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I write for men in particular. There is no love or romance amongst these pages just pure unadulterated sex, lust, desire, and depravity. I call it handwritten porn. **Adults Only**
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Brief Synopsis

 

After leaving her partner of eight years and living a life under his total control, Andria found herself lost in a world she had never before experienced. She had to go to great extremes to escape his clutches.

It was a world where she discovered far more than she could handle and was driven to reinvent herself to cope with her new life in the sex industry.

However, things began to take a turn for the worst when the persona she created became so powerful it began to take over her life and the taste of the forbidden led her to take life in a most perverse way.

Who will win the battle that rages inside remains to be seen. Unable to give life, her desire to take life in a most perverse way.

With every turn of the page, you’ll be drawn into a world of mystery, intrigue, and seduction that will leave you breathless. When obsession takes over Her Dark Desire.

Excerpt from  Chapter Six - All Knight Rider

Scarlet sat astride Les’ face, letting herself go as she bounced and bucked against his mouth. His constant squirming to free himself from her devouring lips inflamed her sexual wantonness, her arousal goading her to drive herself harder and harder against his face, trapping him beneath her.

Face-sitting a total stranger a man old enough to be her father, like some forbidden incestuous act, filled her with a strange, addictive kind of revulsion that somehow combined with, heightened, and accelerated her arousal, thrusting her towards a crescendo. His tongue flicked expertly around her inner lips, stimulating her swollen clitoris. He thrust his thick slug-like tongue deep into her wet slippery hole, fucking her as surely as if it had been a cock inside her.

Suddenly, a shape appeared in front of her, a haze forming at the foot of the bed. The sudden apparition generated a strange sense of confusion in her that somehow penetrated the blanket of arousal wrapped around her. For a moment, it made her lose her rhythm slightly, but only for a moment, the sexual urge was too strong to be denied.

Through the haze of pleasure that clouded her vision, she watched, transfixed as the vague apparition took shape, transforming itself into an ethereal image of the man she was eagerly riding to death. As she rode, the ghostly form pleaded with her.

“Stop…stop, you’re killing me!” The ghost panted as if the exertion of the body affected it between her thighs. Its pleas only spurred her on, making her ride him harder, and harder.

 “Please, please…” it begged, “Stop! I can’t take it… I’m dying… stop…”

The thought he could tell her what to do and that he wanted to deprive her of the pleasure that she was feeling woke a flicker of anger in her. It was the same flicker of anger she had often felt when another man had told her what to do, had tried to take away something she wanted. Then, she had never expressed her rage, never gone after what he had tried to take, but now she did. This pleasure was too great, too all-consuming for her to give it up. Her anger fed into her arousal, and she spat at the ghost: 

“Stop fucking talking...” the mix of wrath and lust contorted her face, making her appear almost ugly in that moment. “Stop fucking talking so I can fucking cum!”

 In that moment, she knew that was what she needed for release, that removing the object of her anger, wiping it from the world, killing it, would bring her the most intense orgasm she could ever have imagined.

As if struck by her words, as if controlled by the sudden lethal desire behind them, the ghost of Les clutched at his chest, his face contorting now, not in pleasure, but in pain. The ghost dropped to its knees as, the body beneath her jerked and, just as she had known she would be, it catapulted Scarlet into the most intense and continuous orgasm she had ever known.

It consumed her, swallowed her up and broke her apart, rebuilt her, and broke her again and again, until, finally spent, she collapsed, falling off his dead face, onto the bed beside him. Catching her breath, she glanced over at the body. No longer was her late companion the caller, Les Adams, the man lying dead next to her was now....

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