Due to the recent increase in popularity of vampires, and just in time for the Halloween season, BBRC is compelled to create a new vision of vampire romance to fill your senses and awaken your dark spirit. Thusly, we have a passage from the brand new Rebeccah Love Ervin romance classic, "The Lady is a Vamp." This predatory passage will take a bite out of your mind, and leave you with the insatiable taste of lust and desire in your mouth. So sit back, grab some True Blood, and enjoy "The Lady is a Vamp."
Desdemona had been hunting all night. What she didn't know was that she had been followed by Atticus, the local vampire hunter, who also had developed quite a fondness for her. She had ducked into the shadows in an alley in an effort to stalk her prey, a drunk who had just left the bar. She could smell the man, and had a particular liking for the taste of red wine with her food. She was alone, and they alley was very dark. Atticus figured he'd kill two birds with one stone...why not get lucky and save a life at the same time? It was the only excuse he needed.
"Thinking about grabbing a bite?" Atticus asked. Desdemona startled. She was surprised she hadn't heard him.
"Well, Atticus the vampire hunter. You finally found me," she said.
"Yes, but it's not what you think," he said.
"Well, what is it, then? I haven't got all night, and I'm starving."
"Look," he said, "I've been following you for a long time...and it's because I've been seduced by your charms. I...I want to be your fang-banger."
"Oh, Atticus! That's so sweet! I don't think anyone has said that to me since the Bubonic Plague!" Desdemona said, and before he knew it, she was on top of him.
Atticus' excitement was only further enhanced when he got a close-up look at Desdemona's decroded fangs, the echo of centuries past before the age of dental floss. He was mesmerized by the coppery-sour scent of old blood on her breath before he kissed her. The surrounding garbage was an aphrodisiac they both found irresistable, as the scent of overripe bananas and dirty diapers mingled with their own scents of death and halitosis. She tore open his shirt with her long, ragged nails, exposing his superfluous third nipple under his sweater-length chest hair. Atticus ran his fingers through Desdemona's hair, strands crusted with dirt and nightcrawlers from crawling out of the ground. She kissed him again, his long, bristly nose hairs brushed against her upper lip. He ripped her blouse open revealing her sunken-in, skeletal chest. Her former bounty was evident by the level of hanging and sagginess...like that of empty bags of O-negative discarded as biohazard. She unzipped his pants and loosed his wooden stake, at the ready to plunge deep into the heart of the vampire. He flung up her skirt and without hesitation drove his stake into her dusty coffin. She moaned and absentmindedly stroked his beard, which was grizzled and still contained the remnants of last evening's meal. She had forgotten what anchovies and Colt .45 smelled like. It had been a long time since she had actually stopped long enough to smell a man...or drink a beer. She resisted going for the jugular as he thrust harder and with more purpose. Soon, the two climaxed together like the wave of blood after the mass beheadings that Desdemona had witnessed centuries before. Afterward, they lay on top of the soft, squishy garbage bags in the alley. Atticus turned to face Desdemona.
"Well, honey," Atticus said, "you sure know how to drain the blood from a man's head."
We at the BBRC hope you enjoyed this passage from Rebeccah Love Ervin's newest tale, "The Lady is a Vamp." You can order your copy for 16 easy payments of $1.12 (+ $2.38 s/h). Order now and receive a complimentary set of his/hers vampire fangs for your own personal blood play fantasies (a $23.93 value)!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
At the Carwash
Oh, yes, friends, the BBRC is back in action. We at the BBRC would like to take the opportunity to welcome the new members into the reading club and bid a hello to the old. This week, we have a spectacular story by our favourite author, Rebeccah Love Ervin, entitled "At the Carwash," which is guaranteed to seduce your senses. So sit back, enjoy a glass of Cognac by the fire with your favourite loved one, and experience "At the Carwash."
Junior had been sitting at the cash register all day. His excitement had been building for what seemed like hours. He had been watching Betty, one of the towel girls, wiping down cars after the cars had beenwashed, and it was getting to be that time of day to start closing down. He had harboured a deep and secret longing for the girl ever since she began working at the Stop 'n' Soak a few months earlier. It was just the two of them closing, as he had arranged, and as the other towel girls left, he knew this was the only excuse he needed.
"Say, Betty?" Junior said, coming up behind her, "Can I tells ya'sumpin'?"
"I reckon," Betty replied, turning to face him.
"Well, see here, now, I thinks I kinda taken a shine to ya' in the lastfew months...and I thinks you're real pretty-like."
