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body, finding curves and crevices and making me tremble and twitch and feel oh so
aroused and concerned and needy and reluctant and violated all at once. The splashing
of the waterfall dulled even to my own ears my cries and moans of receding protests as
Lance turned me and hunched down and made a lap to accommodate the mounds of
my buttocks. My own cries should have steeled my defenses against the feel of his
strong, throbbing cock running under mine and his fingers pinching at my nipples and
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his teeth nipping at the hollow of my neck as he pulled me closer into him and let me
feel the heat and inviting hardness of him. But the noisy splashing of the waterfall
covered all of that, dulled my senses of what the cries should have alerted me to.
I did clearly hear the cry of pain and invasion when Lance lifted me and settled
me down on his cock head and forced his way past my virgin ring and ever so slowly
and relentlessly filled me to capacity to the bottoming depth deep inside me. But it was
too late then for cries. And there was no one else in this forested fastness to hear me or
to come to my rescue or to witness this passing beyond a threshold that I never again
could regain.
My whimpers of pain and violation slowly receded into cries of passion and
urgings of filling and satisfying as Lance lifted and lowered me in that watery swirl on his
powerful tool. He nuzzled my cheek with his lips and continued to whisper calming
words of endearment and encouragement to me, as he lifted me up and down on his
manhood with strong hands on my hips. I arched my back in the taking, first, stiff as a
board, but as I realized both that I had now given up all there was to surrender and that
I not only could now accommodate it but also was enjoying it, the tension flowed out of
my body and I began to match the rhythm of the fuck. Sensing I had melted to him,
Lance nibbled at my cheek and I turned my head to him and let him possess my mouth,
making my surrender, my acquiescence, my complicity complete.
He settled me down into his lap, his dick far up into me, just holding now, as he
moved a hand around to my cock and stroked me off until the water around us was
cloudy with my cream.
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Then he raised out of his crouch and moved through the water, still buried deep
inside me, back to the middle pool. He moved over to the side of the pool, near where
our clothes lay. He made a cushion of sorts with my clothes on the rocky ledge dropping
right at the side of the pool and, pulling me off his tool, turned me and laid me gently
down on my cushioning clothes on my back. He was standing in the water between my
legs then. He lifted and spread my thighs, pushing my knees up into my torso, with his
strong hands, and slowly slid his cock back inside me and fucked me, fucking and
fucking and fucking until I felt him give a little lurch and then pull his cock out and shoot
his warm cum on my belly&
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DEATH ON THE RHINE
by habu
When his partner and lover is murdered in an investigation of an international
crime syndicate, New York police detective Clint Folsom takes leave from his job
and flies to Europe in pursuit of the killer. Folsom finds his quarry on the Rhine
River gay male-oriented cruise ship, the MS River God, murdered in the same
sadomasochistic manner his partner had been killed. As the cruise glides down
the Rhine toward Amsterdam, stopping at German cities along the way to add
flavor and twists to the increasingly complex plot, Folsom is thwarted at every
turn in his inquiries. He slowly unravels not only what is at stake but also who is
involved while finding sexual release among the crew and passengers of the
River God. When the German police inspector Sigmund Frist enters the scene,
Folsom himself becomes the pursued in more ways than one. A traditional who
done it? detective murder novel chockablock with intriguing gay male
characters and encounters.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m sex and violence.
RAINBOW REVIEW FOR DEATH ON THE RHINE BY FROST S FANCY: 4/5
An astonishing opening rockets the reader straight into the heart of this very
intense novel& Death on the Rhine is a truly nonstop rocket of a story with sexual
adventures that never end and murder, sadism, and sociopathic evil determined
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to carve its wedge out of society& Not for the faint of heart, Death on the Rhine is
still a fascinating, explicit, suspense-laden mystery which will keep the reader
flipping the pages with caught breath.
