My job makes
it hard to have
a real relationship.
I never know where
my next project will
be, but I can
bet that it won’t
be in America’s
heartland. So I
read a lot, and
seek my own five-fingered
companionship. Busy with
my construction gig
in the Thai northeast,
I didn’t think
I needed what Bangkok
had to offer.
Then Lek stepped
onto the stage at
the Butterfly Bar and
began to dance. I
fell for her during
the first five minutes
of her set. The
weekend we spent
together was pure
heaven. How could
I know our love
would drag me through
hell?
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Excerpt
My room was
cooler than the
muggy night outside,
but still humid. The
whisper of the
air conditioning drowned
out the traffic noise
from the street. As
soon as the door
was closed and she
had slipped off her
shoes, Lek was
kneeling in front
of me working at
my zipper.
I tried to
make her rise. “No,
you don’t have
to do that.”
She frowned,
looking disappointed.
“You don’t want
my mouth on you?”
“Of course
I do, but...”
“Then let
me,” she said softly.
“I want to.” With
the hooker, I had
to pay extra for
a blow job. Lek
acted as though I
was doing her a
favor.
As soon as
my fly was open,
my penis popped out,
full and solid as
a sausage. She pursed
her lips and mouthed
the tip, leaving traces
of lipstick on the
bulb. Then she slithered
her tongue down my
length, circling
the base with her
thumb and forefinger
while cupping my balls
in her other palm.
I groaned. It has
been a long time
since I known anyone's
touch but my own.
“Your cock
very nice, Pat,” she
murmured, in between
mouthfuls. She took
me deep into her
throat and kept
me there, sucking hard,
nursing my cock
like a baby at
its mother’s tit.
I’d never felt
anything like it.
Already I could
feel the cum boiling
up from my balls.
I began to thrust,
jerking my hips,
banging the tip
of my cock against
the back of her
throat. She responded
by sucking harder, till
I felt that her
hot vacuum would literally
pull the jizz out
of me.
I wanted to
stop. I didn't want
to come so soon.
I wanted to be
inside her, those
graceful, muscular
legs wrapped around me,
when I came. But
she wouldn’t let
me go, and finally,
I didn’t want
her to.
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
her
philosophy
and
her
news
and
hosts
lots
of
other
great
authors.
She’s also
on
Goodreads
and
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Ooooh! I so need to read this! :)
ReplyDeleteSally, I met Lisabet at a writing conference. A nicer lady you couldn't come across. Do support her and read it. Better still, leave her a review. Most of all, though, than you for taking the time to comment
ReplyDeleteThank you Kryssie! And Sally! I would be honored to have you read this. (It's very short, btw.)
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