"Oh, Junior, ain't you just the sweetest thang!"
Junior shuffled his feet and looked at his shoes for a moment, "I wantsyou real bad."
Not a second later, Betty was all over him like flies on manure. She kissed him once, then stopped to take out her partials, and she kissed him again. It gave Junior the warm comfortable feeling like hewere kissing a Jack-O-Lantern about four weeks after Halloween was over. He took off his grease-stained John Deere cap, exposing his receding hairline that had recently been treated with a Just for Men hair coloring. He began to caress Betty over her stone-washed, tapered jeans. His hand slipped and hit the button which started the car wash, and before they knew it, they were sprayed with water. Betty's t-shirt was soaked through and Junior could see the remnants of her botched boob job. It looked as if she had a nipple missing, but Junior dove right in. He began to buff one breast, then the other, not noticing one was an A cup and one was a C cup. Betty unhooked Junior's overalls and pushed them down over his paunch, then began to kiss one of his four chins. Junior managed to get Betty out of her painted-on pants and soon, she freed his man-hose. They tumbled to the ground, the result of sneaking the Jim Beam shooter bottles from the cooler all day. Junior climbed on top of Betty and placed his gas nozzle into her fuel tank. He waxed her and buffed her to a high shine, then, in one glorious moment, the two exploded together, as if her cell phone had rung while there were gas fumes in her front seat. They lay together on the wet concrete of the car wash, tapped out like the keg they sometimes kept in the manager's office. Junior rolled off Betty and lit a wet cigarette he had fished out of his pocket.
"Well, honey," he said, "that was better than new car smell."
We at the BBRC hope you enjoyed another classic tantalizing tale by our resident author, Rebeccah Love Ervin. You can purchase this story for home use for only three and a half easy payments of $7.98 ($3.71s/h). Order now and receive a free penis-shaped air freshener for your car. Mmm, smells like bubble cum...er bubble gum.
Junior had been sitting at the cash register all day. His excitement had been building for what seemed like hours. He had been watching Betty, one of the towel girls, wiping down cars after the cars had beenwashed, and it was getting to be that time of day to start closing down. He had harboured a deep and secret longing for the girl ever since she began working at the Stop 'n' Soak a few months earlier. It was just the two of them closing, as he had arranged, and as the other towel girls left, he knew this was the only excuse he needed.
"Say, Betty?" Junior said, coming up behind her, "Can I tells ya'sumpin'?"
"I reckon," Betty replied, turning to face him.
"Well, see here, now, I thinks I kinda taken a shine to ya' in the lastfew months...and I thinks you're real pretty-like."
"Oh, Junior, ain't you just the sweetest thang!"
Junior shuffled his feet and looked at his shoes for a moment, "I wantsyou real bad."
Not a second later, Betty was all over him like flies on manure. She kissed him once, then stopped to take out her partials, and she kissed him again. It gave Junior the warm comfortable feeling like hewere kissing a Jack-O-Lantern about four weeks after Halloween was over. He took off his grease-stained John Deere cap, exposing his receding hairline that had recently been treated with a Just for Men hair coloring. He began to caress Betty over her stone-washed, tapered jeans. His hand slipped and hit the button which started the car wash, and before they knew it, they were sprayed with water. Betty's t-shirt was soaked through and Junior could see the remnants of her botched boob job. It looked as if she had a nipple missing, but Junior dove right in. He began to buff one breast, then the other, not noticing one was an A cup and one was a C cup. Betty unhooked Junior's overalls and pushed them down over his paunch, then began to kiss one of his four chins. Junior managed to get Betty out of her painted-on pants and soon, she freed his man-hose. They tumbled to the ground, the result of sneaking the Jim Beam shooter bottles from the cooler all day. Junior climbed on top of Betty and placed his gas nozzle into her fuel tank. He waxed her and buffed her to a high shine, then, in one glorious moment, the two exploded together, as if her cell phone had rung while there were gas fumes in her front seat. They lay together on the wet concrete of the car wash, tapped out like the keg they sometimes kept in the manager's office. Junior rolled off Betty and lit a wet cigarette he had fished out of his pocket.
"Well, honey," he said, "that was better than new car smell."
We at the BBRC hope you enjoyed another classic tantalizing tale by our resident author, Rebeccah Love Ervin. You can purchase this story for home use for only three and a half easy payments of $7.98 ($3.71s/h). Order now and receive a free penis-shaped air freshener for your car. Mmm, smells like bubble cum...er bubble gum.