FLYING HIGH
by habu
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body, finding curves and crevices and making me tremble and twitch and feel oh so
aroused and concerned and needy and reluctant and violated all at once. The splashing
of the waterfall dulled even to my own ears my cries and moans of receding protests as
Lance turned me and hunched down and made a lap to accommodate the mounds of
my buttocks. My own cries should have steeled my defenses against the feel of his
strong, throbbing cock running under mine and his fingers pinching at my nipples and
119
his teeth nipping at the hollow of my neck as he pulled me closer into him and let me
feel the heat and inviting hardness of him. But the noisy splashing of the waterfall
covered all of that, dulled my senses of what the cries should have alerted me to.
I did clearly hear the cry of pain and invasion when Lance lifted me and settled
me down on his cock head and forced his way past my virgin ring and ever so slowly
and relentlessly filled me to capacity to the bottoming depth deep inside me. But it was
too late then for cries. And there was no one else in this forested fastness to hear me or
to come to my rescue or to witness this passing beyond a threshold that I never again
could regain.
My whimpers of pain and violation slowly receded into cries of passion and
urgings of filling and satisfying as Lance lifted and lowered me in that watery swirl on his
powerful tool. He nuzzled my cheek with his lips and continued to whisper calming
words of endearment and encouragement to me, as he lifted me up and down on his
manhood with strong hands on my hips. I arched my back in the taking, first, stiff as a
board, but as I realized both that I had now given up all there was to surrender and that
I not only could now accommodate it but also was enjoying it, the tension flowed out of
my body and I began to match the rhythm of the fuck. Sensing I had melted to him,
Lance nibbled at my cheek and I turned my head to him and let him possess my mouth,
making my surrender, my acquiescence, my complicity complete.
He settled me down into his lap, his dick far up into me, just holding now, as he
moved a hand around to my cock and stroked me off until the water around us was
cloudy with my cream.
120
Then he raised out of his crouch and moved through the water, still buried deep
inside me, back to the middle pool. He moved over to the side of the pool, near where
our clothes lay. He made a cushion of sorts with my clothes on the rocky ledge dropping
right at the side of the pool and, pulling me off his tool, turned me and laid me gently
down on my cushioning clothes on my back. He was standing in the water between my
legs then. He lifted and spread my thighs, pushing my knees up into my torso, with his
strong hands, and slowly slid his cock back inside me and fucked me, fucking and
fucking and fucking until I felt him give a little lurch and then pull his cock out and shoot
his warm cum on my belly&
121
BUY THIS AND MORE TITLES AT
www.eXcessica.com
eXcessica s BLOG
www.excessica.com/blog
eXcessica s YAHOO GROUP
groups.yahoo.com/group/eXcessica/
Check out both for updates about eXcessica books, as well
as chances to win free E-Books!
And look for these other titles from habu:
122
DEATH ON THE RHINE
by habu
When his partner and lover is murdered in an investigation of an international
crime syndicate, New York police detective Clint Folsom takes leave from his job
and flies to Europe in pursuit of the killer. Folsom finds his quarry on the Rhine
River gay male-oriented cruise ship, the MS River God, murdered in the same
sadomasochistic manner his partner had been killed. As the cruise glides down
the Rhine toward Amsterdam, stopping at German cities along the way to add
flavor and twists to the increasingly complex plot, Folsom is thwarted at every
turn in his inquiries. He slowly unravels not only what is at stake but also who is
involved while finding sexual release among the crew and passengers of the
River God. When the German police inspector Sigmund Frist enters the scene,
Folsom himself becomes the pursued in more ways than one. A traditional who
done it? detective murder novel chockablock with intriguing gay male
characters and encounters.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m sex and violence.
RAINBOW REVIEW FOR DEATH ON THE RHINE BY FROST S FANCY: 4/5
An astonishing opening rockets the reader straight into the heart of this very
intense novel& Death on the Rhine is a truly nonstop rocket of a story with sexual
adventures that never end and murder, sadism, and sociopathic evil determined
123
to carve its wedge out of society& Not for the faint of heart, Death on the Rhine is
still a fascinating, explicit, suspense-laden mystery which will keep the reader
flipping the pages with caught breath.
FLYING HIGH
by habu
Warning: This title contains graphic language and m/m sex. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]