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Fairy Tale Fantasies
by Kristin York
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Fairy Tale Fantasies features twelve familiar stories, each with a decidedly grown-up twist. Strong heroes and naughty heroines populate the pages of this book written with the spanking enthusiast in mind. Evil plots are thwarted, true love conquers all, and the occasional date with a hairbrush leads to a memorable "happily ever after" for one and all. If you're a fan of white steeds and red bottoms, turn the page to find out what happens when fairy tales grow up. For adults only.
eBook Publisher: Newsite Web Services Publishing, 2007 2007
eBookwise Release Date: September 2008
 
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [299 KB]
Words: 67358
Reading time: 192-269 min.
Snow White--2002 Mrs. Charming carefully laid the open Sky Shoppers catalog on her hubby's lap and, snuggling up to him on the couch, slid her hand seductively up his thigh. "See, honey. It's a bargain, really. I mean, just think how much I could save over time, if I didn't have to go to the salon to tan." Prince Christian Alfonso Fredericko James Charming, Chris to his friends, did not so much as look away from the television. "I said no." "Aw, honey ... come on." Snow twisted a strand of dark hair around her forefinger and adopted her best pretty-please pose. "You blew ten times that much having your mare bred last month. And you know nobody's looking for white horses these days." Her husband let out a slow breath. "This has nothing to do with money and you know it. I don't want a repeat of your last little tanning bed fiasco." "Okay, okay ... so I fell asleep. Believe me, I'll be sure to set an alarm this time--two, even!" "No." A frown settled between the delicate, dark arches of the lady's brows. "You're not being fair, Christian! I said I'd take precautions. I just want some color. All the other women at the royal pool party will be sporting their fresh-from-the-Mediterranean tans, and there I'll be with my Casper the Friendly Ghost complexion. I'll stick out like a sore thumb." "You'll be the most beautiful woman there. You are, after all--" "Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I know--the fairest of them all. Hair black as ebony, lips red as a red, red rose. But for crying out loud, every woman wants a change once in a while--and this whole 'skin white as snow' nonsense is getting old." She stretched her arms out in front of her. "I couldn't be any whiter if you'd left me in that coffin!" "Alright, that does it." Chris pointed the remote at the TV and jabbed the off button. When he turned back to his wife, his expression was set in determined lines. "It seems to me, young lady, that you've forgotten just how painful that burn was; and by golly, I've got just the thing to remind you." Snow recognized the look in her husband's eyes and tried to scramble away, but he was too fast for her. His hand closed around her wrist and she was jerked face down across his thighs. "Now, then." Whisking her nightgown up to the small of her back, the prince gave his wife's lushly curved buttocks a preemptory slap. "Let me see if I can match that color."
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