El Matador El Matador. Spanish for The Killer. The killer of the beast. The killer of the hearts and minds of men who admire bravery in its raw form. One man stands alone against the angry rage of the mature, 3000 pound bull. Its horns like sharpened metal spears, its breath like molten lava, its eyes transfixed on The Killer, El Matador. With force of a speeding truck, the raging beast throws its spears with the full weight of its enormous body... Yet the killer, El Matador, stands unafraid, unmoving. With no protection, nothing to safeguard his body, he stands against the raging beast with no more than a red cloth to inflame the beasts anger, and pure human courage. It is no wonder that Presley Hart must have this man, this killer, El Matador. She yearns for him, for the touch of his rugged body, the smell of his sweet sweat against her soft, white perfumed skin. The very thought of him makes her flow with sexual desire, and when he arrives to her bed, he takes her as only he could, this killer, El Matador.
