This quick and dirty compilation offers THREE erotic horror tales in ONE Short Read Book! Welcome to Tracey DeSanto’s underworld… her dark corner of smutty smidgeons. This is where she lets her taboo fantasies run wild.
Never forget… these stories are smut. They are intended for readers over 18 years of age. In Odd Bits & Dark Corners you will find three strange short stories… each with lots of sex… in this case, ghost sex, tentacle sex and demon sex.
Follow Stacy Drake – Girl Detective, as she gets downright personal with a strange boy in the old haunted garage. Learn about what happens to poor William when he can’t get a certain woman off his mind. Enjoy a dip in the Pacific with Vanessa, who is recently divorced, and needs a swimming companion.
It is all here in Odd Bits & Dark Corners, By Tracey DeSanto!
Read on if you dare. You have been warned.
No Particular Place:
“Stacy swept her light downwards. A glimpse of something dissolved into the darkness down the hall. It was silent. She crept out of her sleeping bag, put on her sneakers, and stood to investigate. Brrrr… She was only wearing her nightshirt, and the Martini house was freezing. Gooseflesh rose under her pyjamas. Her nipples became darts. The flannel rubbing against them was arousing in a dead-end kind of way. Her bum was not made less chilly by the granny-panties she wore.
Not a ghost, she thought. No such thing.”
“During lunch that day he approached Angela with trepidation. She sold him a ham and swiss. When she gave it to him their hands met for a moment. She had warm fingers. A wide work apron concealed her large bosom. She glanced at him and winked. Was it a wink? It startled William with a stirring in his boxers, so he fled to the far corner of the lunch room. Eating in nibbles, he stole glances at this wide-hipped creature that had infiltrated his subconscious. Things calmed down in his undergarments, but it took some time.”
“A gentle swell rolled in. The tide swept up her torso, nudging her against the rocks. Salty water lapped up across her ribcage to splash on her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her bum bounced and rubbed against the smooth slate beneath her. Vanessa opened her legs and enjoyed the underwater currents fluttering across her. Her new muff danced in the ebb and flow like a mammalian anemone. Casually… distracted… almost as if she didn’t know what she was up to, she began to play with herself.”
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Tracey DeSanto writes dirty stories that take place in fun settings. Her short fiction is literate, entertaining, and unashamedly smutty. Crafting positive stories that are hot for women, men, LGBT folks, singles, and couples, Tracey makes sure that a dirty story is also a good story. Although many tales benefit from a dash of romance, in a DeSanto book you will not find meandering plots about love-lorn soulmates. You will find a sharp, fun-filled, steamy read.
While enjoying a life that brims with genre fiction and nerdy pursuits, Tracey intends to visit her favourite realms and “have sex” in them. She’s been writing since the fall of 2015 and has, so far, visited the old west, the circus, a fantasy gaming table, a leprechaun love affair, and a werewolf saga. You can expect space ships, super-hero love, and ghost stories in the future. The sky’s the limit, as long as it is smutty.
Tracey DeSanto was born on an intergalactic space station and raised by wolves until she was sold to the gypsies. She is a teller of tales and a spinner of yarns. In other words… Tracey DeSanto is a pseudonym, like every other erotica writer in the universe. Gramma wouldn’t understand, and she misses nothing.
Tracey does not live in New England with two cats… but she just might live in Canada with a big, goofy dog.
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