Several pages later, however, the book blew my benign intentions out of the water.Several pages later, however, the book blew my benign intentions out of the water. There, on page 134, the hero character, Jack, was locked in a passionate embrace with the heroine, the sensuous Darlene. At that point I half hoped, and half hoped not, that Jack would get into Darlene's pants. One part of me instinctively knew that the scene would not help my agitated state any, and the other part of me whispered vile suggestions to Jack. "Fuck her, Jack. Pull her to the floor, shred her panties, and stick it to her!" I was almost embarrassed at my own lewdness, but I had long ago accepted the fact that the hornier I get, the dirtier my mind gets. And at that moment, I was so damned horny, a simple fade-to-black or sweet, tender lovemaking was just about as sexually satisfying as reading a children's story. By page 135, Jack was lapping at Darlene's pussy, and poor Darlene was biting the back of her hand to keep from moaning. |