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How High Should I Jump? by R. Milton Quibner - Let's Talk About This One...

"Sadly, most men are obsessed with self-gratification. While this may have been acceptable in former times, Today's Dynamic Woman has no patience for a man bent on pleasing himself..." How High Should I Jump? The Satirical Guide to Pleasing   Today's Woman By R. Milton Quibner, HE.R.S "Her greatest power, and her critical beauty,  comes from her mouth, and yet I haven't the reserves  to stand longer under her illustrative bray. Would that I  was a younger, stronger man, how truly learned would I be." --Scribbling Aristoxenus "I can't relate the joys I've experienced, waiting at my desk while my wife and her partners recreate, knowing the event is proceeding according to her/their desires. Hearing explosions of ecstasy emanating from my bedroom never ceases to bring a tear to my eye. Many's the time I've paused in my note-taking to soak in the sounds of satisfaction from her happy partnering... "I, to

Gemini's War By Amy McCorkle Takes Readers Into Wicked World of Sex Trafficking! Exciting But Sensitively Done!

"I ceased to believe in angels when I was three years old; when the evil from which my mother so valiantly tried to protect me came and took her, plunging me headlong into madness. Evil I know your name. And it has always been Father. Three times I thought I’d broken the bond for good. Three times I was captured and dragged screaming defiantly back into hell. This time there would be no escape. There was nowhere to run. It was sure to end in death.  "The fight had finally been knocked out of me by the time I was twenty-five. My father was all-powerful. His name rang through the halls of justice when an undesirable need arose to service the dark pleasures of those same men. I was his daughter, and I was not immune.’ My short life had been written in blood. I could smell cigarette smoke and stale beer and heard the sound of raucous laughter as I lie there drugged and fighting to maintain consciousness.  “This is some cold-blooded shit. She must have something big on the old