Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis

By K.B. Stevens

While crossing the Bermuda Triangle delivery boat captain Marcus Miller stumbles into grave danger in the form of a hidden utopia with an erotic secret. A secret that the inhabitants will protect at any cost. Includes: group sex, lesbian lust, virgin defloration, sexual voyeurism, tribbing, ancient sex toys, dominant women, creampies, reverse breeding, face sitting, spanking, squirting, masturbation, oral and anal delights, and a touch of romance. All characters over 18 for mature audiences only

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: Oct 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301551316

K.B. Stevens

I studied Video/Film at The University of Maryland Baltimore County. Have travelled all over the world to strange places like: Iceland, Turkey, Africa, Bahamas, Mexico, Denmark, Belgium, Japan, France, America, etc. I love anything that involves the outdoors including: scuba diving, water skiing, hiking, biking, kayaking, ice-skating, snow skiing, shooting, sailing, etc. I love movies and reading, and believe that reading/writing screenplays combines the best of both mediums. Lately I have been branching out into other genres of writing like: non-fiction and erotica. I really enjoy putting a story together and hope you will enjoy reading some (all) of my books.

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Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis

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K.B. Stevens

Copyright 2013 K.B. Stevens

Cover: detail of Primavera by Sandro Botticelli, 1482

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This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only, and may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is a work of erotic fiction for mature adult audiences only. It is unsuitable for readers 17 and under, and may be offensive to readers of all ages. All characters are over the age of 18 and fictitious; any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis

Let's be honest; at some point in their lives most men entertain the fantasy of being the last man on Earth. You know the dream of sowing their seed around the world, banging every nubile and willing female in sight, simply because it was their duty to humanity to repopulate the planet. I can tell you from personal experience that being the only swinging johnson in a world full of women is not all it's cracked up to be.

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I look up and see Perry; the portly Hamilton Harbor dock master, striding my way. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, it just meant I was about to be talked to death with idle chitchat, and pestered about my personal life. However on this particular morning I was in an awful big hurry to beat the approaching storm and leave Bermuda as fast as possible.

See, I make my living as a delivery boat captain; sailing rich people's yachts all over the world and transporting them to the port of their choice, because they can't be bothered to do it themselves.

Most of these fat cats don't know the difference between a helm and a head, but they sure know how to throw a party. And what better place to show off how obscenely wealthy you are to people you barely know, or even like, then on a multimillion dollar yacht.

Which brings me to the magnificent catamaran Pocket Change, I was now preparing to deliver to Florida. You might think that naming a 72 foot, 8 million dollar catamaran, Pocket Change was a gesture of arrogant bragging. However in the case of it's owner British Bob; a billionaire crude oil tycoon, 8 million dollars truly was pocket change.

Hey retard! I know you're not going out in this storm are you? Perry ask, as I cast off the lines and hop on board.

Bob wants his baby in Miami for a fourth of July party.

Perry looks to the horizon and the ominous storm system bearing down on us, You'll never make it! What's he paying you?

Ten grand.

No wonder you can't think straight, Perry says.

I'm sorry we won't be able to hold hands under a blanket and watch the fireworks together, I say sarcastically.

Perry gives me the middle finger, The only fireworks you're gonnna see are gonna be from the flares the Coast Guard sends up when they fish your sorry ass out of the ocean.

I was already second guessing myself, so I really didn't need Perry's two cents to make it any worse. Don't you have some work to do, or something? I say, as I fire up the diesel engines.

Bob's toy ain't gonna look so pretty, wrong-side-up on the bottom of the Atlantic, Perry says with a deep chuckle.

The storm is going east, I'm headed west.

Perry shakes his head at my apparent foolishness, You're still gonna have to go through part of it, ya dumb-fuck! It'll be your funeral Marcus; It's been good knowing you.

I'll send you a postcard from Miami, asshole.

"Tie that big piece of phallic overcompensation back to the dock, and I'll