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The Nine and One Nights of Sherry Zaid

Having been discovered in the very act of forbidden sex, Sherry Zaid posits some extraordinary exploits for her husband in retribution, to save her marriage. In the story told through the highly erotic narrative of the book, Sherry gives her husband nine women to atone for her infidelity.

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Explicit adult content.
For adults 18 years old or older

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Excerpts from the Book

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Book 1: The Last Infidelity

From the moment Sherry and her client lover began stripping away clothing in the entry hall of her condo, leaving a trail of shoes, pants, a skirt and a bra that went from the hall, up the stairs and to the bedroom where the hairy man pulled her red panties away, Sherry felt desired. These new lover encounters always made Sherry feel desired and Sherry loved, no actually, craved to be desired.     

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Book 2: The Teacher and the Subsitute

Ignoring Sherry’s advice, Paulette did not wax everything. She decided to have the bathing suit trim instead. A completely dehaired groin would make her feel like a little girl, she felt. A hairy vulva, albeit well manicured, she thought was more womanly, more adult, more animal. More teasing. More sensual. She wanted her first adulterous act to be the most sensual thing to have ever happened to her.

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Book 5: The Stripper's Variant

He (Lorn) had always imagined that there must be more to a woman that had to be revealed. He often fantasized that if he could make a nude woman more naked he could find that extra secret thing of her which was more erotic than all her other womanly parts. Surely these very thoughts must course through all the veins and arteries of the internet in the form of photos and videos of naked people the vast majority of whom were women in a global world wide endeavor to find that most erotic thing about ‘woman’. And now with his tongue against her...

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Book 6 : Susannah and the Burning Man

“You will have the best sex of your life.” Susannah said just outside of Las Vegas as her 35 foot motor home which sleeps 5 headed north to Black Rock City. She motioned to the small refrigerator magnet with the image of a woman in Hindu attire astride a horse made of five women. “Rathi, the goddess of sexual desire and pleasure demands it.” Lorn stared at the magnet attached to the glove box door. He did not understand.

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Book 9: Sister Clara and the Devil Dick

Friday late afternoon at the costumer’s, Lorn discovered that the x-rated devil costume was no costume at all. Except for the hoof shaped red boots and the add on horns and four foot tail the rest of the costume was only semi durable red paint on naked skin. And oh yeah, the prosthetic Sister Clara had asked him to get was a foot long dick with oversized balls which attached to his own genitals. That was it! Except for the horns, the tail, the hoof boots and the fake oversized dick and balls he was completely naked. He was completely covered in red body paint, but still he was essentially naked — a vibrantly red, naked devil with his large fake junk jiggling about in the open.

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Book 10: The Last Infidelity. Again

With her black gloved hands Lilith’s fingertips walked across and around Sherry’s torso to her back. The music was haunting and all the dancers on the floor about them were mesmerized. They watched enthralled as Lilith slowly lowered the back side of Sherry’s panties revealing her ass as each cheek rose and fell to the rhythm of the music. After a long but wantonly insufficient time, Lilith raised Sherry’s panties back to their proper place.

 About the Author

My name is V. F. Hathor and this is my first novel. I hate all my photos so I am reluctant to post any of myself. That is why there is no photo on this bio and there never will be.
    I was born in Oak Park, Illinois, the eldest daughter of second generation American parents —a Korean mom and a middle eastern dad. Whoa, that was a crazy combo! Both were Catholic, religiously so, and totally assimilated. Consequently they had little attachment to their ancestral roots.
    Since Hathor is the name of the ancient Egyptian Earth Goddess, I suspect my father’s roots are in Egypt. But who knows? I am sure knowing that the family name might also be the name of an ancient pagan goddess 
would be abhorrent to my dad. We never really talked about these things. Our family dinner discussions consisted entirely about doing chores and getting good grades and Father Wade’s sermon at last Sunday’s mass at Ascension Church
   Oak Park being my hometown, I went to Oak Park High which is the same high school attended by that old white guy with guns who loved to hunt animals in Africa…what was his name? Oh yeah Hemingway. He was an alcoholic exotic animal killer, but he was nevertheless an impressive writer! So I am glad to share the same Alma Mater with him.

   As I said this is my first novel. I have lived alone and worked at home as a legal document transcriber. So I think I have had lots of time developing my erotic imagination. I wanted to write about a marginally attractive woman and her search for an erotic connection in her life. Although there are bits of real people and events in this novel, from which the novel’s erotic garden has grown, it remains mostly fiction in case any of you might think otherwise. 
   For me this book was like planting that vintage seed you found in the memory books stored in your attic and now the forest that grew from that seed and stands before you is nothing like you ever imagined.
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