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A stormy day and Chloe gets caught in the rain until a mysterious stranger who calls himself “the Hunter” offers her shelter in his old Victorian mansion.
Will she lose her virginity before morning comes?
The Hunter knows what a woman wants in bed…and he always delivers. Going from town to town, he fulfills a woman’s most intimate, sexual fantasies.
A one-night stand she’ll never regret.
He has the power to give each woman what she needs, whether it’s oral/anal sex, BDSM, ménage, foreplay, sex toys, role playing, etc. He takes on whatever persona necessary to focus on her needs, her emotional core.
Her sexual adventure takes center stage in every Hunter story.
The Hunter is coming to your town…are you ready?
Excerpt from “Nice Girls Do It:”
An erotic short story (under 7,000 words)
Did she want to remain a virgin for the rest of her life?
Or worse yet, what if she got herself into a situation where her emotions were running high and she fucked a guy in the backseat of a car or in a hotel room then regretted it later.
Why not make love now with this handsome stranger who was as mystical as he was appealing?
“You know another way for a girl to lose her virginity?” Chloe asked.
“Yes,” he said, his voice low. “An elegant and exquisite ritual practiced by the geisha.”
“I thought geisha didn’t sleep with their customers,” she said, toying with the long, silk kimono. She took a deep breath and leaned forward, eager to hear more.
“They don’t,” the Hunter admitted, “which is why their virginity was a prized commodity and often auctioned off to the highest bidder.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. She imagined she was a beautiful geisha with long black hair trailing down her back to her knees, trembling as she stood before the men in the tea house. Her flaming red silk kimono open and exposing her slender nude body for their inspection.
“Tell me more,” she pleaded. She wasn’t afraid. The Hunter exhibited a protectiveness toward her that made her feel safe.
“If you insist,” he said with a wide smile.
“A more civilized deflowering ceremony is performed in Japan,” he said, “where the new vase or virgin doesn’t undergo the pain of penetration by an overzealous husband or lover.” The Hunter slid the kimono off her shoulders. She moaned in pleasure when he lifted her breasts to his mouth, licking one nipple than the other. “Rather, the ritual is performed by a complete stranger.”
Chloe bit down on her lower lip, her mind reeling with wild imaginings. “Show me.”