Rock You Like a Hurricane
Hello. This is your newest weekly installment of the latest in BBRC passages from Rebeccah Love Ervin's latest bestsellers. This week, we'd like to spotlight a classic of Rebeccah Love Ervin's, "Rock You Like a Hurricane." We at BBRC prefer to deviate from the newer novels every once in a while to revive old classics such as this stunning passage from Rebeccah Love Ervin's first novel. So sit back and enjoy "Rock You Like a Hurricane."
The hurricane warning sirens had been going off for the last ten minutes. The whole town was silent and waiting. Constance and Barnaby were huddled together in a shelter Barnaby had built after the last hurricane. One can never be too careful. Barnaby couldn't help but notice Constance's heaving breasts trembling with fear and, since they were the only two in the shelter, this was the only excuse Barnaby needed.
"I do declare, Mizz Constance, but you are shakin' like the devil himself's got inta you. Let me hold you and do the Southern Gentlmenly thing to do, just like on tha plantation."
"My good heavens, Mr. Barnaby, would you? I'm so frightened."
Barnaby put his arms under her shirt with the kittens on it and around Constance's chub and held her love handles with the kind of tenderness only a gentlman from Biloxy would. She felt comforted by him and leaned further back into his arms. Slowly, Barnaby's hands moved to Constance's overflowing bounty as he moved in for the kill. His hands explored her body as the impending hurricane's presence was beginning to make itself known. He moved his hands down her hot pink stretch pants and she moaned with pleasure as he reaped her crop. She could see through his tight stone-washed jeans that he was getting excited. She ran her fingers through his hockey-player's mullet haircut and down to his pants. She stroked him until he could take no more. He took out her partial, flipped her over, pulled off her stretch pants and went top dollar with the gold flea collar. Outside, the hurricane had arrived and reached it max force. Inside, Barnaby continued to work Constance over until finally, they climaxed in unison as the house above them was ripped right off it's foundation.
"Well, darlin'," Barnaby said, "that's what I call a good blow."
We at BBRC hope you enjoyed the previous passage from Rebeccah Love Ervin's first ever bestselling novel, "Rock You Like a Hurricane." You can order her novel for three easy payments of $29.95 (+4.95 s/h). Act now and recieve a lifetime supply of strawberry flavored KY Jelly absolutely free. Thank you, from BBRC.
The hurricane warning sirens had been going off for the last ten minutes. The whole town was silent and waiting. Constance and Barnaby were huddled together in a shelter Barnaby had built after the last hurricane. One can never be too careful. Barnaby couldn't help but notice Constance's heaving breasts trembling with fear and, since they were the only two in the shelter, this was the only excuse Barnaby needed.
"I do declare, Mizz Constance, but you are shakin' like the devil himself's got inta you. Let me hold you and do the Southern Gentlmenly thing to do, just like on tha plantation."
"My good heavens, Mr. Barnaby, would you? I'm so frightened."
Barnaby put his arms under her shirt with the kittens on it and around Constance's chub and held her love handles with the kind of tenderness only a gentlman from Biloxy would. She felt comforted by him and leaned further back into his arms. Slowly, Barnaby's hands moved to Constance's overflowing bounty as he moved in for the kill. His hands explored her body as the impending hurricane's presence was beginning to make itself known. He moved his hands down her hot pink stretch pants and she moaned with pleasure as he reaped her crop. She could see through his tight stone-washed jeans that he was getting excited. She ran her fingers through his hockey-player's mullet haircut and down to his pants. She stroked him until he could take no more. He took out her partial, flipped her over, pulled off her stretch pants and went top dollar with the gold flea collar. Outside, the hurricane had arrived and reached it max force. Inside, Barnaby continued to work Constance over until finally, they climaxed in unison as the house above them was ripped right off it's foundation.
"Well, darlin'," Barnaby said, "that's what I call a good blow."
We at BBRC hope you enjoyed the previous passage from Rebeccah Love Ervin's first ever bestselling novel, "Rock You Like a Hurricane." You can order her novel for three easy payments of $29.95 (+4.95 s/h). Act now and recieve a lifetime supply of strawberry flavored KY Jelly absolutely free. Thank you, from BBRC.
