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The girl in SISTER’S DOG is one of those desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, she jumps at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
SISTER’S DOG is a novel about the “quiet desperation” in so many of us—and the extremes to which it may drive us.
“Don’t Tommy, please don’t …” Cheryl squirmed in the plush seat of the Cadillac. The glow from the radio illuminated her thighs where Tommy had pushed her short skirt up. He was breathing hard, almost as hard as she was. Crazy thoughts raced through her head. Like maybe she shouldn’t have let him unfasten her bra. Her blouse was still on, though half unbuttoned. But all that kissing, especially on her nipples, had made her weak with passion. And now she was letting Tommy touch her in ways she’d never dared before. What was wrong with her? Had she lost all willpower?
“God honey, you smell so good!” He nuzzled damply in the hollow of her neck, his finger petting the taut patch of blue nylon that clung to her swollen pubes. Cheryl tucked her hips back and tried to calm her pounding heart. But it all felt so good! So damned good!
She grabbed his wrist as if to push it away. But her nails only dug into his flesh as he stroked the clinging nylon between her cuntlips. The subtle friction against the bulging nub of her clit made her whimper.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.