LITTLE GIRL LOST
VOLUME 1 OF THE
LITTLE GIRL LOST TRILOGY
by
Cindy Hanna
Little Girl Lost: Volume 1 of the Little Girl Lost Trilogy
Copyright ©2010 by Cindy Hanna
ISBN-13 978-1-926585-74-1
First Edition
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Hanna, Cindy, 1965-
Little girl lost [electronic resource] / written by Cindy Hanna.
(Little girl lost trilogy ; v. 1)
ISBN 978-1-926585-74-1
Also available in print format.
I. Title. II. Series: Hanna, Cindy, 1965- . Little girl lost trilogy ; v. 1.
PS3608.A558L58 2010a 813'.6 C2010-900409-4
Cover design: Arthur Dix – Photographer; Michael Davis – Hair/Make-up Artist
The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons,
living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the express written permission of the publisher. Printed in the United States of America and the United Kingdom.
Publisher: CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
I dedicate this novel to my compassionate friend, Arthur. Had it not been for your insight to the creative that lay dormant within me, this book would still be a partially written manuscript tucked away in a drawer. Your artistic promptings and profound wisdom awaken, enlighten and inspire me.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
Contents
Sally swings to and fro in the hammock. The sound of rustling leaves, blowing in the wind, causes her to look up. The crisp air caresses her naked breasts, making her nipples stand erect. She begins—slowly— gradually building momentum, backing off at just the right moments. She has chosen the perfect “toy” for this sexual journey and brings herself repeatedly to the edge of climax. She increases the vibration, escalates its rhythmic use and continues, almost in frenzy. Tomorrow she will be raw and sore, but that does not stop her. Faster and faster she pumps until she is dizzy with delight.
The inevitable orgasm approaches and she tenses with anticipation. Her heart rate increases. Her breathing becomes heavier. Her stroking more frantic. She is like a wild animal driven by primitive instinct, unable to stop herself. Her need to climax supersedes all else. The sensation is both excruciating and extreme. Never wanting it to cease, she propels herself further into oblivion.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, my fucking God!” she repeats through guttural moans and sighs in a near sacred chant. Unable to pull herself back from the edge this time, she allows herself to climax. The sensation explodes throughout her body, causing her to reverberate uncontrollably. Still she cannot stop. When she becomes so sensitive that it hurts, she gently continues on. As she attempts to cry out to her God, Sally