One-Eyed Willie
Hello, everyone. This is the latest in free samples from Rebeccah Love Ervin's pending BBRC novel, "One Eyed Willie." We at BBRC recieved over 1 order for Rebeccah Love Ervin's last novel, "Sexual Chocolate." And now, BBRC is proud to produce this free passage from Rebeccah Love Ervin's new BBRClassic, "One Eyed Willie." Enjoy.
Trapped in the galley of the ship, Raquel and Banquo had given up on trying to bang the door down. Raquel sat on the floor, her dark wet hair clinging to her bald spot on the back of her head. Banquo's heart began to race. They certainly weren't leaving the galley any time soon and this was the only excuse he needed.
"Arr, me hearty," Banquo said, eyeing Raquel's bounty, "ye sure are a pretty young thing says I."
"Oh, Banquo," Raquel sighed, "I've been waiting for you to say that since the day I met you not forty eight hours ago. TAKE ME, BANQUO!"
"Ar, I've been waiting for ye to say that since the flock of seagulls cried (what?!?)."
With that, Banquo walked toward Raquel slowly, each thump of his peg leg on the floor matched the beating of Raquel's heart. He knelt down beside her. They looked into each other's eyes and began to kiss. Slowly, Banquo's hands wandered up Raquel's petticoats. She moaned in ecstacy as his fingers searched her undersea cave. Raquel tore off Banquo's waistcoat and shirt, exposing sinewy muscle as well as the tattoo of the naked lady on his chest, the caption under it reading "mother." Banquo, in turn, tore into Raquel's bodice like a man getting ready to be buried at sea. He plunged his face into her white wavecaps. Raquel cried out with pleasure. Banquo threw Raquel's petticoats over her head as he unlaced his pants. She cried out with a mixture of surprise and pleasure when she saw his large, fully raised mizzen mast seem to leap out of his pants. Banquo plunged deep into Raquel's undersea cave and the two began rocking with the ship. The waves of pleasure mounted and, finally, the two climaxed together. Banquo's glass eye popped out and rolled acrost the floor. "Like the siren ye are," Banquo said, exhausted. "Well," Raquel said, "Apparently it's the size of the ship AS WELL AS the motion of the ocean."
We at BBRC hope you enjoyed Rebeccah Love Ervin's passage from her up and coming BBRClassic, "One Eyed Willie." You can purchase her book for three easy payments of $29.95 (plus> $4.95 shipping and handling). Order now and recieve our special offer of a lifetime supply of nipple wax, free with your purchase.
Trapped in the galley of the ship, Raquel and Banquo had given up on trying to bang the door down. Raquel sat on the floor, her dark wet hair clinging to her bald spot on the back of her head. Banquo's heart began to race. They certainly weren't leaving the galley any time soon and this was the only excuse he needed.
"Arr, me hearty," Banquo said, eyeing Raquel's bounty, "ye sure are a pretty young thing says I."
"Oh, Banquo," Raquel sighed, "I've been waiting for you to say that since the day I met you not forty eight hours ago. TAKE ME, BANQUO!"
"Ar, I've been waiting for ye to say that since the flock of seagulls cried (what?!?)."
With that, Banquo walked toward Raquel slowly, each thump of his peg leg on the floor matched the beating of Raquel's heart. He knelt down beside her. They looked into each other's eyes and began to kiss. Slowly, Banquo's hands wandered up Raquel's petticoats. She moaned in ecstacy as his fingers searched her undersea cave. Raquel tore off Banquo's waistcoat and shirt, exposing sinewy muscle as well as the tattoo of the naked lady on his chest, the caption under it reading "mother." Banquo, in turn, tore into Raquel's bodice like a man getting ready to be buried at sea. He plunged his face into her white wavecaps. Raquel cried out with pleasure. Banquo threw Raquel's petticoats over her head as he unlaced his pants. She cried out with a mixture of surprise and pleasure when she saw his large, fully raised mizzen mast seem to leap out of his pants. Banquo plunged deep into Raquel's undersea cave and the two began rocking with the ship. The waves of pleasure mounted and, finally, the two climaxed together. Banquo's glass eye popped out and rolled acrost the floor. "Like the siren ye are," Banquo said, exhausted. "Well," Raquel said, "Apparently it's the size of the ship AS WELL AS the motion of the ocean."
We at BBRC hope you enjoyed Rebeccah Love Ervin's passage from her up and coming BBRClassic, "One Eyed Willie." You can purchase her book for three easy payments of $29.95 (plus> $4.95 shipping and handling). Order now and recieve our special offer of a lifetime supply of nipple wax, free with your purchase.
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