Two Erotic Classics: The Apartment of SIN and Tennis Miss-Match (The best of Tantalus Press) by Mia Robbins

on this bizarre morning. “I’ll show you,” he mused engagingly. To my ongoing amazement he reached below his bed and produced a pornographic magazine and he opened the very centre pages, without shame, as if this was an ordinary, everyday book and I would be the least interested in his deviant take on life! A beautiful girl with long, dark hair was displayed, lying draped across a crisp, white bed, naked except for a pair of sheer, black stockings and suspenders; her sexual lips surrounded by wispy, black hair and in full, outrageous view. She was staring into the camera in a dirty, sexy, provocative manner; it was obvious what she wanted and craved and I blushed and flushed with acute embarrassment. “That is how I would want you to be for me to fuck you Joy!” he muttered as if already I was within in his fantasies and dreams! “I could never be like that,” I gasped in disgust. “She’s a Whore!” “I know,” said Daniel and laughed. “And you’re a Lady, Joy; I admire and respect you for that and that’s why… we could never have sex!” I looked at his penis; it was now enormous but he was not the least embarrassed, apparently the opposite in fact, and he did not try or attempt to cover it from my sight. “You can see how these sluttish girls excite me Joy,” he stared at me and smiled. “Have you ever seen come or semen?” I shook my head like an idiot and he then spoke to me as if I actually was a simpleton; I felt like that, as I was so madly and badly out of my depth! “Do you want to?”