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    Roughing It: A Story of Erotica, Love, Lust and Sex
    Roughing It: A Story of Erotica, Love, Lust and Sex
    Roughing It: A Story of Erotica, Love, Lust and Sex
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    Roughing It: A Story of Erotica, Love, Lust and Sex

    By Kelly Carr

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    ***WARNING!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT!!!***

    Even rich women can get bored. When this happens, they crave other men so badly that they are willing to disrupt their comfortable lives just to realize their fantasies.

    Roughing It: A Story of Erotica, Love, Lust and Sex details how a wealthy, self-involved woman's lust for an auto mechanic leads her to abandon her affluent lifestyle and discover how the other half lives. This is one book that really steams things up!

    Please be aware that this book contains adult situations and language and is intended for a mature audience.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNew Tradition Books
    Release dateMar 20, 2012
    ISBN9781938107061
    Roughing It: A Story of Erotica, Love, Lust and Sex
    Author

    Kelly Carr

    Who is able to predict where the creative apple will fall in a family? Some fall close to the tree and others seem to roll far away. And most of the time the apple looks very normal. It is not until it is peeled that the difference can be experienced.Most writers are like that. They seem normal on the surface, but underneath the skin the imagination never sleeps.Kelly Carr fell far from the tree in the sense that he is the weird writer in the family. Perhaps others simply did not have the opportunity. Kelly had the opportunity to go to college get into a career that forced him to write and speak regularly. In the last few years he has focused more on developing his unique writing style.Growing up on the dusty plains of West Texas he was surrounded by family and a group of good and hardy people. He came from a family of educators on both sides of the family tree, but took a slightly different path which led him into ministry. Kelly is committed to lifelong learning and enjoys writing on a variety of topics.Dr. Carr holds degrees in ministry from Liberty University, Dallas Theological Seminary, and Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. He has been involved in church ministry as a Pastor, Church Planter, Executive Pastor, Minister of Education and Youth Pastor for more than 25 years, also holding leadership positions at the community, area, state and national level of his denomination. He currently ministers in Greenville, Texas and lives with his beautiful wife of 27 years and his three awesome children.Dr. Kelly Carr is a pastor and wedding officiant that has performed more than 500 weddings and wedding renewal ceremonies. He has worked with hundreds of couples on their wedding vows. Dr. Carr is a licensed and ordained minister and his basic vows are from a Christian tradition. In his new book, "How To Write Wedding Vows," He shows how to adapt the most common wedding vows and ring vows into personalized and customized vows or how to start from scratch and write personalized vows.His other books include:Dignity: One Woman's Choice; May also be purchased as an Audiobook.A Guidebook for Searchers: Evidence Behind Our Faith;Revelation: Book of Mystery and Majesty;Daily Prayer Journal: A Personal Guide to Daily Devotions;How To Write Wedding Vows: A Wedding Vow Workbook;Fifty Nifty Bible Trivia Quiz Game Questions about Easter;

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      Roughing It - Kelly Carr

      Bitch

      Absolute Torture

      It was the anticipation that made me wet. The anticipation of knowing he’d be home soon and after he had eaten his supper, he’d be ready to take me, to take control of me.

      I sat at the table and waited. That’s all I could do now was wait on him. I glanced at the clock. He’d be home soon, right at five. It was now four-forty-eight. Twelve more minutes. Twelve minutes of absolute torture as I awaited his arrival, as I waited for him to give me that one look, that one look that told me he knew why I was here, he knew why I’d thrown everything away. He knew all about me. And all he knew was that I craved him.

      What was it about him? I thought about that and began to heat up even more. It was just him. It wasn’t that he was the best looking guy on earth. He was good looking but I’d seen better. That wasn’t true. I had never seen anyone who looked like him. He had jet black hair and intense blue eyes. His face was sculpted looking and he had thick red lips that kissed me so brutally sometimes I thought I’d die from the intensity of it. He was tall and he was broad-shouldered. He was built like a Mack truck. He was built to fuck. He was built to fuck me.

      I glanced at the clock. It was now four-fifty-one. Nine more minutes. Nine more long, painful minutes. When was he going to get here?

      But what was it about him? Him? I thought about it and decided it was the thuggish I don’t give a shit attitude that drew me to him. It was the way his eyes looked over me when I stood naked in front of him.

      Umm, I moaned and couldn’t help but run my hand across my chest as I thought about him looking at my nude body. As I thought about him coming home and throwing me down on the table and grabbing at me, at my breasts, at my pussy, at me. I put my leg on the chair and opened my legs and touched myself. I was already wet. I was already ready for him. Just the thought of him fucking me did that to me. It didn’t matter where I was, either. I could be at the grocery store and think of him fucking me and I’d go wet. Anytime I thought of him, I wanted more of what he’d already given me. Much more.

      I stood and began to pace. The clock now read four-fifty-six. Four minutes more and he’d be home. Maybe he’d be early today. Maybe he’d be late. I stopped pacing and thought about that. No, he couldn’t be late today. Not today. I’d gone all day wanting him. All day I’d ached. If he was late, I was going to be pissed.

      Just then, I heard his truck pull up. I jumped with excitement, then sat back down at the table, smoothed the calico dress he loved for me to wear—so he could rip it off—and waited. I heard the engine cut off, then the door slam and then I heard him on the porch. The screen door creaked open and then the front door pushed open. I shuddered with anticipation. He was here. He was home. He would fuck me soon. The torture would be over. I could breathe again. I would be peaceful once I got it. But getting it was the hardest part. That and the waiting.

      He walked into the kitchen, threw his black lunchbox on the counter and turned to me. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked. He was home! He was dirty, as usual, which meant he’d have to take a shower first before anything could happen. Some days, we didn’t wait for the shower. I didn’t care if he was clean or not. He was a mechanic and he had to get dirty for his job. His nails were sometimes filthy as were his clothes. I didn’t care. I’d rub up against him, getting dirty myself.

      Hi, Ned, I said and smiled at him. I’ve got supper ready for you.

      His eyes stared at me and looked over my body, over my face. I hoped he liked what he saw. My face was free of any make-up, just the way he liked it. He said he wanted to see me, not a bunch of paint. He liked my full, red lips and my blue eyes and my dark hair. He loved the freckles that were scattered across my chest and my full, pert breasts. He especially liked my ass, which was firm and round. He liked my body, the way I looked. He told me I was beautiful and for once in my life, I believed it about myself.

      He nodded once and said, I see that, Kori.

      I waited, and then glanced at the table, at the carefully prepared meal of pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, cornbread and sweet tea. A very manly meal made especially for him, my man. I wanted to sweep it off the table with my arm and have him grab me and throw me down. But I didn’t. He didn’t like to waste food.

      I need to shower, he said.

      I almost smiled, then I hid it. I didn’t want to seem too eager. He hated it when I was too eager. He liked to pretend it was him that made all the decisions about our fuck sessions. He started them

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