Stories to Make You Blush
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Marie Gray, "Stories to Make You Blush"
2007 | ISBN: 1402208782 | 176 pages | PDF | 1 MB
Seven erotic tales to delight the body, the soul, and the senses...
These seven fantasies feature truer-than-life characters and situations, surprise endings and a touch of humor in just the right places to present a tender and mischievous look at the erotic lives of the people around us. Originally published in French, Stories to Make You Blush has been published in eleven languages and 23 countries providing an affectionate tribute to the wonderful world of pleasure.
"Refreshing...Inventive, lively, sexy reading." -Elle Québec.
"Deliciously erotic...sensual pleasure at its best!" -Ottawa's Le Droit.
"Seven tasty treats for delightful tête-à-tête ideas. Imaginative and immensely sensuous." -Sherbrooke Tribune.
Page 42 STORIES TO MAKE YOU BLUSH Just then, we saw a flashlight beam and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. We made our escape into the locker room where we continued embracing under the shower. Rico and I said our goodbyes while I was getting dressed, and our parting kiss was almost chaste. He left me pining for three days after that, but I couldn’t afford to let him know how much I longed for him. This first waiting ordeal seemed more like a week instead of a few days, but after that, we
time for one night only so that I would remain a little unsatisfied and anxious to see them again. This time, I was the one who prepared a marvelous meal for Thomas. I didn’t skimp on anything and offered him only the best. I worked hard from a menu I knew he adored and created a perfect atmosphere in accordance with his taste. Nestled in fresh satin sheets, we made love, slow and sweet. I drank deeply of his tenderness and affection. The next day I dragged Étienne around on a leash for about an
BLUSH now actively engaged in a very animated conversation with another man whom she seemed to find charming. She didn’t notice me. Christopher was suddenly irritable. “Why is it always you? You, who has a fabulous girl already while all I have is my left hand and a pillow? Why?” It was now six-thirty. The redhead was still talking to the same guy, but he was starting to look quite tipsy. It was completely obvious that he had only one idea in mind. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I should go and
incredible, indescribable. We made love wildly, frantically, the way we had at the beginning of our relationship, but it was even better now. I was having trouble holding back from coming. StoriesBlush_int 2/28/07 10:48 AM Page 67 MICHAEL’S BIRTHDAY 67 What a strange sensation! I was with a woman I knew better than anyone, knew every intimate detail about, but this woman was also a stranger! I stared at Gabrielle’s blue eyes and saw them transform into emerald green cat’s eyes. I was
was it! They met at four o’clock on the bridge that led to the deserted little island in the middle of the river. The bicycle path that snaked around the island was about twenty kilometers long. It was a charming and almost deserted setting in the late afternoon. The island had lots of hills and trees and some of the leaves were already turning to warm autumn colors. They were pedaling side by side, slowly enough for amiable chatting, when they suddenly came upon a park midway through the island.