Bar Stool Stella Volume One

This ebook contains explicit and forbidden descriptions of taboo sexual activity. It may include themes or elements of taboo, forbidden, and adult topics. It is intended for open minded mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of... Read more

This ebook contains explicit and forbidden descriptions of taboo sexual activity. It may include themes or elements of taboo, forbidden, and adult topics. It is intended for open minded mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.*******Before the passion-packed, chronic-chasing wolves pinned the Bar Stool Stella nickname on the most beauteous babe this side of Timbuktu, no pulchritudinous dame who ever decorated a bar stool with a well-rounded derriere could pose like this delectable dish. She was a tallish brunette, full-breasted, widow of about twenty-nine, with that let's-get-acquainted glint in her big brown eyes; and every third-rate Casanova with a throbbing tool inside his pants hungered for the opportunity to thoroughly explore her body and turn on her erotic dynamo for a flesh-to-flesh festival. But Stella wasn't her real name. It was as phony as the liquid that moistened her luscious lips when she graced a bar stool for a sizable percentage on fancy drinks.Bar Stool Stella's bailiwick was the ginmill jungle of blaring jukes and belching jumping-jacks, panhandlers and panderers, where winos were frequently seen wobbling along with hopped-up hookers; and where society slummers tossed their self-respect to the melting pot of human scum in a big burg of the U.S.A. For obvious reasons, however, the city must remain nameless for this story. Less