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The Second Person

Series: Purple Prosaic Free Reads , Book 19
By: Alessia Brio | Other books by Alessia Brio
Published By: Purple Prosaic, LLC
Published: Oct 25, 2009
ISBN # PP014

Word Count: 3,280
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Price: $0.00

Available in: Epub, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket (.mobi), Palm DOC/iSolo, Adobe Acrobat, Rocket
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Categories: Erotica

Description

A hilarious tale in which the author breaks several "rules" of "good" writing. Try it. YOU'll like it. (This story first appeared in the print edition of Alessia Brio's debut collection, fine flickering hungers.)

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you for taking the time to nibble on this free sexy snack. If it's whet your appetite for more, please visit Purple Prosaic for a complete list of available titles.

While some of my entrees may be available on this site, arbitrary restrictions on fictional erotic content imposed by vendors and/or prudish payment processors (such as PayPal) have limited the sexual diversity of your menu.

In other words, if you want to taste the full range of my talents, visit me in my kitchen. I'll take you right there on the counter.

Reader Rating: star

(2 Ratings)

Sensuality Rating: lip

Excerpt:

So, this business trip you're on—dull, isn't it? The days are long and the evenings alone even longer. What a team player you are! Suffering a whole week away from home and those endlessly tedious contract negotiations. The only thing that makes it tolerable is that new corporate attorney. Damn, she's hot. Isn't she? So hot that after a day of working with her, you can't wait to haul your aching hard on back to the hotel and jerk off. Housekeeping, you might be surprised to learn, has a running bet on how many different places you'll blow your load each night. (Yes, they did notice the jism on the lampshade—and on the bedspread—and on the room service menu. Somehow, they missed the wad on the alarm clock even though it makes the last digit appear blurry.)