Taboo Erotica (Taboo Erotic Stories #4) (11 Erotic Stories)

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But my mother is not at home, and neither is the baby, because there is no baby. There was a baby, for a minute, but then it just went out. That’s the phrase my father uses: “It just went out.” At first I think he means that the baby got up and walked away. It takes me a minute to realize that he means the baby is dead.

This story starts when my parents drop me off at my uncle Jim’s house, on the way to the hospital where my little sister is about to be born. I am six years old. Rhonda crochets cozies not only for the extra toilet paper rolls, as I’ve seen in some of my friends’ bathrooms, but also for the phone and the phone book and the dog and my uncle’s guns and both of their toothbrushes. This cozying does not make the objects look cozier; it makes them look ashamed.” Uncle Jim is married to a woman named Rhonda, whose hobby is crochet. No, not “hobby,” exactly: her crocheting is a compulsion, perhaps some kind of illness. Rhonda crochets cozies not only for the extra toilet paper rolls, as I’ve seen in some of my friends’ bathrooms, but also for the phone and the phone book and the dog and my uncle’s guns and both of their toothbrushes. This cozying does not make the objects look cozier; it makes them look ashamed.Threesomes, Foursomes, Group, Billionaires, Bad Boys, Domination and Submission, Cheating Wives, Bisexual Men, MM, FF, Kinky Couple Fetishes, MFM, MFF, MMFF, Interracial Fantasies, Deep Creampie, Pregnancy, Bondage and so much more naughtiness.

I’m getting us a new apartment in town,” says my mother. “It’s next door to the Denny’s. We’ll be closer to school. And Dad will have his own apartment too.”Enjoy a collection of immorally delicious Erotica Stories of love and lust – from the very beginning to the last word. stories of mouth-watering, filthy erotica... tons of taboo encounters, loads of, well loads... come and get your fill (these fertile women sure will be)!! Some people,” says my father, “are just not cut out to be fathers. I might have made a good uncle. This has been a whole different ball game.” He leans forward, puts his elbows on his knees. “That is how I want you to think of me,” he says. The following is from Amy Bonnaffons' collection, The Wrong Heaven . The characters in The Wrong Heaven seek to solve their conflicts and dilemmas, both spiritual and sexual, in all the wrong places. Amy Bonnaffons' work has appeared in The New York Times , The Wall Street Journal , and The Kenyon Review , among others, and has been read on This American Life . She lives in Athens, GA, where she is working on a PhD.