be downloaded or read by minors!
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Book Excerpt:
I looked over the house. It was painted white, though the paint was chipping and peeling in many places. The front porch was large, with thick white columns that held a second floor veranda over the porch. Some windows had black shutters, but several of the shutters were missing. The lawn around the house was overgrown with grass and weeds. The front door was closed. A real estate agency's "for sale" sign was posted by the drive, but it was weathered and had clearly been there for some time.
"Alright," I said with a sigh. "But can we get out of here before it starts getting dark? This place is creeping me out."
"Sure," Jen said. She climbed out of the car and circled around back to grab her camera bag out of the trunk. I stepped out of the car and stood there in the driveway for a minute, simply looking at the manor house that was once grand but was now a shell of its former self.
The slamming of the trunk broke me from my thoughts. Jen had her camera bag slung over her shoulder and was crunching along the dirt of the drive, walking toward the front walk. I fell in beside her.
A photographer and her female model travel to Wentworth Manor to do a photo shoot. But the place is supposedly haunted and the two women are in for a hauntingly erotic surprise. This story contains graphic female-female sex and should not be downloaded or read by minors!
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Book Excerpt:
I looked over the house. It was painted white, though the paint was chipping and peeling in many places. The front porch was large, with thick white columns that held a second floor veranda over the porch. Some windows had black shutters, but several of the shutters were missing. The lawn around the house was overgrown with grass and weeds. The front door was closed. A real estate agency's "for sale" sign was posted by the drive, but it was weathered and had clearly been there for some time.
"Alright," I said with a sigh. "But can we get out of here before it starts getting dark? This place is creeping me out."
"Sure," Jen said. She climbed out of the car and circled around back to grab her camera bag out of the trunk. I stepped out of the car and stood there in the driveway for a minute, simply looking at the manor house that was once grand but was now a shell of its former self.
The slamming of the trunk broke me from my thoughts. Jen had her camera bag slung over her shoulder and was crunching along the dirt of the drive, walking toward the front walk. I fell in beside her.
