{"id":8109,"date":"2016-11-30T19:24:21","date_gmt":"2016-11-30T19:24:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=8109"},"modified":"2016-11-30T19:24:21","modified_gmt":"2016-11-30T19:24:21","slug":"obsession-by-emory-paine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/obsession-by-emory-paine\/","title":{"rendered":"Obsession by Emory Paine"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Obsession<\/em><\/h2>\n

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Emory Paine<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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THE VELVET TRAP<\/p>\n

She wanted only to be loved, to be desired, to please and be pleased. Somehow, somewhere during her quest for fulfillment, she’d become both the used and the user, the subject and the object, a creature of both ecstasy and despair.<\/p>\n

Was this to be her fate: to be a mere plaything of these savage, lusting women … a helpless victim of their sickness?<\/p>\n

Was this to be her life: to be passed around among these hard and voracious creatures who cared nothing about her feelings but only her body … who took without giving, seeking only to satisfy their own depraved and jaded needs?<\/p>\n

HOW HAD IT STARTED?<\/p>\n

HOW WOULD IT END?<\/p>\n

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A SOFT COMMAND<\/p>\n

… ‘Walk, for me,’ Lynn said throatily. ‘I want to watch you move.’<\/p>\n

Bobbi obeyed the sleek woman whose almond-shaped eyes studied her with blazing sensuality. She walked back and forth, finding it increasingly difficult to execute the quick turns and stops of her new trade. She was beginning to feel dizzy.<\/p>\n

‘And now do the same thing, but without your dress.’ Lynn’s imperious voice floated through a soft mist. Still, it seemed a reasonable enough request and she undid the fastening, letting her dress fall to the floor.<\/p>\n

‘The slip, too,’ the woman ordered. <\/p>\n

At last Bobbie stood legs apart, wearing only black lace panties, a bra, and high spike heels.<\/p>\n

‘Beautiful,’ Lynn breathed. ‘Now walk to me again.’<\/p>\n

Bobbi did as she was told, moving slowly, provocatively, in a kind of studied sensuality, unable to fight the insistent sensations that ran through her body. ‘Lynn,’ she whispered, ‘do you really think I’m beautiful?<\/p>\n

The statuesque woman nodded.<\/p>\n

‘You really like me?’<\/p>\n

Lynn nodded again her eyes nakedly lusting, her breath coming quickly and sporadically. ‘Come here my beauty and I’ll show you just how much ….<\/p><\/div>\n

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