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A Slow Red Whisper of Sand [MultiFormat]
eBook by Robert Devereaux
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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy World Fantasy Award Finalist
eBook Description: There are many sorts of vampire in this world. While Esme succumbs to the allure of the blood-sucking variety, her brother Brad falls victim to the soul-sapping wiles of a woman he meets through the personals. Meanwhile, their movie-producing dad, auditioning poolside a bevy of scantily clad hopefuls, could scarcely care less what horrors have begun to claim the lives of his children.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Love in Vein, ed. Poppy Z. Brite, 1994
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [282 KB], eReader (PDB) [55 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [44 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [39 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [94 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [114 KB], hiebook (KML) [146 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [78 KB], iSilo (PDB) [36 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [46 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [73 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [60 KB]
Words: 12540
Reading time: 35-50 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Young willing pussy stuck on beautiful slinky moist-crotched bodies, tan, lithe, lubricious if superficial to a fault--that's what had drawn him to L.A. They were no-brainers all, into the new kink if given half a shove and sufficient nose candy to blame their natural prurience on. A pair of cuffs, a fashionable ceiling bolt, a butt plug inserted to placehold for his cock, and the laying on of lashes at breasts and buttocks sufficiently rough to recall fathers trying to whip sense into them--these reduced them to a delirium of ecstasy, tenderized them for the abrupt descent and feeding of himself and his wives. Drain the pert little bimbos, watch tans blanch, hear screams dwindle to swoons as they swung limp and bloodless from their manacles: prelude to a suck-and-blow multi-fucked frenzy with Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail.
That's why he was caught short at the first sight of Esme. Crashing the bloated producer's party had been a breeze, as usual. He'd just finished scoping out the hopeful couchbait, a fast eyeflick over the crowd, and was taking in the cheesy paper lanterns and cheesier Hawaiian piped-in music--enjoying, to his surprise, the fake longings it miasma'd over the beautiful people--when his eyes slanted downward and fastened on undying love. She walked with ease, her simple dress swaying with unaffected rhythms, an intoxication of blood and bone beneath. The impact of that vision made him hesitate. Him, who had lived long ages and had long ago learned easy means for attaining any desire. Her walk exuded a confidence born of contentment. She floated, her body announced, above the petty needs of the empty smilers she threaded through, past the refreshment tables, along the pool, embracing their beefy host like family--Ah, so he was!--and moving on.
This raven-haired beauty, black fall breaking at her shoulders, had stuff and substance. Simple integrity shone in her eyes, a commodity lacking mostwheres he went but especially here where dreams or drugs guided the willless through lives bereft of all but surface meaning. She saw him, glanced away, as she entered a pocket of isolation concaved between two chattering drink-holding groups, one of which would quite soon, surely, open up to draw her in.
He began his approach.
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