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Western man prides himself on his ability to forge his own destiny. And yet he is not always able to rule his own fate. Often, a single, traumatic event will change and re-shape his life.
There is the young girl who, after a brutal attack, becomes a bitter, frigid young woman. Or the bright, confident businessman who, after losing mast of his money in a poor stock investment, becomes a drunken derelict.
So, too, does fate play a trick on Gloria Shannon. Frustrated because her sexual inhibitions have forced her to go without a man for years, the thirty-one-year-old librarian at last succumbs to the needs of all humans. Gloria makes a long journey into the world of sensations to find herself. In the end, she becomes a prisoner of her own passionate drives. Her tale is a reminder to us all that our lives are not always our own.
Lying naked on top of her bed, Gloria Shannon felt as if her skin was on fire. From the tips of her dusky hot nipples down to her cunt, every soft, ripely curved inch of her silken flesh tingled with fierce heat. She groped for a cigarette on the bedside table with trembling fingers. She looked at the clock. It was three am.
She thought about the nine-inch vibrator in her dresser drawer as she smoked. Then she thought about the boy in the next bedroom, and she knew there would never be a substitute for a live, hotly thrilling cock. She ran her fingertips across her pulsing wet cunt and shivered.
“Five years,” Gloria whispered. “Five Goddamned lost years.”
All she had to do was get up, quietly enter his room and crawl in bed beside him. It wouldn’t be that simple. For one thing, all the urgency of the last five years had left her feverishly aroused. She felt like savagely raping the boy, but there was a risk.
She was a prim, respectable town librarian. In a town this size, word that she was fucking could spread like wildfire. The boy she wanted to fuck was named Brian. He was nice, well-mannered, and not loud or brash. Gloria could barely keep her eyes off his bulging crotch the afternoon she rented him the room. Lord, he was hung!
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number HP-6226 in the original publications (a duplicate).