Desert Kill

By Duane Bradley

The assignment was routine
Travel into the desert, collect the VIP. In and out. No problem
What they found upon arrival defied explanation: a succubus whose touch transformed its victims into flesh-eating ghouls. Now the only people capable of stopping the creature from reaching town are a group of unprepared National Guard trainees....
This book contains explicit material and is recommended for mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Duane Bradley
• Release date: Aug 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311963994

Duane Bradley

Duane Bradley is the author of Schlock Treatment and Schlock Theater, two non-fiction volumes about exploitation cinema. "To Deprave And Corrupt", his article about Video Nasties, appeared in issue #1 of Red Room Magazine.

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Desert Kill

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Duane Bradley

Copyright 2015 Duane Bradley

Published At Smashwords

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O’Connor’s pecker was out and he was struggling to write his name in the sand, amused that the letters looked more like Sanskrit images, when he looked up and saw the naked woman.

That caused him to cut the stream. It also sent blood to his pecker, which swelled to the size of a hot dog sausage, making the business of zipping up both difficult and painful. On the plus side, it gave the beauty something to smile about as she walked toward him.

And what a beauty. She was tall, lithe and bronzed, with auburn hair that fell over her shoulders and hung just above her breasts. O’Connor instinctively wondered if the curtains and carpet matched, but oh sweet Jesus, she was smooth as Barbie down there.

His pecker was no spelling champion, but it sure knew how to make a pup tent.

That for me? she said, looking down at him.

Uh, he said.

That’s what I thought you’d say.

Sorry. You, ah, kinda caught me off guard.

Yeah, I saw that. But if you can’t wander around the desert naked at two am, when can you?

He had a good answer, but kept it to himself.

Out here alone? he said.

She smiled. Why?

O’Connor shrugged.

Matter of fact, she said, I am. It’s just you and me and whatever else is out here.

There’s nothing out here, O’Connor said.

Ain’t that the truth? Nothing but the wind. It’s enough to make a girl feel lonesome.

And horny, I’ll bet.

"I was wondering when you’d get round to that, Kieran."

How’d you know my name?

She pointed down at the sand.

Great artist always signs his work, she said.

Yeah, he said. Thinking: and you are one piece of work I’d like to sign, yes sirree.

My name is Samira, she said. Know what that means?

Her hand brushed against his erection.

Entertaining companion.

He leaned forward and kissed her. She placed his hands on her breasts and he squeezed them slightly, savouring their roundness, then she slowly began removing his clothes. His erection pushed against her opening, her wetness exciting him further.

Not here, he said.

She kissed his chest, running her tongue across his nipples.

Are you sure? she said.

I got my RV parked back a ways.

Kneeling, she kissed her way down his stomach.

But I’m an outdoors type, she said. Her tongue