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Could lines like, "ooh it's hot in here" really get you laid? Christmas is over: the presents have been opened and tired of, the brandy had been downed and hangover is a distant memory. Sophie is alone with nothing but vat of posh hot chocolate, her right hand and a secret porn collection to keep her happy. It's not that she doesn't want to have sex, it's just that the nice boys she meets aren't the type to pin her down and ravish her. When she does drag a boy home, she has fun toying with him. But it's not enough. What she wants is a big, hot, hung man who will ravish her like they do in the porn films and take her anal cherry.When her heating breaks down she imagines a big, hot stud with a huge package and just one mission: to extinguish the fire in her loins. Well as we find out, life isn't like movies. Oh no, it's even better...Look no further for some hefty doses sizzling sex laced with face smothering, muff shaving, exhibitionism, masturbation, foot worship, bum sex and spatula shagging.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	16 novembre 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781849897839
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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WINTER WARMER

A (GETTING) BIBLICAL TALE

By
Sarah Berry

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Winter warmer published in 2011 by
Andrews UK Limited

www.andrewsuk.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Sarah Berry

The right of Sarah Berry to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Winter Warmer

Sophie pulled her the dressing robes over her hot water bottle and sighed. Christmas was over: the presents had been opened and tired of, the brandy had been downed and her hangover was a distant memory. Even the snow no longer felt romantic, especially since her central heating had broken down. After begging just about every gas company in the Yellow Pages to send someone around before she turned blue and stiff, Sophie now faced a huge bill from Heaven-Sent Heaters. She stuffed another coffee cream into her gob (all the best Quality Street had long been devoured) and prayed for the plumber to come soon.
As she frothed the milk in her new steamer – a pressie from Aunty Irene – she studied her face in the shiny metal surface. She really wasn’t bad looking. Her long mousy hair could do with a brush and she always looked better with mascara. But the steam was giving her a fabulous just-fucked look. If the plumber turned up now, maybe he’d think she’d spent the day rolling around with some big, hunky boyfriend. Maybe he’d even be jealous? He wouldn’t realise that it had been almost six months since she’d had any action... at least any action where a real life man was involved.
It wasn’t that Sophie didn’t like sex. Oh no, she was actually obsessed with it. But because she looked so sweet and was a little bit shy, she only attracted “nice” boys. They’d wine and dine her and give her compliments about her shoes and her hair. Then, when she tried to lure them back to her lair for a bonkfest, they’d resist and kiss her on the cheek, believing they were being gentlemanly. Well how gentlemanly is it to leave a girl high and dry and left with nothing to do but wank over her increasing porn collection?
It had started quite innocently. She worked as an office manager and was so efficient that she usually finished all her daily tasks by 3pm. So her choice was: sit there and look busy or reorganise the stationary cupboard (she’d rather fuck Sam from accounts in there, but oh well). At first she ventured on to those sexy chatrooms, where you could talk to men like on Facebook chat, but you couldn’t see what anyone looked like or any details about them. These were great because the sites didn’t have any naked pics on them, just a black page with words so anyone looking wouldn’t know.
She liked describing herself as a naked 21-year-old blonde available for them to do what they wished. She loved the idea of being taken by a stranger. She wanted to be kissed hard by a man who was so bowled over by her beauty that he couldn’t stop himself ripping off her clothes, kissing her passionately – both on her mouth and her pussy. Oh how they wouldn’t be able to get enough of her sweet pussy juice. They would only lift their head so they could flip her over a ram their cock in her, squeezing her tits as they rammed their cock into her pussy, fucking her till she couldn’t walk.

By the end of the week she have more and more screens open at once rather like a gang bang. She would have one in her mouth, one in her pussy, one in her arse, all fucking her at the same time before covering her in jizz. She’d actually never had a man in her arse before. All the guys she’d slept with were too nice.
While she typed her sexy chat lines, Sophie would squeeze her legs together to rub her throbbing clit. Sometimes she’d even be bold and stuff her finger up her skirt and have a quick fiddle, biting her lip to keep from screaming out. She’d already had to tell her colleague Fiona that her “hot flushes” were due to high blood pressure and her moans were PMT. She was sure the men could smell her ripe cunt juice – they had a nose for these things.
And it didn’t stop when she was at home – in fact the more she frigged the more she needed to frig. Only there she was able to look at proper porn. Away from prying eyes, she was able to explore the porn world. She loved being let into these stars’ lives.

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