| Author: | Jay Walken | ISBN: | 1230000102799 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Delights Press | Publication: | January 24, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jay Walken |
| ISBN: | 1230000102799 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Delights Press |
| Publication: | January 24, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
In this passionate story of erotic love, an American man runs into a young Thai woman who teaches him that love between a man and woman from totally different cultures is possible so long as one of them knows twelve words of the other's language.
Funny, erotic, atmospheric humor--a one of a kind erotic story. Erotic realism in the tradition of Henry Miller, with rich cultural and sexual detail.
Excerpt:
What a soft, fair, and nearly hairless pussy that was, absolutely and naturally bare below her clitoris. The hairlessness allowed my balls to feel her spongy pussy’s soft skin at every thump and to enjoy every juicy moment of the fuck. She kept begging to fuck me (meaning, she wanted to be on top), and I resisted through the entire first fuck, lasting around 25 minutes. For I was in Heaven in that moment, with my hand cupping her soft baby buttocks, my cock between her butter-soft labia, and her soft small hands on the small of my back or clutching my left buttock (she used her right hand, and her arm was never long enough to reach my right one, which felt left out and a bit lonely). She preferred to nuzzle and to lie still with her face snuggled against my neck rather than to kiss me, so she could concentrate on the fucking which for her was the Main Course and the only course. But later, when I demanded that she give me her lips to kiss, or else I would end the fucking right then, she succumbed to my erotic blackmail and offered me her sweet lips with their sweet saliva. It was a moment to die for.
In this passionate story of erotic love, an American man runs into a young Thai woman who teaches him that love between a man and woman from totally different cultures is possible so long as one of them knows twelve words of the other's language.
Funny, erotic, atmospheric humor--a one of a kind erotic story. Erotic realism in the tradition of Henry Miller, with rich cultural and sexual detail.
Excerpt:
What a soft, fair, and nearly hairless pussy that was, absolutely and naturally bare below her clitoris. The hairlessness allowed my balls to feel her spongy pussy’s soft skin at every thump and to enjoy every juicy moment of the fuck. She kept begging to fuck me (meaning, she wanted to be on top), and I resisted through the entire first fuck, lasting around 25 minutes. For I was in Heaven in that moment, with my hand cupping her soft baby buttocks, my cock between her butter-soft labia, and her soft small hands on the small of my back or clutching my left buttock (she used her right hand, and her arm was never long enough to reach my right one, which felt left out and a bit lonely). She preferred to nuzzle and to lie still with her face snuggled against my neck rather than to kiss me, so she could concentrate on the fucking which for her was the Main Course and the only course. But later, when I demanded that she give me her lips to kiss, or else I would end the fucking right then, she succumbed to my erotic blackmail and offered me her sweet lips with their sweet saliva. It was a moment to die for.
