Home Page    Log in / register    Newsletter    Authors

Search by Title, Author or words


Shopping Cart

No Cart Open


Books showing a sign means books can be sent direct to your Kindle from our download pages or Member Library -
if your Kindle has the Personal Document Service feature! Other eReader formats (epub, etc) are also available.



First Time Anal Virgins 1 - 10 Short Story Book Bundle (Nicola Diaz)

First Time Anal Virgins 1 - 10 Short Story Book Bundle by Nicola Diaz


Add To Cart

More By This Author

    • Not yet rated. Buy this book and be the first to rate it!


10 busty young females submit their virgin backdoor to the older and dominant men.

Read and experiences the adventures of the submissive stunning females as they submit every inch of their breathtaking bodies, relinquishing control of their most intimate part……..their untouched rears!

The ten story erotica bundle includes the below -

Selling Her Virgin Fifth Base

Plumbing the Housewife’s Fifth Base

Ravishing the Air Hostess Fifth Base

Mistaken for an Escort/Cash for Anal

Dominating Her Fifth Base

Owning Her Fifth Base

Pounding Her Fifth Base for the First Time

Betting Her Innocence

Bent Over and Offering Her Full Access

Offering Her Virgin Fifth Base

This short story compilation contains explicit sexuality and adult situations of erotic activity.including three submissive younger women surrender the most intimate part of their body to older men for an unforgettable night of first time deep penetration anal sex and should be purchased and read by adults only. The content may be considered objectionable, so please read at your own discretion.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 10 / 2017

No. words: 30000

Style: Erotic Anthologies, Erotic Short Stories

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Joy plunked down on her sofa, her first official free day after losing her job at the bistro. The owners, Frank and Chuck, had a falling out and Frank categorically fired all the baristas. Not one was left and the two now ran the joint on their own. Joy ran her shaky hand through her short blonde hair unsure of what she’d do. Before she lost the job, she lived paycheck to paycheck, but she knew working there was precarious due to the two men’s explosive relationship. Threats of losing the jobs always hung in the air, but for eighteen months, Joy worked gaining good tips and keeping her life afloat and thus paying rent, utilities and buying food. Thankfully, before she lost her job, she had made a trip to the superstore and stocked up on groceries, so that wouldn’t be an issue for a while. But it will if the lights and gas are turned off from not being able to pay her bills. It was almost too much to think about now.

Joy pulled the beer from the refrigerator. Tonight, she was thirsty and tonight she’d drink the entire six-pack. She didn’t care. After settling on a movie, she relaxed, her feet on the coffee table and popped the top on the cold brewski.

“Fucking job,” she said to the empty room as she chugged the first beer. After belching and pissing, she opened the second bottle and literally cried while watching an action movie. She thought blood and guts and fights would help her to feel better but it didn’t. “Miserable failure.”

By the time the movie ended, the six-pack box sat empty beside her on the sofa. “This is how alcoholics are made,” she chimed as she made her way to the bathroom for the hundredth time. “Should have drank one and saved myself the bathroom trips. I can’t afford the damn water I’m using to flush the toilet,” she cried.

Joy turned on her computer and tried to search bleary-eyed for job websites. “Fucking job. I have to find one,” she said, slurring her words. “Fuck it, I’m too drunk. I’ll probably end up applying for something I’m not capable of doing.” The computer screen hurt her eyes, anyway. She turned it off and sat back in the chair and cried her eyes out again. “What am I going to do?” Reaching for a tissue she blew her nose and got up to take a shower. Stumbling into the bathroom she hoped she wouldn’t fall and hit her head. The room spun, and she hiccupped. “You stupid idiot.” Fumbling with the faucet, she streamed hot steamy water over her body and made a pot of coffee afterwards, hoping it would make her feel better.

“Damn sobbing drunk.” She knew better than to drink that beer. The coffee brewed, and the clock edged to one A.M. She didn’t care as she downed a cup of strong black coffee and became sober enough to go to bed.

Sunlight poured through the window the following morning, so bright Joy rose and shut the blinds she’d forgotten to close the night before. After taking two aspirin she showered again, this time washing her hair and doing it right. The evening before was a blur. She smirked as she cleaned her apartment and threw away the empty beer bottles.

After dressing in her best business attire, Joy hit the streets to look for a job. It was mid-morning when she realized it would be better to job hunt on Monday morning instead of a Saturday. Most places told her to come back during a weekday. She toyed with the idea to check on Frank and Chuck, but decided she needed a job that was steady.

On her way home, Joy noticed a billboard for a trendy new bar called Howdies located near her apartment. She went home and relaxed for the afternoon and dressed-up later in the evening planning to give the new place a visit. She wanted a night of fun and relaxation before she got serious with her resume on Sunday and pounding the streets on Monday for a job.

The miniskirt hit right above mid-thigh. If Joy bent over someone behind her would receive a nice peep show. She didn’t care as she smoothed the black fabric over her hips and butt. The shirt hung down to her bra between her breasts, her ample cleavage pouring out with a great bounce. Joy shrugged as she pulled her four-inch stilettoes from the closet, a perfect match to the black and white outfit. Turning in the full-length mirror, Joy whistled at her reflection. She teased her short blonde hair high on top of her head and wore the large silver hoops in her earlobes. For the final touch, she sat down at her tiny bar and painted her nails, a gleaming blue. Lastly, the red lipstick set off her smoky made eyes. “Perfect,” she whispered as she nodded at her reflection. “Time to boot.”

Author Information


Publisher Information

This story has been self-published by the author

 Contact Us    Terms and Conditions    Protection Policy    Privacy Policy    Refund Policy   

This Site Owned By Fiction4All - Copyright Ó 2013