Sexual Rapture: Adult Erotica E-Book

Deacon Bock

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

This full length erotic novel is so sexy we can't even tell you the preview…

Excerpt:


A farm girl from Brittany, she had almond eyes, too tiny a nose in a fat face and brown, bushy hair. She snickered. "Why the cover-up? I have seen that rod under the towel thirty times if I have seen it once."
"I didn't know you were on duty today."
She placed the tray on the small table and faced him, a girl of nineteen who appeared to have no higher ambitions than to clean dingy hotel rooms. She was already unbuttoning her blouse, releasing the bared, sizable globes of her breasts.
"Thursday, nest ce pas? Two days off and I am always back on a Thursday. A day you of all people should know."
 

Leseprobe

Sexual Rapture

Deacon Bock

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

He shivered, paced the room restlessly and wondered at the turn his life had taken. The stained dressing table mirror showed a well muscled, dark-haired man of twenty-eight. Closer examination and a better light would bring out the lines running down from the nose that had been broken and reset too many times, the bitter twist of the wide mouth and the first streaks of gray in the too long hair. The circles under the brown eyes could be blamed on lack of sleep, but actually it was age.

Age, Peter sighed. Looking twenty-eight but going on thirty-five.

He selected clothing for the day, a black pullover, and a sporty brown tweed suit, and as he was removing these things from the closet he wondered what in hell he was getting dressed up for. To distinguish himself from the other characters drifting around town, or what?

It was too damned early to resign himself to another wasted day, so he showered, remaining too long under the feeble, lukewarm spray. He patted his body dry with the towel that hadn't been changed in a week and began to shave. While he was rubbing his chest, armpits and face with cologne, the knock on the door came.

There was the rattle of keys and he managed to wrap the damp towel about his privates just as the chambermaid, a big-titted Georgette entered, bearing his breakfast.

"Ahh, you are up!"

He held the towel in place, answering her remark with a nod.

A farm girl from Brittany, she had almond eyes, too tiny a nose in a fat face and brown, bushy hair. She snickered. "Why the cover-up? I have seen that rod under the towel thirty times if I have seen it once."

"I didn't know you were on duty today."