Flat-Chested First Time

By Verity Rayne

When Grace, the flat-chested daughter of a farmer, met Shane, a seductive young cowboy, she didn’t expect anything romantic to happen. She was a tomboy, unpracticed in what it was to be a woman both in the world and in the bedroom. But all that changes with one trip to the hayloft, where Shane releases the goddess beneath Grace’s dusty overalls.

This 4,841-word erotic story contains explicit descriptions of M/F sex and oral stimulation. It is inappropriate for readers under age 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Verity Rayne
• Release date: Sep 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310426254

Verity Rayne

The only daughter of an accountant and a dentist, Verity decided to take a very different career path - one that took her through the dank forest of erotic literature. Forever perverted by what she experienced there, she now lives as an author in Santa Cruz, spinning steamy yarns about the lust thrumming beneath flat chests.

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Flat-Chested First Time

By Verity Rayne

Copyright 2015 Verity Rayne

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This is a work of adult fiction which contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity involving fictitious characters. All characters, including the flat-chested women described, are over the age of 18. This story is not for readers who are under 18. This eBook is not to be shared, re-sold, re-copied, or republished, in whole or in part, without the author’s express written consent. Thank you and enjoy your story.

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With a pinch of his thumb and forefinger, he unhooks my overalls. First the left button, then the right. I’m breathing so fast, my chest rising and falling so quick that the straps slip off my shoulders and flop into the hay. He peels back the denim like the skin of a banana - ripe and ready to be eaten. I want the overalls to keep going, but they stop at my waist. He lets them go, and I feel a draft just beneath the edge of my shirt. Then a tingle and a throb. It’s embarrassing. I want to close my legs, but he’s still kneeling between my knees, his hands running down the sides of my shirt. I want to hide, but there’s no place to go. No way to stop. His fingers gather up the bottom of my shirt, then begin to pull and lift.

Sit up, my little princess. I don’t have to do it myself. I can’t.