Dark Erotia Novels Short Stories for Women

By Natasha Spencer Lee

Dark Erotia Novels Short Stories for Women is the book you will study in the history of erotic literature, among the best books of contemporary erotic stories.
Short but intense stories, intimate, suggestive, surprising, delicious...
You will experience situations that you have never imagined before, you will know possibilities that few dare to make real, and you will explore your fetishes and passions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adult Only Books (Original Gift)
• Release date: Feb 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223418283

Natasha Spencer Lee

She is a passionate writer who is revolutionizing contemporary adult literature. Her daring, revealing, addictive, exciting and surprising texts have already captivated a whole generation that enjoys success after success. Her specialties are crime and the most taboo eroticism. She reveals an urban life that no one was talking about.

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The first millions

Camariñas (Galicia, Spain), summer 2001

-Tell me, my love, I said, answering the phone.

-Can you meet?

-Come by the house.

-See you in half an hour.

Punctually the doorbell rang, should I have already given him a set of keys?

I opened the door, she came up, kissed me at the entrance, and after the protocolary how are you and catching up on the week's affairs, family, friends... She asked me to turn up the music, a local rapper was playing talking about drug dealing, so I thought it was not such a good idea to make the neighbors listen to that kind of message, and I changed to a Karol G song, Angie loved her music and smiled when she heard it. She came closer to me and almost in my ear she whispered:

-I've got a tip for a stick that will blow your mind. With that stick we'll do it in one go.

I looked at her with a face of: tell me more, and after a brief silence in which she increased the tension, she continued:

-Ricardo is going to pick up an important quantity this Tuesday night, I have someone who can tell me just when he leaves for the safe house that he will use to store the merchandise, he will go alone on the bike to overflow, several kilos of uncut white.

I started to smile too, happy, giving Ricardo the stick I wanted more than a candy to a child. I couldn't like that bastard any worse.

-It grows," I said.

And the best thing is that I already have a buyer, we will be paid five thousand pesetas per gram that same night, there is still no meeting place to avoid tip-offs, but I will decide the same day, it will be wherever we want.

-That's done, my love. Let's celebrate!

We were given to drugs and sex, hedonism, we lived for pleasure. We didn't snort cocaine, that's for geeks and junkies, what we did was smoke the best marijuana you could find and drink expensive bottles of whisky, wine or beer.

Deep down we took care of ourselves, but we liked the excess. Who wouldn't?

We lost track of time. It didn't matter. Our work, our life, was like that: free. Maybe even libertine at times.

We were pragmatic anarchists, the kind of people who do not obey even their own conscience. We were young.

And then came the day of the coup.

The plan was simple, the two of us would go alone in the BMW with the false license plate and we would run him over, take the backpack with the drug and give him a couple of blows so that he would take a while to get up.

I had already told the person who was going to buy it where he had to be waiting and in principle we would go there as soon as we had the material.

But...

We got the warning and went to the alley where we planned to dump him, but the bastard dodged us, he was riding a dirt bike faster than we expected, I made a U-turn (we were going to meet him head on) louder than I would have liked at that time of the morning, and although I knew it would draw the attention of the neighbors, there was no other way, we had to catch him or we would lose the opportunity.

I guess he realized that we were behind him, he entered through a road between two houses where a car could not fit, chasing him running would be ridiculous. We didn't think about the possibility of him going that way,

would it have changed destination?

-Is he going to the safe house they told you about? He wasn't supposed to go down that fucking alley," I told my bandit.

-I don't think he knows we know where the site is. I can't think of any other option, if he goes where we think he's going we still have time to get there before he does.

I swerved again, accelerated, we were only two or three kilometers away, there was still a chance to find him, I turned off the lights (I had turned them on, the long ones, to dazzle him and make it easier for him to fall).

I touched Angie's leg, she was wearing a short skirt that couldn't be sexier, her soft skin I loved, I caressed her. She returned the affection with a kiss on my cheek while I looked at the road and she ran her hand along my neck.

He whispered in my ear:

-Honey, we're going to make it, I trust you. It made my hair stand on end.

I heard the motorcycle, this time I was not going to miss, he was going with the light on, I had him about fifty meters away, I turned the steering wheel and braked putting the car sideways, occupying practically all the space, he braked completely, Angie got out of the car pointing the gun at him:

-Give me the backpack and shut your mouth or give me life and shut up forever.

He thought about it for a few seconds and dropped the backpack. Angie picked it up and said:

-Turn off the bike. He obeyed.

-Now you throw the keys as far as you can, and if you don't do it with all your strength, I'll shoot you.

Ricardo, though slow, obeyed silently. He threw them not far away.

Angie shot him in the leg, luckily he used the silencer, it was an elegant shot, though perhaps a vicious one.

-I warned you.

He turned around and got into the car. It was done, and it would be a while before Ricardo