Erotic fiction non consent

Coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet from my shower, I stop before the bed. I was also very unhappy. It is purely fiction. Security code:. He picked a direction and walked, passing houses and cross streets and yards and cars, simply walking. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without prior written permission of the publisher.