Stranger in the Alleyway

By Angeline Figura

Roxana is tired of her small, college town. It’s her senior year, and no one’s face is unfamiliar anymore. Even the wild nights don’t seem as wild when everyone knows everyone else. Escaping alone to a neighboring city for a night, Roxy is determined to experience something new.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Serpent Publications
• Release date: Jul 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311722157

Angeline Figura

Angeline Figura enjoys being a perpetual person-in-progress and amateur erotica author. She uses writing as a creative outlet for fiction fantasies she thinks others might enjoy. Some of her writing projects are based in reality -- her own or someone's she knows -- while others couldn't possibly be. Stories that blend reality and surreality well are her latest passion projects.

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Stranger in the Alleyway (Casual College Exhibitionism Erotica)

Dorm Daze Series #3

by: Angeline Figura

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*Authors Note: All characters within are of legal, consenting age and are willing participants in the actions described. ~ Happy Reading!*

Contents:

Chapter One: Time for a Change

Chapter Two: My First Time in the City Alone

Chapter Three: The Other Side of the Wall

Chapter Four: Only One Way to Find Out

Chapter Five: Let’s Give Them a Show

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Chapter One: Time for a Change

I was in a foul mood walking home from my final class of the week. There was no reason for my irritation other than the irritation itself. It didn’t make any sense. I should’ve been the happiest I’d ever been. It was my senior year, and I was about to graduate with honors and a double major. My social life was flourishing, and I wasn’t involved in anyone’s drama but my own.

Yet for days, I’d felt incomplete. The empty feeling nagged at my mind like I’d forgotten something important just after leaving for a long trip. I’d tried simply shaking it off, studying, partying, hermiting myself away in my room: nothing was working.

Frustrated, I kicked a stone off of the footpath leading up to my dorm building. Wind whipped at my long, red hair as I hopped up the entryway steps and went inside. Seniors got single rooms with private bathrooms. It hadn’t taken me long to get used to the