| Author: | Francis Ashe | ISBN: | 9781476322605 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe | Publication: | April 8, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francis Ashe |
| ISBN: | 9781476322605 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe |
| Publication: | April 8, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
In this three-scene, 10,000 word erotic story, join Chris Maddox as he travels to Europe hoping to reignite his zest for life. A long-time law firm clerk and big-time dreamer, Chris throws caution to the wind and embarks on a journey of sexual discovery and budding love in Portugal and Spain.
Contains reworked-for-novella text of the stories "Licked in Lisbon" and "Madrid Mistress" save big!
Warning: This mature-audiences-only story features a first time gay experience, explicit oral and anal sex, a first time fem-dom experience, mutual masturbation, explicit gay sex, and a steamy, falling-in-love encounter with the girl of Chris’s dreams! Pack your bags for a vacation you’ll never forget!
Excerpt:
Abel was something else. After we ate and he showed me some old buildings, we got to the nightclub and he pushed the doors open like he was a cowboy at an old west saloon. Acted like he owned the place. Actually, he may as well have – as soon as we walked in, half the people in the joint started yelling at him. “Abel! Abel!” they shouted, slapping him on the back and buying him drink after drink.
The place was great – loud music, lots of good beer, and a lot of grinding club dances. We stumbled out of the place very late. I honestly couldn’t say what time it was, but we’d been there a good long time. When we were back out on the street, Abel pulled me to the side, into the entrance to a dark side street. I don’t know why, but I was already a little excited. “Did you have fun? You like Lisbon?” he said, putting an arm close to my head and propping himself on the wall. Before I could answer, he leaned in close and kissed me behind the ear. “I want you to remember this place. You want to come back with me? My flat’s closer than the hostel. We can get your stuff in the morning, it’s all locked up.”
I just grinned. I probably looked like a babbling fool, but Abel didn’t seem to care much. He smiled too, took my hand and led me through winding alleys and up a fire escape to the backdoor of his flat.
“It isn’t much,” he said, pushing the door open, “but I think we can have a good time here, yeah?” Another prize-winning smile, and then he undid the top two buttons of my sweat-soaked shirt, running his hands back over my shoulders underneath. When he was inches away from my face, he stared straight into my eyes and kissed me again, this time pressing his lips to mine. The scratch of his stubble aroused something just a little fierce in me. I ran my fingers around the sides of his head and pulled him in, tangling my fingers in his hair and sucking his full lower lip between my teeth.
“Mmm... I love the way your lips feel,” my Lisbon lover said, shoving me backwards and onto the couch. “I can’t get enough of you. You won’t forget Lisbon though, I promise.”
Abel hovered above my face, leaning his weight on his elbow and stroked first the line of my jaw, then let his fingers stray down my neck and down the line of my chest. I was in shock, powerless against the charm of this incredibly sexy, wonderfully passionate man over me. He smoothly unbuttoned my shirt down to the waist of my pants, and slid his hand around and underneath, pulling me into him and kissing me again, deeply.
In this three-scene, 10,000 word erotic story, join Chris Maddox as he travels to Europe hoping to reignite his zest for life. A long-time law firm clerk and big-time dreamer, Chris throws caution to the wind and embarks on a journey of sexual discovery and budding love in Portugal and Spain.
Contains reworked-for-novella text of the stories "Licked in Lisbon" and "Madrid Mistress" save big!
Warning: This mature-audiences-only story features a first time gay experience, explicit oral and anal sex, a first time fem-dom experience, mutual masturbation, explicit gay sex, and a steamy, falling-in-love encounter with the girl of Chris’s dreams! Pack your bags for a vacation you’ll never forget!
Excerpt:
Abel was something else. After we ate and he showed me some old buildings, we got to the nightclub and he pushed the doors open like he was a cowboy at an old west saloon. Acted like he owned the place. Actually, he may as well have – as soon as we walked in, half the people in the joint started yelling at him. “Abel! Abel!” they shouted, slapping him on the back and buying him drink after drink.
The place was great – loud music, lots of good beer, and a lot of grinding club dances. We stumbled out of the place very late. I honestly couldn’t say what time it was, but we’d been there a good long time. When we were back out on the street, Abel pulled me to the side, into the entrance to a dark side street. I don’t know why, but I was already a little excited. “Did you have fun? You like Lisbon?” he said, putting an arm close to my head and propping himself on the wall. Before I could answer, he leaned in close and kissed me behind the ear. “I want you to remember this place. You want to come back with me? My flat’s closer than the hostel. We can get your stuff in the morning, it’s all locked up.”
I just grinned. I probably looked like a babbling fool, but Abel didn’t seem to care much. He smiled too, took my hand and led me through winding alleys and up a fire escape to the backdoor of his flat.
“It isn’t much,” he said, pushing the door open, “but I think we can have a good time here, yeah?” Another prize-winning smile, and then he undid the top two buttons of my sweat-soaked shirt, running his hands back over my shoulders underneath. When he was inches away from my face, he stared straight into my eyes and kissed me again, this time pressing his lips to mine. The scratch of his stubble aroused something just a little fierce in me. I ran my fingers around the sides of his head and pulled him in, tangling my fingers in his hair and sucking his full lower lip between my teeth.
“Mmm... I love the way your lips feel,” my Lisbon lover said, shoving me backwards and onto the couch. “I can’t get enough of you. You won’t forget Lisbon though, I promise.”
Abel hovered above my face, leaning his weight on his elbow and stroked first the line of my jaw, then let his fingers stray down my neck and down the line of my chest. I was in shock, powerless against the charm of this incredibly sexy, wonderfully passionate man over me. He smoothly unbuttoned my shirt down to the waist of my pants, and slid his hand around and underneath, pulling me into him and kissing me again, deeply.
