Wild Desire
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With that, she’d swept away, leaving Elliot with a wrung-out mind, a wrung-out cock and a prepublication copy of a racy new novel still stuffed in his jacket pocket.
A few minutes later, he was sitting at the bar with a fresh beer before him which her lingering flavour on his lips made him reluctant to lift up and drink. With the vague feeling that he’d spent the last half hour ina ‘trip’ at least twice as exotic as its contents, he took out the pristine, unhandled book and thumbed it open at page one. As he began to read, his hands shook, his flushed face drained to dead white, and his penis — unbelievably - swelled up to a new and even harder and more aching erection... Was truth strange