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Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Bambi Brown has learned to be honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul-a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism.
HORNY BALLING BABYSITTER deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate-but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let him or her decide his own standard of morality where sex between consenting individuals is concerned, just as Bambi had done.
Bambi Brown was just out of high school, eager to enter the big world of college-and flat broke. That was why she was so excited one warm June morning as she reported for the first day of her summer job. At last she’d found a way to earn money for her college expenses.
And the man who’d hired her was so sexy! Bambi paused on Paul Edwards’ front porch, not quite ready to ring the doorbell.
She had to get control of herself first. She couldn’t forget how handsome Mr. Edwards was, how she’d hardly been able to take her eyes off him during their interview at his office. Sure, he was thirty-eight, old enough to be her father, but that didn’t keep Bambi from longing for him.
After all, she wasn’t a little kid any more. She had a woman’s body, long-legged and high-breasted, and she had the feelings of a woman, too. She and her steady boyfriend Kurt had been fucking for months now. She felt a little sheepish when she thought of Kurt. Naturally she hadn’t told him how Mr. Edwards aroused her. But, she told herself, it was an innocent arousal, and it wasn’t going to lead anywhere. Mr. Edwards wouldn’t be interested in a teenage girl.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.