The Bang-Bang Club, movie tie-in: Snapshots From a Hidden War

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Laura discovers the exciting world filled with sexual exploration and fulfillment after being introduced to the Tramp Stamp Club by her best friend Karen.

Hesitant at first, but more than excited to change her mundane sex life and learn what it really means to be a Slut Wife.

Follow Laura as she completes her Slut Wife Training in an effort to obtain her own Tramp Stamp.

Filled with sexual activities that only the bravest women would commit to, Laura finds the secret power and seduction known only by the Tramp Stamp Club members.

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Warning: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, slut wife training, oral, bisexual, thr! eesomes, foursomes, light bondage, anal, lesbian, dildo, and public sex.

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EXCERPT:

“Oh baby,” Tina said, “that cock looks so wonderful against your skin. Let me have a taste.”

There it was. She was pulling my head off his cock and pushing me down to her tits. “Lick me clean while I suck his dick,” she said.

I know I was pouting, but I did as instructed. I ran my tongue over the side of her left breast as I pressed my face into her come cover tits. The come was cool to the touch, but the fire burning in my pussy was more than enough to offset it. I lovingly licked her clean as I felt her hands on my back.

“Lay down, bitch,” Tina said. “Let’s see you take this huge dick.”

More than eager to please, I clamored to the low bench and instinctively spread my legs. My black friend positioned himself between my legs and slapped my clit with his dick. That shot tingles down my legs! as I pulled my feet up to his thighs. He wasted no time shovi! ng his f at black cock in my tight little pussy, stretching it for all it was worth. A sharp burning pain seared through my flesh as his first powerful stroke nearly went right through me. Tina pinched my nipple as she bent down to taste the come off my lips. He began fucking me even harder as the pain subsided and turned into extreme pleasure.

Tina then positioned herself over my face. “Eat the cum out of my pussy!” she said as she climbed over my face again.

I lovingly licked her cunt as she leaned forward and pressed her firm breasts against my black lover’s chest.

“Mmm… you’re little whore has a tight pussy.” My dark lover spoke to Tina. I knew he was pinching her nipples, each time he did her pussy lips tightened and pulsated.

“Why don’t you get down there and lick her clit and my cock while I’m fucking her narrow hole?” His voice was deep and full of desire.

I was really enjoying my new found bisexual! side as she lowered her tongue onto my clit. That sent me straight into orgasm, and the pleasure of her tongue on my clit, and the thick black cock in my pussy took me to new heights of arousal.

He continued to pound that cock into me, fucking me at depths that I never knew were possible. My toes curled as I experienced what may have been the longest orgasm in my life. The pleasure was almost indescribable; he’d found a spot that sent me into complete submission to him and concentrated on it with unrelenting accuracy. I could fuck this cock all day long I thought as my orgasm reeled throughout my body.
Laura discovers the exciting world filled with sexual exploration and fulfillment after being introduced to the Tramp Stamp Club by her best friend Karen.

Hesitant at first, but more than excited to change her mundane sex life and learn what it really means to be a Slut Wife.

Follow Laura as she completes her Slut Wife Training in an effort to! obtain her own Tramp Stamp.

Filled with sexual activit! ies that only the bravest women would commit to, Laura finds the secret power and seduction known only by the Tramp Stamp Club members.

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Warning: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, slut wife training, oral, bisexual, threesomes, foursomes, light bondage, anal, lesbian, dildo, and public sex.

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EXCERPT:

“Oh baby,” Tina said, “that cock looks so wonderful against your skin. Let me have a taste.”

There it was. She was pulling my head off his cock and pushing me down to her tits. “Lick me clean while I suck his dick,” she said.

I know I was pouting, but I did as instructed. I ran my tongue over the side of her left breast as I pressed my face into her come cover tits. The come was cool to the touch, but the fire burning in my pussy was more than enough to offset it. I lovingly licked her clean as I felt her hands on my back.

“Lay down, bitch,” Tina said. “Let’s see you tak! e this huge dick.”

More than eager to please, I clamored to the low bench and instinctively spread my legs. My black friend positioned himself between my legs and slapped my clit with his dick. That shot tingles down my legs as I pulled my feet up to his thighs. He wasted no time shoving his fat black cock in my tight little pussy, stretching it for all it was worth. A sharp burning pain seared through my flesh as his first powerful stroke nearly went right through me. Tina pinched my nipple as she bent down to taste the come off my lips. He began fucking me even harder as the pain subsided and turned into extreme pleasure.

Tina then positioned herself over my face. “Eat the cum out of my pussy!” she said as she climbed over my face again.

I lovingly licked her cunt as she leaned forward and pressed her firm breasts against my black lover’s chest.

“Mmm… you’re little whore has a tight pussy.” My dark lover spoke to Tina. I knew he! was pinching her nipples, each time he did her pussy lips tig! htened a nd pulsated.

“Why don’t you get down there and lick her clit and my cock while I’m fucking her narrow hole?” His voice was deep and full of desire.

I was really enjoying my new found bisexual side as she lowered her tongue onto my clit. That sent me straight into orgasm, and the pleasure of her tongue on my clit, and the thick black cock in my pussy took me to new heights of arousal.

He continued to pound that cock into me, fucking me at depths that I never knew were possible. My toes curled as I experienced what may have been the longest orgasm in my life. The pleasure was almost indescribable; he’d found a spot that sent me into complete submission to him and concentrated on it with unrelenting accuracy. I could fuck this cock all day long I thought as my orgasm reeled throughout my body.

A gripping story of four remarkable young menâ€"photographers, friends and rivalsâ€"who band together for protection in the final, violent days ! of white rule in South Africa.

Most people, upon hearing gunfire, would run away and hide. Conflict photojournalists have the opposite reaction: they actually look for trouble, and when they find it, get as close as possible and stand up to get the best shot. This thirst for the shot and the seeming nonchalance to the risks entailed earned Greg Marinovich, Joao Silva, Ken Oosterbroek, and Kevin Carter the moniker of the Bang-Bang Club. Oosterbroek was killed in township violence just days before South Africa's historic panracial elections. Carter, whose picture of a Sudanese child apparently being stalked by a vulture won him a Pulitzer Prize, killed himself shortly afterwards. Another of their posse, Gary Bernard, who had held Oosterbroek as he died, also committed suicide.

The Bang-Bang Club is a memoir of a time of rivalry, comradeship, machismo, and exhilaration experienced by a band of young South African photographers as they documented their cou! ntry's transition to democracy. We forget too easily the polit! ical and ethnic violence that wracked South Africa as apartheid died a slow, spasmodic death. Supporters of the ANC and Inkatha fought bloody battles every day. The white security forces were complicit in fomenting and enabling some of the worst violence. All the while, the Bang-Bang Club took pictures. And while they did, they were faced with the moral dilemma of how far they should go in pursuit of an image, and whether there was a point at which they should stop their shooting and try to intervene.

This is a riveting and appalling book. It is simply written--these guys are photographers, not writers--but extremely engaging. They were adrenaline junkies who partied hard and prized the shot above all else. None of them was a hero; these men come across as overweeningly ambitious, egotistical, reckless, and selfish, though also brave and even principled. As South Africans, they were all invested in their country's future, even though, as whites, they were strangers in their o! wn land as they covered the Hostel wars in the black townships. The mixture of the romantic appeal of the war correspondent with honest assessments of their personal failings is part of what makes this account so compelling and so singular among books of its ilk. --J. Riches