Sinsation

By Sal Aceous

A girl on the rebound meets a stranger who can transmit memories and sensations via touch. He rides a craft called "The Beast" and takes her back to his home planet for some much needed relaxation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sal Aceous
• Release date: Aug 2, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466178908

Sal Aceous

Hi there, I'm Sal. I love girls. You will not find any women as victims in my work. Misogynism makes me angry.I love to write about strong, demanding, horny girls that know what they want and how to get it. I love writing about various taboos, such as: alien abduction, public sex, group sex, and sex in exotic locations.I have a very action-oriented, visual style. And I have a very vivid imagination.I will release more of my books soon....

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SINSATION

by Sal Aceous

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011 Sal Aceous

Dedication

This is for all the dirty girls that are secretly reading erotica on their kindles at coffee shops, on buses, in libraries, at home, on the beach and everywhere (while people think you are reading Twilight). You are the best. Love you two times.

Sal

All characters portrayed in these stories are over 18.

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The Bar

I felt the back of his hand drag lightly across the small of my back, as I leaned forward with my elbows on the dark walnut of the bar and sipped on my merlot. A tingle like an electric shock went up my spine, ending at my neck. I turned to look as he walked by, heading for the bathroom. He looked ordinary enough: tall, muscular, tattooed, with blonde hair bleached lighter from the sun; his skin was tan. He didn’t even seem to notice he had touched me, and didn’t look my way.

I wasn’t that good looking. Fresh off another bad relationship. I wasn’t looking for anything that wasn’t written on the bottom of my glass. Fuck guys—and not literally. I pointed at my now empty glass and the bartender gave me a refill. He was older, graying, a bit large around the middle, and looked Irish. Which made perfect sense in a bar called O’Really’s. It was dim and had good booze— my two favorite things in a bar. And people left you well enough alone in here. Which is what I wanted. Or that’s what I told myself as