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SECRET SEX PARTY EROTICA SERIES
Erotica-Romantic Story #1
© Copyright Cupideros, December 16, 2019
Emerson Mackey, 38, meets an incredibly beautiful Polish woman alluding to her torrid sexual past who pursues him, and only while fucking her, does he discover she is a virgin! She then leaves him with the possibility if he can find her, they can probably have a real relationship and not a one-night stand.
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Another Cupiderosbooks.com Intellectual Erotica Exclusive. In the ritzy Sky Elevator Hotel, where celebrities shop in the first-floor exclusive establishments like Gucci and Nieman Marcus, Emerson lives out his lonely life having one-night stands in his twenty-fifth-floor apartment above. He manages a convenience store in the nearby mall. But one night, a beautiful young Polish woman follows him home and initiates a sexual relationship, by alluring to her torrid sexual past and posing for a porno magazine. Emerson loves one-night stands, and the two fuck, only he discovers while fucking the Polish woman she is, in fact, a virgin!
The Polish woman encourages Emerson to continue fucking her to completion, making her a new woman. Then she summarily leaves during the night, suggesting, if he really wants to find her and have more than a one-night stand, he can. She leaves no clues, and Emerson is smitten by the woman and searches all over for her and fails. One night he is invited to a sex party with the instruction he must find his sponsor by the end of the night if he wants to return every night for hot sex with some of the most beautiful women in the city.
A love chase and riddle suitable for those still interested in love and relationship in the strident #MeToo era, where love is full of minefields and expensive divorces.
SENTENCE CHAPTER DESCRIPTIONS
CHAPTER 1: CATHOLIC SEX TART
The meeting of Emerson and the mysterious Polish woman leads to spontaneous hot sex.
CHAPTER 2: OUT OF HAND
Emerson becomes Gracja’s sex maniac and gives her a good fucking.
CHAPTER 3: DO YOU WANT TO DATE?
Emerson wants to date the once virginal Gracja, but she does not want him.
CHAPTER 4: SPENT
Emerson jacks off repeatedly during his search for the mysterious Polish woman.
CHAPTER 5: THE ELEVATOR
CHAPTER 6: DECODING
CHAPTER 7: TOURNAMENT
CHAPTER 8: THE SEX ELEVATOR PARTY
CHAPTER 9: THE ESCORT
The Sky Elevator Sex Party Escort arrives to pick up Emerson.
CHAPTER 10: THE CONDITIONALS
CHAPTER 11: THE ARRIVAL AND THE LAYOUT
CHAPTER 12: ROCK HARD ADVENTURE
CHAPTER 13: GETTING STARTED FINDING GRACJA
CHAPTER 14: I AM GOING TO CALL YOU LOLA
CHAPTER 15: SOME PROPER FUCKING
CHAPTER 16: STOP SEARCHING
CHAPTER 17: FINDING TRUE LOVE
Emerson gets mesmerized and lost while looking for his true love.
CHAPTER 18: HERE WE ARE!
CHAPTER 19: THE SPLASH CRASH
CHAPTER 20: SHE NEEDS A JOB!
The day he met her in room twenty-five on the twenty-fifth floor of a thirty-five floor Sky Elevator Hotel, still haunted Emerson Mackey, 38, as he lay naked on his queen-sized bed with a sea of porn magazines encircling his almost muscular body. Magazines featuring young girls, eighteen, nineteen in their early twenties with full bushes or bare vulvas below their elastic panty waistbands. Not that the women wore panties, most did not or discarded them in the porno photoshoot early on. That was the type of girl Emerson liked, girls ready for sex like Gracja Kaminska.
Gracja presented herself as she really was, a stubborn, game playing Catholic girl who sifted and measured the sexual heat of handsome guys. The oval-shaped face of Gracja sported that tiny perfect runway from her strong Roman nose to her straight-lined pink lips. However, when you added her blue eyes, big, soft blue eyes, and that her sexy eyelids always did this amazing thing, lowering into a smoldering, “let’s fuck now” gaze, now you had a memorable woman. Gracja parted her straight blonde hair down the middle, and its length went past her shoulder blades. Any moment, you expected Gracja to turn around and face you wearing some obnoxious silver nose ring, and promoting it like it was the ring one wears on their wedding finger. Emerson had not seen Gracja Kaminska with a nose ring yet. That would happen in the future, perhaps. Right now, Emerson simply wanted to meet the young Polish woman again. His heart, and more importantly, his loins pined for her.
Every nudie magazine he bought taught him something about female anatomy. And Gracja once stated she was tricked into doing a photoshoot against her will. Little, too, much wine, little, too much, medical marijuana, and presto, she appeared as the center spread in Naked Bimbos International. To Emerson’s chagrin, Naked Bimbos International owned a slew of nudie mags, mostly of the lollipop variety. Emerson searched hard for weeks. He bought many porn magazines, but as of yet, not found Gracja’s naked photo spread. Here today, gone tomorrow, Emerson wondered why she had singled him out.
Her lie about meeting him in the large convenience store chain did not add up. Emerson remembered every pretty face. His memory was like a machine. He stored things in a logical place and thus found retrieval of information effortless. “I’d have remembered you if I saw you,” he replied.
“I could be mistaken,” Gracja said. “Sometimes I want to meet an innocent like you.”
Emerson randomly laughed about the incident, because the night she came up to his twenty-fifth-floor room in the skyscraper apartments, blew him away. He closed the door. She moved to lock his door and threw the gold chain across the latch. She dropped her white blouse, and tan knee-length skirt to the floor unhooked her little B cup bra showing off her entire nude body.
Then she went one further. Talking like a tart, used Catholic whore, only to have his super hard eight-inch cock straining to get inside Gracja supposedly used and abused pussy portal. She screamed.
The blood came.
The blood got all over Emerson’s monster one and three-quarter circumstance, eight-inch of manhood desire, even his taut balls hugging his groin. His sheets got bloody, too.
“Gracja! Why did you not tell me!”
“Would you have fucked me?” She wiggled under him, trying to get Emerson back inside her. She pulled Emerson down by his waist. He sank inside her, but with less difficulty.
“I would have taken you in one swift push if I knew.”
Gracja smiled. “I like the pain. It is a woman’s lot. You did not get hurt, pushing your dick into my love dove. I screamed, not you,” she giggled and spread her legs wider.
Things got way out of hand at that point. He fucked Gracja hard and fast, refusing, too stop, gathering months, if not a year of cum to wash away all her virgin blood. He pumped her hard and wished to have an instant Polaroid camera to take Gracja orgasmic facial pictures.
Her knees rode his sides like he was a horse. Her ankles scratched his lower back like she . . . BUY TO READ FOR MORE