Only Connect

By EA Chapterhouse

Only connect...

This is the 5th story from Author EA Chapterhouse. As before the story is dedicated to the Muse. The story is written in 2nd person and is addressed to her.
Following the three days at the castle, EAC and his Muse are separated. With their next rendezvous some months away they strive to meet in the arena of their minds. As they connect and joust their thoughts become reality until they can consummate their passion.

Sexually explicit from the outset, this story should not be read by anyone under 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: EA Chapterhouse
• Release date: May 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311971258

EA Chapterhouse

E.A. Chapterhouse: explorer, archeologist, traveller, mountaineer, writer.Not my real name, of course, but I have to maintain some privacy.All my stories are dedicated to the Muse, she who inspires me to write.

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Warning: Due to the sexual content this book should not be read by anyone under 18.

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Dedicated to the Muse.

You know who you are.

Only connect...

I miss you, Puss. It will be months until we meet again, in Venice. I haven’t seen you for some time, since we left the castle where we spent three, intense days together, where I bound you to me you and you possessed me. The memory of your mouth on my cock, a last gift to me, in the car park, before you left on the train, is still vivid in my mind, your lips and tongue imprinted on my aching, hard erection.

Since you left, my parting gift to you, my cum, swallowed down, the minutes have grown into hours, days, weeks, months. Although we speak, reading each other’s words daily, if we can, I miss our contact; I miss touching you, kissing you, your mouth upon me. I miss tying you to my