.
The
more
you
try
to
release
desire,
the
more
attached
you
become.
Blurb
Travel brings out
a strange recklessness
in my wife, a
hunger for extremes
that I don’t
see when we’re
in New York. I
would never have acted
on my desire for
male flesh if she
hadn’t bullied me
into my first homosexual
encounter. Not that
I regret it. I’ll
never forget that incandescent
night with the audacious
young punk she bought
for me in Amsterdam.
Now, she wants
us to seduce the
achingly beautiful
Buddhist monk we’ve
met in Luang Prabang.
I try to reject
her suggestions, to
resist temptation.
But I can’t
banish the images
of Souvannaphone— ripe
lips curved in a
half-smile, brown eyes
sparkling with gentle
challenge, smooth curves
of golden flesh that
cry out to be
kissed. I yearn
for his body—and his serenity.
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Dani was still
stroking my penis
surreptitiously as the
boat pulled up to
the public dock. “Why
don’t we go
back to the hotel?
We can—talk—about
our new friend.” She
paid the boatman,
and handed me my
straw hat, which I
used to hide my
raging erection
as we strolled
the few blocks back
to our guest house.
I barely had time
to close the door
and slip out of
my sandals before Dani
was down on her
knees in front of
me, undoing my fly.
Here in the
privacy of our
room, I didn’t
object. I was
painfully hard; it
seemed as though
the taut skin sheathing
my organ would burst
at the slightest
touch. Danielle
squeezed. I could
scarcely bear it.
She gazed up at
me, mischief in her
hazel eyes. “Pretend
that it’s him,
sucking you,” she
murmured. Then she
swallowed me whole.
Her mouth was
a steaming tropical
jungle, her muscular
tongue a snake
twining around me.
I closed my eyes
and allowed myself to
sink into pure sensation.
After five years
with me, she knew
how to give me
what I liked—languorous
strokes from base
to tip alternating
with energetic sucking that
must have left her
jaw sore, but which
brought me to
the edge again and
again. I filled
my mind with images
of her: the ginger
thatch of her
pubis matching the fringe
on her head; the
slick folds hidden among
those curls; her palm-sized
breasts with their
extravagant nipples;
her lively, intelligent,
sometimes mocking face.
I imagined that she
was stroking herself as
she worked on me.
That might well be
true. I remembered
her wild, almost inhuman
expression when she
came.
But as she
brought me inexorably
closer to orgasm,
these images slipped away,
though I tried
to hold on to
them. Instead, I saw
a pair of ripe
lips curved in a
half-smile, brown eyes
sparkling with gentle
challenge, smooth curves
of golden flesh that
cried out to be
kissed. I imagined
bare feet, muscular
buttocks, a slim
cock rearing like a
rod of ivory, hairless
and pure. She was
broadcasting these images
to me, I knew
it, but that didn’t
help me to resist.
My desperate moan was
part guilt, part overwhelming
arousal. I saw
a cloud of saffron-hued
fabric drifting
down, covering twined limbs,
white and honey-colored,
and I spilled myself
into Danielle’s greedy
mouth.
About
Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a
five-hundred
page
dissertation,
and
lots
of
erotica
and
erotic
romance
– nearly
one
hundred
titles,
and
counting,
in
nearly
every
sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll
find
information
and
excerpts
from
all
Lisabet’s books
on
her
website
(http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html),
along
with
more
than
fifty
free
stories
and
lots
more.
At
her
blog
Beyond
Romance
(http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com),
she
shares
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and
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and
hosts
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other
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