Irene Stevens 
The Merciless Mouth: Taboo Erotica [EPUB ebook] 

This full length erotic novel is so sexy we can’t even tell you the preview…
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CHAPTER ONE – OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES
‘Look at it this way. Anything that turns you on, and doesn’t hurt anybody else, well, hell, that’s got to be great. Look, I must smoke about five packs of cigarettes a day and I must consume at least a gallon of diet colas, tea, coffee, and booze every day. Now, you figure that out and that means my mouth is constantly busy. Right? So I’ll bet health nuts would be appalled at that information… screw ‘em’ It’s my life, and my body, and if it makes me happy to do that to my body it shouldn’t be anybody’s business but mine. Right? And the same goes for a sex club, or swappers, or any of that stuff. If it makes the members happy… it’s nobody else’s business, right? Now we could sit here and discuss deep, meaningful, Freudian implications until we both drop dead, but that wouldn’t change anything. Or we could talk about cancer scares, but that wouldn’t change anything either. You gotta do what you gotta do. As I said, if it doesn’t hurt anybody else, who cares?
‘My first husband and I broke up after only three years of marriage. He was a nice guy and all that stuff, a good provider, yak and clack. But he was a real square in bed. He thought oral sex was a perversion! Are you ready for that? We had so goddam many arguments about it, and that constant hostility led to arguments about everything, that we finally agreed to cut it off. Nothing is worth being up tight about all the time. Nothing. Then I met Mark. Oh hey! I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me… when I married the first time, I was a virgin. I’d read a few of the sex manuals and learned about oral sex, but I could never get my husband to cooperate with me, to even try it. But Mark was something else again.
‘I met him at a party. He told me he was a lawyer, that his specialty was corporate law, and what with one thing and another, he asked me for a date on the following night He was groovy looking, sort of the James Coburn type, and I agreed. If you can’t bag H doctor, a lawyer’s the next best thing. Right? They’re both r gone a lot and they both make a lot of money. Crazy.
‘Mark picked me up at my apartment at 8:30 sharp the next evening, looking dapper in a dark blue suit with a red pinstripe and wearing a brightly colored paisley tie. Really slick. I like men who are sharp dressers. As for me, I know I’m not a raving beauty, but I’ve got a damned good figure and terrific legs, so I favor the mini and did the moment it hit the fashion scene. At that time, I’d already been divorced for about two years and had been sort of playing the field. Oh sure, I went to bed with a few of the guys, but I wasn’t what you’d call promiscuous or anything. And dammit, every time I’d want to try out this oral sex stuff, the guy would look shocked as all hell and then I’d never hear from him again. We’re living in a world of mental lepers, know that?