| Author: | Katie Cramer | ISBN: | 1230000004592 |
| Publisher: | Addictive Press | Publication: | July 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Katie Cramer | Language: | English |
| Author: | Katie Cramer |
| ISBN: | 1230000004592 |
| Publisher: | Addictive Press |
| Publication: | July 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Katie Cramer |
| Language: | English |
Rose is a photographer dispatched by her publisher to Venice to photograph the Carnival. While there she meets the charming and mysterious Argento at a masked ball in her hotel. Without warning, high tides hit and Venice starts to become submerged, but Argento has a plan to save the city. Soon, Rose is swept up in a night of incredible adventure that ends with a sexual experience that nobody on this planet could ever provide.
A 5,350-word erotic short story. Contains strong language and explicit sexual content between consenting adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes include alien sex and multiple penetration with tentacles (including anal) which may offend or disturb some readers.
EXCERPT:
"Do you promise not to scream?"
I giggled. This was just a dream, right? "I promise."
He slowly unbuttoned his cloak to reveal his pale white body, hard with muscle. Good start, I thought. As he let it slip off him, I gasped. His body had long, thick tentacles coming from the sides of his torso and back. His legs were strong and muscular but with long fins on each thigh which rose and fell. The tentacles slowly moved through the air, as if freed from their shackles, and hovered over the bed.
I gasped.
"Now are you disgusted, Rose?"
I got off the bed and stood before him, watching as his tentacles swished and glided before my eyes. I slipped the thin straps of my nightdress off my shoulders before giving him my response.
"No."
I relaxed my arms and let the fabric fall down my body, pooling at my feet. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy filled with warm juices. I walked to him and ran my hands over his muscular chest before standing on the tips of my toes to kiss him. As our lips met, my body broke out in goose bumps. He tasted warm and salty, like sea water, his tongue lapping at mine. His tentacles, smooth and hard like muscles, wrapped around me. I was enveloped, my legs sliding up his body as his tentacles lifted me and brought me to him.
If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.
Rose is a photographer dispatched by her publisher to Venice to photograph the Carnival. While there she meets the charming and mysterious Argento at a masked ball in her hotel. Without warning, high tides hit and Venice starts to become submerged, but Argento has a plan to save the city. Soon, Rose is swept up in a night of incredible adventure that ends with a sexual experience that nobody on this planet could ever provide.
A 5,350-word erotic short story. Contains strong language and explicit sexual content between consenting adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes include alien sex and multiple penetration with tentacles (including anal) which may offend or disturb some readers.
EXCERPT:
"Do you promise not to scream?"
I giggled. This was just a dream, right? "I promise."
He slowly unbuttoned his cloak to reveal his pale white body, hard with muscle. Good start, I thought. As he let it slip off him, I gasped. His body had long, thick tentacles coming from the sides of his torso and back. His legs were strong and muscular but with long fins on each thigh which rose and fell. The tentacles slowly moved through the air, as if freed from their shackles, and hovered over the bed.
I gasped.
"Now are you disgusted, Rose?"
I got off the bed and stood before him, watching as his tentacles swished and glided before my eyes. I slipped the thin straps of my nightdress off my shoulders before giving him my response.
"No."
I relaxed my arms and let the fabric fall down my body, pooling at my feet. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy filled with warm juices. I walked to him and ran my hands over his muscular chest before standing on the tips of my toes to kiss him. As our lips met, my body broke out in goose bumps. He tasted warm and salty, like sea water, his tongue lapping at mine. His tentacles, smooth and hard like muscles, wrapped around me. I was enveloped, my legs sliding up his body as his tentacles lifted me and brought me to him.
If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.
