Cute Tale

Cute Tale

Miklos Coyannis

Language: English

Pages: 97

ISBN: 2:00314898

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Cute Tale

Miklos Coyannis

Language: English

Pages: 97

ISBN: 2:00314898

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The first novel of a young Greek writer residing in London, “Cute Tale,” is a searing study of the sexual perversions practiced by today's “sexually free” young people.

On its way to becoming a best-seller shortly after publication, it was summarily banned by the London Chief Metropolitan Censor as well as in Paris. Fortunately, the book aroused a great deal of interest among collectors of avant-garde erotica and had a remarkable “underground” circulation on the continent.

Miklos Coyannis has published several other novels, but “Cute Tale” is still considered his most “daring” and best.

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under-the-counter idea. “Well, for crying out loud! What a helluva place!” was his comment. Then he said, “You British?” I said we were. “Know London?” I said I lived there. “Gee, that is good. Honey and me are going there. Perhaps you can give me the low-down on some vice spots.” I said I probably could. “That's swell. Com-marn, let's get acquainted. I'm Max and this is Honey. (So it was her name as well as a term of endearment!) “I said my name was Roger, and this” (leaning back so that he

when aroused, her cunt dripped with passion and pussy-juice as Pru's did. I hoped I should have a chance of finding out before the end of the evening; I thought my chances of trying out her twat were pretty good! Ordering the meal and choosing the wine took time and also took our minds off other things that might follow; but once served, we got back to the sexy atmosphere created in the bar. We compared notes about where we had been and what we had seen and done. “And no parties?” asked

you're twelve and pretty, like me, it comes as a bind and a shock to be sent away from home to a dreary private school. It was either that or a London Country Council reform school! I chose, or rather my parents did, the private school. It all started about three years ago when I was nine and all innocent and rosy-cheeked when Mr. Watson was alone in the house. I had gone to see if Valerie, my friend, was coming out to play with me but she was out. Mr. Watson invited me in for a drink and a

settling more heavily into her cunt but I still didn't start to fuck her yet. I loved to titillate myself first and to gloat over the hump that's going to come. I reached forward and took a breast in each hand and began the pinching and pulling which I knew she loved. I could feel her ass squirming up to me underneath my loins and the sucking of her cunt got faster, her eyes were glittering and her breath was coming in gasps. “Fuck me... fuck me... “she moaned. “I'll fuck you in a minute...

of men and women dancing to an accordion in an atmosphere of thick blue smoke; the overhead lights were very bright; it looked awful. “God, what a dump!” said Max. “Still, what the heck! Let's go in and have a beer.” I agreed. We found a table and ordered four beers. Then we danced, and I, at last could hold Honey. What a voluptuous figure! And how she melted into me to give me a terrific hardon as we mooched around the room, dancing cheek to cheek! “I guess you're a coupla swell guys,” she

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