Excerpt from "Noisy Night" by Yvette Franklin, in Christmas is for Bad Girls from Elm Books: http://elm-books.com
I fucked God. And
then I was screwed. You know Henry
Darden, the guy with the most incredible voice in the whole world, the one who
plays God in all those different movies?
Yeah, that guy. And it was
totally my fault.
We were at a
fabulous Cinco de Mayo party
given by that cute Latino actor from the last James Bond movie. Never seen so much tequila. I was wearing the dress that never
fails, a little black thing that makes my boobs look like DDs and my waist look
like Barbie’s. And my red Jimmy
Angelo Fuck Me Pumps. With no
panties. And of course I am Manda
Spellman, the second coming of Marilyn Monroe, the Pamela Anderson with real
tits.
He was drunk
and flirtatious. I was drunk and
horny as hell. He put a hand on my
ass, and I decided I wanted him so bad that I dragged him out behind the pool
house. He objected that he was
married, but I just ran my hand down his very nice if a little elderly
body. His views on the sanctity of
marriage changed after copping a feel of my luscious breasts, and we allowed
nature to take its course.
Best cheap and
dirty quickie I ever had. I just
unzipped his pants, straddled that long, strong cock of his, and wham—he
came. Then I came so hard I almost
fell off my shoes. The sensation
started at my groin and spread in fast, fiery jolts through every fiber of my
body. It was like lightning
hit. The perfect Erica Jong
zipless fuck.
The lightning of God is a powerful
force. Given I had not seen fit to
use any protection, my ovaries did not stand a chance. Yes, Manda “I know exactly what I am
doing” Spellman got knocked up.
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