Angela -- BDSM Male Dominance Female Submission Erotica Sex Marie Shore Author

Angela -- BDSM Male Dominance Female Submission Erotica Sex Marie Shore Author
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*******************!!!!!!PUBLISHER WARNING!!!!!!!*********************The contents of this book are known to cause spontaneous wetness in women and hardness in men.This story contains shockingly explicit and sexually charged scenes.It is NOT your mother’s erotica!Buy at your own risk (and read alone!)EXCERPT:It’s 945pm as I reach the door to the room. I slowly open the door and I am pleased with what I see before me. Angela is lying on the king size bed and it appears she has read the note I left her and followed my instructions perfectly: ‘Strip down to bra and panties and place the black satin blindfold over your eyes. Lie on the bed and wait.’ She knows I have entered the room. She is smiling like she just heard a dirty secret in class and can’t laugh out loud…it’s a restrained smile. Probably because she can feel me staring at her, my eyes dancing up and down her beautiful frame. They say the Italians make a good car and a smooth wine but it is nothing compared to their women. Genetic goddess in my opinion. She has curves that other women try to buy from surgeons. She has the kind of hair that women take photos of to their stylist and ask for. And her lips….the brightest, most succulent red….moist and shining like a Ferrari in the nighttime rain of the big city. The red is a gorgeous contrast to her black lace underwear and blindfold. Before I can even think about starting I take a good moment to soak her in. It takes all my energy to keep from devouring her at that moment. She will be well worth the wait and she will thank me for it. With her eyes closed and her sense of sight removed she can probably identify me by the Fahrenheit on my body. I only wear it for her and she rewards me for doing so each and every time. It’s about time you got here I don’t answer her. I can already feel the heat of the room. I look at the thermostat on the wall and I can see that she didn’t turn off the heat that I had switched on prior to her arrival. She probably appreciated the warmth when she first took off her clothes. But soon the heat that once comforted her will betray her.