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Sexy Reads – The Para-Portage of Emily
Emily Macque, a young, beautiful junior partner in her father’s law firm, is but a heartbeat away from love or destiny. Duty brings Emily to a frozen Island estate two hundred and fifty miles north of Chicago. Devotion requires she delve into the property history to settle an estate probate. Death lures her into the arms of the shadows seduction created by the flickering light and dark shadows.
What flames the timeless passions spanning the decades? Love, desire or obsession?
Colin Jorgenson, once a Great Lakes mariner, is a strong man haunted by love and loss. How long will he return each night, gripped by desire, hoping to find the woman he has loved for a century?
Beneath the pristine Island beauty, passions hungered, lingered in the ardent darkness. His passions, fueled by decades of loneliness and longing, could no longer be denied. Will they face eternity together or love in secret as dark things are to be loved between the shadows and the soul?
Excerpt
She whispered his name on the cusp of a plea for him to fill her, fulfill her, complete her as she rode the ribbons of heated release in his embrace. If not for him, she would never know the pleasure of such love, to be loved and adored, revered and honored by his love. Colin slipped fully between the legs of his ladylove and ran his hands full on the length of her sides, under her full and quivering buttocks allowing his fingertips to slip delicately trickling one by one into the crack that separated the alabaster orbs until they dabbled in the warm wetness of her welcome.
He changed position of his hands and raised the soft wet mound where her legs joined and put the treasure to his mouth as he parted the velveteen petals of her pride with his thumbs. He watched as she squirmed at the open display of her womanhood. He pulled the hood back from her erect and engorged clit then sucked it into his mouth as he rolled it between his teeth lightly, but insistently. He held her up to his face and mouth preventing her from any movement of her own.
Amalya’s whispers became moans which increased in volume and frequency until she was begging Colin to fuck her with all his might. She rode his face and pumped his head with her iron-fisted grasp of his hair, but he would not relent. He sucked and probed her pussy with his tongue and fingers until she was screaming with the same frequency as her breasts flagged her waves of response.
“Let go, my love. Let me taste your love and bounty. Let me drink from your fountain of life and only then will I give you what you want.”
Amalya rose up on her shoulders, unable to resist the flicking and pressure from his skillful tongue, his beard framing her most private abundance and she lost her control completely, screaming her release and requited passions into his mouth. Colin buried his face hard against her pussy as his mouth openly kissed her full flared lips and she came in waves of pure gold come as she emptied her love into his waiting lips. When the last wave left her body limp, Colin slid up her body, her legs caught on his chest by his arms and he kissed her deeply, lovingly as he slid easily past her heightened button and into her eagerly awaiting vulva so warm and wet.
Amalya felt Colin go into her deeply, so deep she felt the head of his cock slam the top of her vagina. He stopped, fully in her, filling her completely with his manhood and passion and she felt the pounding of his heartbeat, the pulse of his life, in the head of his cock buried inside her. It was like a fuse that touched off a series of explosions and contractions that sent her totally over the top, panting, begging, pleading, promising, praying for relief. And when it came, it was in uncontrollable gripping torrents of searing volcanic eruptions that scorched and ignited his response. Tonight, she would not taste of him; tonight she would feel him fill her with his molten seed. Tonight she would feel the head of his cock twitch against the heart of her soul with each spurt of his fervor, filling her with his need and sated passions. Tonight, he would warm her for hours—he would stay with her, heating her from the inside as their passions ebbed to embers.
Oh, how she loved this man! What pleasure he brought her. And to think, she fell in love with him when she was a child, the moment she saw him. She could never have known, when she was but a slip of a girl of ten, what this man who shipped for her father would do to her a decade later. She could never know what was in store for her body, for her life, for her heart with this wonderful man who had waited for her to grow into a woman. It was not until she was fifteen that she learned from her father that he promised her to Colin when she was twelve. When she turned sixteen, Colin started to ‘court’ her on his trips up the Saint Lawrence Seaway when he stopped at the Port of Montreal, where she lived, to pick up goods from Europe his clients arranged for him to transport on his ship.
She could never have known what awaited her in his arms. But, she did find out, with eager regularity. And she reveled in her journey into his life and his bed. The first time she ever saw him, he was talking to her father on their warehouse dock, which was a bustle of maritime activity between deck hands, dock men and crates, goods, food and bundles carts and angle irons and donkeys,. She ducked behind a bale where she would watch him unnoticed. Her heart fluttered whenever she was in his presence or he was near. He was much older by a dozen or so years, but it had not mattered to her—Amalya was in love.
And she loved him more now, more than ever. Her heart seemed to grow and swell every time he kissed her. It had been ten years since they wed and while their lovemaking never diminished, she felt a shallow longing for the child they had not yet conceived. But, every time it was like this with him, just like this, Amalya thought. This is the time our love was too strong and powerful this time.
She lay, now in his arms, her head on his broad, clean chest and sighed, thinking the same thing she always thought after their beautifully satisfying lovemaking waned. She would live to love him no matter if there be children or not. Whatever was God’s will Amalya did not question, because she was otherwise completely fulfilled and happy beyond all measure.
She sighed in his arms as he held her close, whispering her name into the flickering shadows created by the dancing flames of light and dark. The beard on his chin brushed against her forehead as he spoke of his love for her.
“This time, my beloved, this time. I know we have created a son to share our love with and bring into this world of ours. You need not ever worry that you will not realize your destiny, because tonight my love, tonight you have. I know it.”
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Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France. Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.